➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
➵ warnings : swearing, anxiety, a short traumatic nightmare concerning a past relationship (not severe), tasteful angst, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), brief oral sharing of alcohol, some public touching of the goods, lots of making out, marking, straddling, grinding, dry-humping, biting, so much dirty talk, breast play, finger-fucking, possessiveness, power dynamics, hard but soft dom!tae, switch!reader (mainly sub), massive dick!tae, oral (m. and f. receiving), loads of teasing, rough blowjob, gagging, face-fucking, deep-throating, pussy eating, spitting, begging, choking, finger sucking, name kink, size kink, slight humiliation, cock sliding, unprotected sex (y’all know better c’mon now), penetrative sex, rough sex, wet and sloppy sex (reader’s dripping cause tae’s hot af), some jealousy sex, slow/passionate sex, missionary, riding, stomach bulging, cock warming, impregnation kink, creampie, light cum play/stuffing, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstimulation, aftercare xoxo
➵ a/n: thank you to my lovely beta-reader @hantaev as always, my precious muse who means everything to me 🥺 i’ll also be taking a break after this chapter, i’ve burnt myself out and a close relative of mine passed away a day before i’m releasing this, so this may not be my best work but i still wanted to release the chapter for everyone who patiently waited, hopefully you can understand and i can return healthier after my midterms ♡ as always, feedback is appreciated <3
➵ song for this chapter: “2 on” by tinashe ft. schoolboy q, “all mine” by plaza
chapter eight : “i still hope the door is open”
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Week three of Taehyung returning home at an ungodly hour.
— summary | jungkook takes his girl to a race and wins once again … celebrates in the car
— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best) mutual masturbation, raw sex, car sex, dominant male, cussing, dirty talk
— word count | 2.8k words
— song suggestion | sports car — tate mcrae
It was around 2am and Jungkook had just won his 2nd race of the night, bringing home over $15,000. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he looked over to his girlfriend, with fat wads of cash in his hands. “Look at that baby,” He smirked “Never lost a race.”
“Would say I’m impressed but I knew your ass would win.” Y/n pecked his lips. “Without a damn doubt.”
Jungkook chuckled deeply, his hand reaching up to grab the back of her neck and pull her into a more intense kiss. He wasn’t going to let her walk away without one.
When he pulled away, he flashed her a grin filled with pride and excitement. "Shit, you always know how to hype me up. Shit gets me higher than anything."
“Always. I’m your biggest fan.” She chuckled. “One more race then we dip?”
It was true. She was his biggest fan.
She was so obsessed with him. Since his first race she was cheering in support for him and only him. Something about him attracted her right off the rip.
He was tall. Confident. Muscular. And very funny from the conversations she overheard.
Her fangirling got her closer to him than she’d ever imagined. She wasn’t like the other ditzy sluts that would come up to him and compliment his car. She had personality. A personality he couldn’t help but be attracted to.
"Yeah, one more. Gotta make it an even twenty stacks." He winked at her, then turned to look at his crew. "Alright, y'all motherfuckers ready? Let's get this last race started."
Jungkook drove an older Dodge Challenger that he had modified over and over again. That car was his baby and he wouldn’t be where he was without it.
“Good luck baby.” Y/n pecked her man’s lips.
Jungkook kissed her back passionately before pulling away. He revved the engine loudly, the sound echoing through the streets.
Viewers screamed and cheered with beers in their hand along with fat wads of cash just waiting for Jungkook to claim when he was finished.
As the other racer pulled up beside him, Jungkook rolled down his window and looked over at his girl. "Wait for me at the finish line, a'ight?"
“Okay baby. I’ll be watching with the girls over here.” She swung her hips when she turned away, standing over by the group of cheering girls in revealing clothing.
The girls all wore the same thing. Sexy tops and way too small jean shorts. Y/n liked the style. She had a body to show off, and her man knew how to fight.
Jungkook watched her walk away, his eyes lingering on her curves before he focused back on the race. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he revved the engine again. "Alright, motherfucker," he muttered to himself, “Let me lock in.”
“Woo!” Y/n cheered, yelling his name over and over like the other girls next to her. “You got this babe!”
The races began, and Jungkook was off like a rocket. He was in the lead from the start, his powerful engine roaring as he sped through the streets.
His competitors tried their best to keep up, but Jungkook was too focused and too fast. As he approached the finish line, he saw his girl cheering him on.
“Baby!” She laughed loudly with her friends once her man won. She knew he’d win obviously, but the satisfaction always made her beam.
He crossed the finish line with a wide grin on his face, the sound of his engine echoing through the night. He pulled up beside his girl and her friends, rolling down his window. "Did ya see that shit?"
“i did babe!” She bent down to the car window. “I can smell the burnt rubber.”
He chuckled deeply, leaning out of the window to press a rough kiss to her lips. "Only for you, baby." His hand came up to grip her hip possessively. "Come here for a sec." He looked over at her friends. "Y'all good?" He asked them respectfully.
“We are JK!” The girls giggled. Y/n laughed. “They all love you.”
"Everyone loves a winner," He joked, making the girls laugh. He was always respectful and charming around them.
"Baby, c'mere." He pulled her to him again, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively. "How much money we make tonight?"
“Twenty bands. Just like we said.” She counted out the stacks of money with him.
"Twenty-five actually," He corrected her with a grin, pulling out stacks of cash from his pockets. "Had that last dude begging to bet another five bands." Jungkook laughed deeply. "But I was done after three races." He counted out the money in front of her.
“Yeah you gotta be tired by now bae.” She chuckled. “You did good today.”
"Yeah, I'm tired as hell," He admitted, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "But this ain't gonna stop me from having a night with my girl." He kissed her forehead softly, his mind already shifting from racing to relaxing with her. "Let's roll out. Kiss your girls goodbye.” He teased.
She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. Let’s go.” She stepped in the car after he opened the door for her.
He shut the door behind her and watched her smooth thighs as she adjusted in the seat. He bit his lower lip before walking around to the driver's side.
He knew his girl was a snack. She was much prettier than all the other girls at the races. He had seen men throw money at her just because she was beautiful. He put the car in drive and sped off.
“Mm you smell good.” She complimented. “You switched it up.”
"Mm, you like that?" He looked over at her with a smirk, knowing the scent of his expensive cologne was probably driving her crazy. "It's that new Tom Ford shit."
“I like it on you.” She licked his neck as he drove. “You look sooo good today too…”
"I gotta look good for my girl," He said confidently, knowing he looked damn good. He was dressed in a simple black compression shirt that showed off his muscular physique, black jeans and his favorite black and gold shoes. His gold watch and thick gold necklace added to his vibe for the night.
“Oh you definitely, definitely do.” She kept kissing on his neck. “Taste good too.”
He let out a low groan, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Baby, you know I can't drive with you doing that shit." He chuckled deeply, his eyes flicking to her briefly before returning to the road. “You always do that shit.”
“Then pull over.” She bit her lip. “I don’t wanna wait until we get home.”
Without hesitation, he pulled the car over to a secluded spot by the beach, killing the engine. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "You want it right here and now?" He unbuckled her seatbelt slowly, his hands already moving to pull her onto his lap.
“Well you were quick to agree. I was halfway joking.” She shook her head. “Backseat.”
He wasted no time pushing down the seat and pulling her into the backseat with him. He laid back, his arms behind his head as he watched her climb over the seats to get to him. "You know I ain't got no condoms back here, right?"
“You think I care?” She scoffed. “We ain’t got time to worry about that shit. I want this and I want you. Right now. Consider it a celebration.”
"Hell yeah," He grunted, pulling her down on top of him eagerly. He knew exactly what she wanted - rough, unprotected sex in the back of his sports car. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his thick, veiny dick for her.
“Mm wait.” She paused. “I want to do something new. It’ll be fun.”
He looked up at her curiously, his dick throbbing in her hand as she held him still. "What you wanna do, baby?" He asked gruffly, his eyes roaming over her beautiful face.
He was always down to try new things with her. Especially when it came to sex.
“I want to watch you.” She bit her lip. “Watch you, watch me.”
"Mm, shit," He let out slowly, understanding what she was saying. He laid back and watched her carefully, his eyes already dark with lust.
"You wanna put on a show for me?" He asked softly. He knew she was a freak. She liked making him do shit like this.
“You lay your back on that side. I’ll lay back on this one.” She unzipped her jean shorts. “Been wanting to watch you touch yourself for a long ass time.”
He quickly laid back on his side of the backseat, his long legs spread out comfortably. He wrapped his hand around his thick dick slowly, his eyes glued to her as she laid back on the other side.
"Show me how you like it, baby," He said roughly, his hand moving up and down his shaft slowly. “How you wanna see me.”
“Mm… I’m liking this view.” She bit her lip, sliding her hands in her panties once her shorts were down.
His breathing grew heavier as he watched her hands disappear into her panties. He started jerking himself off faster, his eyes never leaving her body.
The way she was touching herself was driving him crazy. He could see her fingers moving under the fabric of her panties. "Take them off," He demanded roughly. “All the way.”
If he seen the clothing against her, the imagination of the friction would’ve made him cum in 40 seconds.
She slid her panties down to her ankles before tossing the material onto the floor of the car. “My pussy been wet since the first race.” She chuckled. “The things you do to me.”
A low, primal groan escaped him as he watched her bare pussy come into view. The knowledge that she was already wet for him since the first race made his cock throb painfully in his hand. "Fucking hell," He cursed, stroking himself faster now. “Fuck.”
Her pussy was wet, gushing out with liquid and cream just for him. She groped her left breast with her hand, nails digging into her flesh.
"Fucking shit, baby," He moaned loudly, his hand moving like a blur now. He was jerking himself so fast that his dick was slapping against his stomach. The sight of her playing with her big tits was too much.
"Put your fingers in it," He demanded hoarsely.
“Mm” She stuffed her fingers in her pussy, moving in and out of herself slowly.
"Holy shit," He panted, watching her slowly push her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He was jerking himself like a madman now, his eyes watching her every move.
He saw how her stomach muscles tightened each time she pushed her fingers deep inside herself. "You like playing with that pretty pussy? Or you like watching me more?”
“Fuck yes. Watching you is so much better” She moaned, gasping at the feel. “Love watching you look at me like that. Beating up your dick while you stare at me.”
He let out a loud groan at her words, his hips lifting off the seat slightly as he fucked his hand faster. "You love this shit, don't you?" He said hoarsely, his eyes glued to her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. "You love making me jerk off to this fucking view."
“Mm like you hate it?” She teased. “I know you don’t.”
"I fucking love it," He snapped, his hand moving so fast it was a blur. The car filled with the sound of his hand slapping against his dick and her moans. "I love seeing you touch yourself, hearing you moan... Fuck," He groaned loudly as he felt himself getting close. “A-And I like putting a show on for you.”
“Can’t handle it much longer baby?” She chuckled. “My fine ass man can’t keep his hands to himself can he?”
"How the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands off this when you're laying right there playing with your pussy?" He moaned loudly, his abs tightening as he got closer to coming. "I'm gonna fucking explode all over myself if you keep this up."
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you’re all built up and needy like this.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Big scary man crumbling down right in front of me.”
"Fuck, baby..." He was now reduced to incoherent moans, his hand working his cock frantically. The sight of her chewing on her lip had him seeing stars. "I'm gonna come... I'm gonna fucking come all over my hand because of you..." He warned.
“Awe baby.” She curled her fingers inside herself, making her wince. “You’re gonna cum just from watching?”
"Yeah, I fucking am," He groaned loudly, his hand moving faster and faster. "You're gonna make me nut like a teenager just from watching you play with that pretty pussy." His stomach muscles tightened and his balls drew up as he got closer and closer to coming.
“You’re so cute when you get pathetic like that” She moaned, struggling to speak without whining. “My baby.”
"Cute? I'm fucking pathetic right now, aren't I?" He panted heavily. "I'm about to shoot my load all over myself because my girl is playing with her pussy and talking shit to me."
“Keep going baby don’t run from that shit.”
"Fuck, I'm not running..." He threw his head back and let out a loud groan as he came hard, his hand still moving to milk himself through it. "Shit... Shit... Shit..." He was reduced to incoherent noises, his hand covered in his release.
“Oh baby…” She removed her hand from her hole, “Look at you…” She examined his hand very carefully, holding eye contact with him. She slowly licked his hand up and down. “So fucking sweet…”
He collapsed back against the seat, completely spent and fucking confused. "You... fuck..." His jaw slackened as she licked his hand clean of his own cum. "You're out of your mind, you know that?" He managed, his voice low and hoarse. "Fuck, that was hot."
“Me? Out of my mind?” She chuckled. “You’re crazier than me.”
"How the fuck am I crazy?" He lifted his head to look at her, his hand still wet with her spit and his own cum. "You're the one licking my hand clean like a fucking cat." He shook his head in disbelief, a small smirk on his lips. “Freak ass.”
“Mm you know I like doing odd shit. Don’t act surprised now.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You wanna wait until we get home to do more or what?” She asked him, running her fingers through his hair.
"Fuck waiting..." He grabbed her hand in his hair and pulled her closer, kissing her hard. "I need more... Now." He started unbuckling his seatbelt with one hand while using the other to pull her lap over him. "I’m so fuckin’ obsessed with you..." He panted between kisses.
“Love being in this backseat with you.” She growled as they made out with one anoher sloppily.
"I love you in this backseat, in the front seat, in the bedroom, in the living room, in the fucking kitchen..." He groaned into her mouth as they continued to kiss. "I fucking love you everywhere." He pushed her up against the window, back arched waiting for him.
She exhaled, getting comfortable in said position. “Fuck babe.”
"Damn," He mumbled softly as he watched her back arch deeply, her ass pushed out waiting for him. He smacked one cheek hard, making her wince. "Your body was made for this shit." He growled, positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her by pushing in slightly.
“Made for you.” She spoke.
"Fuck yes it was..." He snapped his hips forward suddenly, filling her completely in one thrust. He stayed still for a moment, both of them panting heavily. "Only for me..." He began to move slowly, deeply hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Mmm…” She got comfortable under him. “Shit.”
He started picking up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her against the window. The car was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and wet slapping noises. "You feel so fucking good..." He leaned down to bite her shoulder gently while continuing to thrust into her roughly. “My sexy girl in my sexy car.”
The two were so infatuated with each other, mutually obsessed.
“Fuck Jungkook! I needed this so fuckin’ bad…So sexy watching you touch yourself a-and now this.” She trembled.
"God damn..." He managed softly as she tightened around him like a vice. "You get so needy..." He panted, hitting deep inside her again. "You almost came watching me nut on my own hand, didn't you?" He growled softly, knowing she loved that dirty shit.
The windows were fogged up and the car was swinging from side to side. “I could fuckin’ cum from that shit…You looked so good doing that.”
"Mmm... You would've came all over the seat, huh?" He thrust into her hard, making her cry out. "Cumming just from watching your man beat his dick?" He continued to bite and suck on her shoulder gently as he fucked her deeper. "So fucking needy for me..."
“I’m too fucking obsessed…No choice but to crave you and only you.” She confessed. The two were always vocal during sex. The couple both needed to hear words to feel satisfied.
"I’m obsessed with you too, baby..." He admitted breathlessly, pressing his forehead against her neck. "Fucking obsessed with your pussy, your mouth, your fucking eyes, your god damn attitude..." He trailed off, burying himself inside her completely and grinding against her ass.
She was so perfect in his eyes. The sex just made everything about her so much better.
“All of me is so loved by you. Hope you feel the same fuckin’ way baby. Ugh fuck!” She panted. “Shit!”
"I love every fucking inch of you..." He started moving again, faster and harder this time. "Your smart mouth, your crazy ideas, your stupid jokes, your beautiful face, and this perfect fucking pussy..." He reached around to play with her clit while pounding into her. "Only mine."
“All yours I promise.” She nodded honestly.
"Fuck yes..." He groaned, feeling her tighten around him again. "I'm gonna cum soon... You wanna cum with me?" He asked, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into her deeply.
“Want you…Want you to…” She panted, “Ugh fuck please. I’m almost there with you baby.”
"Fuck yes..." He growled, his movements becoming erratic and desperate as he chased his release. He pinched her clit hard just as he hit that perfect spot inside her, sending both of them over the edge together. "Ah fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
“Baby!” She tensed up, the orgasm crawling up through her body. Her thighs trembled and she came hard with him. Her body gave out, shuddering at the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Fuck..." He managed softly as he watched her body go limp from the intense orgasm. He slowed down his movements, milking both of their releases as he thrust shallowly inside her. "So sensitive..." He mumbled softly, pulling back slightly to watch her round ass jiggle with each thrust. "Damn baby."
“Shit…” She panted with him, cracking the window a bit so they could get some real cold air. “So fuckin hot in here. I forget how hot it gets when we do this.”
"Mhmm..." He pulled out slowly, watching their combined releases leak down her inner thighs. "No wonder we steam up the damn car like this..." He laughed softly, smacking one cheek gently. "You get so hot and needy when we have sex."
“I’m just greedy for that shit with you. You’re mine.” She chuckled. “God damn… I’m spilling everywhere.” She looked down, eyes tracking a spare t-shirt in the back. “Let me borrow this baby?”
"Here..." He grabbed the spare shirt from the backseat and handed it to her, watching as she cleaned herself up. He usually did, but he didn’t mind her taking over just this once.
“How tired are you?” Y/n asked out of curiosity.
“Mm tired but not exhausted.” He shrugged.
“So you’re feeling round two once we get home?” She smirked.
“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”
Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader
Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, SMUT
Warnings: Hard Dom!Jungkook, happy sub!Reader, size & strength kink, he is a lot taller than her, angst & misunderstandings in the beginning, poor woman gets threatened left and right at her own bonding party, please protect her, Kook is hurt by her at first but the problem gets solved hihi, her brother is a dick tbfh, insanely protective!Jungkook, whipped Alpha in loveeee, lots of kisses and touches, he is really soft with her & just a lil nervous, he is so lethal tbfh no wonder she gets turned on by him so easily bahaha, kissing & biting of her scent spots, the spots are on her neck and her tits and her inner thighs, he accidentally stimulates them long enough that she goes into heat, which makes him go into his ruts <3, this is a really passionate bonding night for sureeee, intense and hungry nipple sucking, her poor omega tits swell and produce sweet liquid (not milk just idk omega liquid lmaloaooa listen I made this up as I was going and it's hot), Jungkook eats it upppp, sooooo much slick, lots of drool and tears hihih, rough penetrative sex with his big alpha cock, knotting, lots of orgasms for both, breeding with his hot cum mhmh, listen he fucks her roughly while he is knotted which means she repeatedly gets penetrated by his knot, she likes it cause she is so into him, stimulation of her cervix which feels really good for an omega, she is in heaven with him fr, he never felt as good before as well, sex in missionary then in mating press and then just tangled up in a mess of limbs, praise, hand holding, he calls her "baby" & "my love" & "princess", the cuddliest and safest and giggliest aftercare, they're not aware of it yet but they're true mates <3, oh yeah! they break the bed
Wordcount: 15.8k
a/n: YOU HOES (affectionately) ASKED FOR IT AND THIS HOE (me, derogatory) LISTENED!!! I FUCKING LISTENED!!! AND I AGREED!! We need more Alpha!Kook in our life and on this blog. This is the hottest smut ever like (tmi but) i need to jerk it afterwards, which rarely happens with my smut HFAHDSFH i need him to be my alpha husband and rearrange my guts daily tbfh 😔 have fun besties, i hope this is a worthy enough sequel to the first part 😩💛 ps: for all you omegaverse veterans, i'm still a newbie to this AU and this story is MY interpretation of the AU hehe any rule changes are done intentional to my comfort levels <3
If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would mean This, perhaps you never would have agreed. Perhaps if the night hadn’t been so stormy and you so hopeless, you wouldn’t have said yes.
But you did and now you are here. In front of the entire pack, in a long dress as your pack’s priest is talking about eternal faithfulness. You knew that being marked by an alpha would mean that you had to be with him, but didn’t think it would mean This.
Your family is in the audience. First row, next to Jungkook’s family. Your brother stares at you with a look you can’t quite make out. You still can’t really stand his face. Jungkook’s father seems displeased and you don’t blame him. The little stunt you pulled made alpha Urquard furious and it was Jungkook’s father who had to take care of it. He wanted to trade another omega at first, but Jungkook stopped him before that could happen. You didn’t get to see Jungkook for two whole days after this incident and when he came back, his upper lip was chipped and he didn’t want to talk about what happened.
“Urquard’s not gonna bother our pack again. That’s all you need to know”, he told you tiredly while you tried to nurse his lip. “And there’s something else. It’s about us”, he then continued.
“About us? What about us?”
“If we wanna keep living here, we have to do something.”
“What do we have to do?”
“And with this kiss, I may pronounce you husband and wife”, the priest says and howls. The rest of the pack follows. Everyone, except Jungkook’s father who is staring holes into you darkly. It is custom for werewolves to howl for a newly bonded couple. It is meant to bring luck and happiness into the marriage. Having the pack alpha refuse this ritual is not a good sign.
You gulp down the heavy lump in your throat, shifting your nervous eyes to Jungkook. He seems nervous too, clasping your clammy hands. He closes the distance. Thankfully the howls are loud enough to mask your voices.
“He isn’t-”
“I know. Ignore him. He’s a stubborn idiot.” Jungkook cups your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”
You hesitate, feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen in your lungs. His father isn’t howling. What if Jungkook doesn’t want this bond either? If you knew that your night with him would end in marriage, maybe you wouldn’t have said yes to him. He wants to kiss you, doesn’t he? His eyes are studying your lips. You want to kiss him too, but it is so scary to go for it. What if he doesn’t want this bond? You hesitate and hesitate. As a matter of fact, you hesitate long enough for the howls to die down.
Heavy, thick silence follows. The pack stares. The priest stares. Jungkook’s father stares. Jungkook himself stares.
“Hey uhm, this is the part where you kiss me”, he whispers.
“I know”, you whisper back.
The priest clears his throat. Jungkook licks his lips nervously, still waiting for your consent. Someone in the audience coughs.
If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would lead to having to bond with him, perhaps you never would have agreed. He promised you that you would just have to pretend, that you wouldn’t have to be with him if you didn’t want to and yet here you are. You are now officially his mate. Well, not until you kissed him. You really want to kiss him, but it’s so scary.
“You have to kiss for the bond to be sealed”, the priest whispers as well.
You glance at the audience. Your family seems nervous. Jungkook’s father seems hopeful but also very angry. You look at Jungkook, whose eyes have darkened slightly.
“It seems that the bond is invali-”, the priest tries to announce loudly, but before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook silences him by pulling you into the kiss.
You gasp, eyes wide open and body frozen. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close. The priest sees it as a sign and begins the howling again. It fills the wedding house, almost sounding like melodies of joy. But you feel sick to the stomach. You are mated for life. Jungkook made sure of it and you made sure of how your marriage will be because you hesitated. You can see it in his eyes once he pulls back and they are as cold as ice. Holy fuck, you messed up.
The iciness of his stare continues long into the festivities. It is the duty of the newly bonded couple to open the dance floor with a dance. You and Jungkook have to wait behind a curtain to be called to the floor. You arrive a little later than him because your mother wanted to talk to you before that. Something about being a good mate to him. You didn’t really listen because she pissed you off.
Jungkook sends you an icy glare, tonguing his cheek.
“You”, you stomp to him. Your mother made you angry enough that you feel the need to take it out on him.
He watches you with a cocked up brow. You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge, but stares with widened eyes.
“How dare you force the kiss onto me like this. You took away my choice”, you hiss.
“Tch.”
“Don’t tch me. You said that it was my choice. You forced me.”
He tenses his jaw, looking anywhere but you. You shove him again with no chance of moving him.
“Did you hear me?”
“I don’t know if you already forgot the five prior conversations we had, but if we didn’t bond today, my dad would have banished us both. I made sure that this wouldn’t happen”, he answers you snappishly.
“This still doesn’t give you the right to kiss me like this”, you throw back, shoving at his chest.
He doesn’t budge, taking your hands to stop you from shoving him again. His grip is strong and possessive, but doesn’t hurt.
“The priest was gonna renounce our bond. I had to act fast”, he hisses.
“Yeah well, I didn’t want to be forced into it.”
“I know that by now”, Jungkook spits and swipes your hands away, turning a cold shoulder to you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest so tightly it looks as if he is trying to hug himself.
“I want an apology for it”, you insist.
“I’m sorry.”
You falter for a moment, not having expected it.
“I’m sorry, okay? Just. Drop it now, please.”
“Drop it? Excuse me?”
Jungkook turns his head away.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
No eye contact.
“Jungkook?”
“I’m done talking to you”, he grumbles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you hurt me.”
You gawk at him, holding your breath. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with such urgency it feels as if he is trying to drown you in the connection.
“All this talk about not wanting me to hold back. You told me not to stop telling you that you’re mine. Was it just empty talk?” he asks.
His heartbroken scent makes you feel heavy in your chest.
“What? I, I don’t- what?” you stutter.
“Did it ever mean something to you?”
“Kook, I-”
“Don’t call me that”, he hisses and steps closer. The thing is, however, that you don’t feel the instinctive need to step back. He doesn’t feel dangerous to you. Not because he isn’t scary, because he definitely is, but because you know for a fact that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Don’t call me that after what you did today.”
You gulp. He puts his hand over his heart, eyes showing how hurt he feels. His voice quivers as he speaks.
“You made me have my first knot ever. You, you made me feel so good that I bit you. You had your first knotting orgasm through me. I was fucking alive inside you”, he say and puts his other hand on your stomach where you once allowed him to feel himself in you.
You gasp and tense at the touch, putting your hand over his’. His touch seeps into you, reminding you how it was to carry his warmth inside you. Everything inside you wants him within the first touch. The connection is so intense that you draw closer to him instinctively.
“I thought that it meant something to you too. So why did you hesitate?” he stresses, eyes racing between yours.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Jungkook pulls his hand away from your stomach. “Wow, okay.”
“Kook, please.”
“Forget it. Let’s just get it over with”, he hisses and a second later, the curtains open and you have to pretend to be a happy couple.
He takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor while howls and claps cheer you on. He positions you and him in the middle of the dance floor, looking down at you with a tightened face.
The music starts. So does the dance.
Jungkook leads it, you follow. He holds you so close. He looks so deeply into your eyes. To anyone else it must seem as if he can’t get enough of his wife, but you are close enough to him that you know his true feelings. He wants this stupid dance to end as quickly as possible.
You can’t bear to look up at him any longer, lowering your eyes.
“Don’t. Look up.”
You obey instinctively.
“You’ve already fucked up the kiss, don’t fuck up the dance as well.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s already a little too late for that, isn’t it?” he says and leans you back as part of the dance. For just a second you see the world upside down before he lifts you again, holding you against his chest as he twirls over the dance floor with you. It makes your dress dance with you and blurs the world around you. He furrows his brows.
“Did it ever mean anything to you?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes or no? It’s a simple answer.”
“I was desperate and I-”
“Wow.”
“I, I just meant that I don’t know if it meant what it meant to you.”
“Stop talking, seriously.”
You gulp. Jungkook looks away.
“You have to look at me”, you whisper panickedly.
“Don’t worry, the dance is already fucked”, Jungkook says and coincidentally enough, the music switches just this moment. The rest of the pack fills the dance floor, but you barely notice them.
Jungkook steps back and leaves you in the middle of the dance floor. Your chest feels tight. You didn’t want it to come to this. Of course it meant something to you, but he cornered you right now and you tend to say the wrong things under pressure. You didn’t want to give him a dishonest answer, but didn’t have the full answer ready yet. Oh god, this isn’t what you wanted to happen.
Sudden fear fills you. You know instantly that his father is next to you. You force yourself to look at him, holding your breath.
“Ruin this bond, you and your family can look for a new pack. Understood?”
You nod your head fearfully.
“Speak up!”
“Yes! Understood!”
“That’s better. Fucking, bratty omega. Just because my son can’t keep his dick in his pants. I’ll teach him how to discipline you, be sure of that”, he says with a deadly glare and turns his back to you, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor.
You bite back tears.
Alcohol. You need to forget this night. Yes, that’s the solution.
Werewolf bonding parties aren’t that different from human wedding parties. There is good music, delicious food, lots of dancing and even more laughter. There is also, of course, the occasional friendly fighting between two wolves, which may seem scary to a human but is perfectly normal to your species. There is even a saying that if a bonding party doesn’t have friendly fighting, the bond will not last. A part of you had hoped that your party would be such a party just so it wouldn’t be you who ruins the marriage and therefore has to carry the alpha’s wrath. But your wish wasn’t granted the moment you watched Yoongi and Hoseok start a friendly wrestling march next to the margaritas bar.
Speaking of margaritas, you are drunk on them by now. Way too drunk, barely able to stand on two feet.
“Fuck, I need air”, you get out and turn to leave. You run your eyes over the crowd. Your family is by their table, your brother follows you with his eyes. You must be way too drunk because for a second it felt as if he was hunting you with them. You break contact, spotting Jungkook next. He is talking to one of the betas, Seokjin. He also seems terribly drunk. You look away quickly, stumbling past him on your way outside. He follows you with his eyes as you do, but you are too drunk to notice.
The night is cold. A welcome change to the stuffy air inside. Tonight is a new moon. You look up at the moonless sky. Weddings under a new moon mean that they will last long. That’s what the legends say. The new life together starts with the new cycle of the moon. First the fighting, now this. Your marriage seriously wants to last, doesn’t it?
You stumble to a quiet corner, resting against the wall. The music is blurred behind a veil of alcohol and the thick walls of the venue.
The thing is, it’s not that you had to bond with Jungkook which upsets you so much. It is the fact that it had to happen under such circumstances. You are sure that if he didn’t have to mark you in order to save your life, he would have never even thought about taking you as a mate. You know how his family thinks. A wolf with the alpha gen should mate with another wolf with the alpha gen. Bonding with an omega isn’t a thing in Jungkook’s family. And this is what scares you. You are an omega in a family of alphas and his father seems to fucking hate it. What if Jungkook hates it too? He talked about keeping you safe and not wanting to let you go, but he probably didn’t think that he would have to mate with you. He was probably high on his afterglow and talked without thinking.
“Urgh”, you let out, grinding your fangs.
But then, why was he so upset that you hesitated? Was it because he wanted to own you as quickly as possible? But he smelled heartbroken. Someone who is merely upset about not owning you wouldn’t smell like this. This is confusing you so much.
“Who knew that you would be married before me.”
You turn your head to your brother. You must be really drunk because his eyes still seem so different.
“It’s crazy to imagine that you came back and got bonded”, he says.
“Only because you fucked up and I almost had to die for it. Otherwise, Jungkook would have never had to step in and I would have never had to bond with him”, you throw back.
Your brother studies you with furrowed brows.
“Look, I said that I’m sorry and I am. It was an accident. I thought that she was a deer.”
“Tch, sure. I know you were into her. I watched you sneak away sometimes to see her. You got jealous and decided to kill her because you couldn’t bear the thought that she was to be with someone else. Admit it”, you challenge him because you know that it was bullshit. Your brother would never kill someone out of jealousy.
Something changes in your brother’s face, however. Your brother disappears, the face of an ice cold killer stares back at you. The face of a killer who killed before and who would do it again. He steps closer and you instinctively step back. Fear and the desire to flee overcomes you. It is difficult however when he has you cornered. It is a dark corner and there are no people around.
“What, what are you doing? You, you are scary”, you stutter.
“You know, you were never supposed to come back.”
“What?”
“If I were you, I’d be careful with your words from now on”, he warns, dragging the back of his hand down your face, “are we understood, sister?”
You whimper instinctively, avoiding his eyes. His touch feels like sandpaper on your skin. He comes closer. You are so scared.
“Are we under-”, he stumbles back as a strong hand tugs him away from you. It is so rough in fact that he squeaks against his will.
“Do we have a problem here?” Jungkook growls, stepping between you and your brother. He is huffing his air, torso stretching the fabric of his suit because his protectiveness is making his body grow. Your brother tries to take a step closer, but instantly stops with just one deep growl of Jungkook.
Your brother looks at you for a brief moment. The person you once knew is gone from his eyes.
“I was already leaving”, he presses out and turns his back to leave. He knows better than to pick a fight with Jungkook. He gets as far as one step before the latter pulls him back.
He tries to fight him in reaction, but gives up quickly when Jungkook renders him useless with a strong grip on his chin. His claws dimple his skin, threatening to break through. He is towering over your brother by now.
“You are the one who is going to start picking his words carefully from now on. She is under my protection now. Is that clear?”
“Is this supposed to scare me?”
“Don’t test me.” Jungkook hisses, shaking him by his chin. “I’ll let you go tonight because you’re her brother and I don’t wanna break her heart, but you threaten her again and you’re dead. Are we understood?” he snarls his words, eyes dangerously golden and sharp fangs on full display.
“Yes”, your brother croaks out.
“Speak up!” Jungkook barks, shaking him.
“Yes! I’m sorry, yes!”
“Good. Now leave, you’re ruining my wife’s mood”, Jungkook growls and pushes him away.
The man, who was once your brother, stumbles back and runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.
Jungkook stares him down until he truly left and only then, he turns to you. He puts his hands on your upper arms, touching you so gently one might never know how roughly he handled your brother seconds ago. His features are clouded over with worry. His body is smaller again and his muscles shrunk back to their relaxed size.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks, studying you worriedly.
You shake your head, gasping for air in small, helpless breaths.
“Hey, sshhh you’re okay now. You’re okay”, he says, hugging you against his chest. One hand is on your back, the other on the back of your head. The calming scent of him engulfs you, masking your own frightened scent.
“People need to stop threatening me tonight”, you get out, sobbing into him.
“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay”, he keeps repeating the words, placing little kisses all over the crown of your head.
The fight of earlier feels far away to both of you. Especially to him.
It wasn’t long after you stumbled past him, that he followed you outside. At first he followed you with the intent of confronting you again, but then he saw that you were talking to your brother and he stayed back. Because of his heightened senses, he heard everything of your conversation with him. He also smelled your fear even before hearing your whimper and it drove up his desire to protect you to such levels that he has to tremble now that he finally holds you safe and sound.
“You’re okay. I’m here now. I’m here.”
You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes.
“This wasn’t my brother anymore.”
“I know, I’m sorry”, he says, wiping your tears.
“He murdered her. Kook, he is a murderer.”
“I heard everything. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”
“He looked at me as if he wanted to kill me too.”
“I wouldn’t have let him. He’d have been dead if he tried.”
“Kook”, you get out and hide away in his chest.
You smell so sad and heartbroken and scared. Jungkook feels parts of his body cramp from how much he trembles. He wants to protect you more than he already does. It is driving him insane that he can’t do more for you.
“Jungkook, I wanna go home but I don’t…” Your sad scent reaches its peak as tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t even know where that is anymore”, you press out and sob.
“Hey no, don’t cry. I’ll take you home”, Jungkook says and puts his arm around you to lead you away from the venue. You let your head fall against him, crying loudly because everything is just a lot for you.
“Do we have to tell anyone? Can we just leave? What if they ask questions? I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t-”
“Hey, everything is gonna be okay. We’re the bridal couple, they’ll just have to accept the fact that we left early.”
You nod your head in understanding. You are so glad that he took control right now. You would have been lost and overwhelmed without him.
You walk home side by side. It happens for comfort reasons that, after a while, you and he stop hugging so close. You are in nothing but your dress and he is in nothing but his suit. The streets are empty and quiet because the entire pack is currently at your wedding party.
You already walked long enough that you managed to calm down from the initial shock. It is an unspoken truth between you and him that you don’t want to talk about what happened. This means, however, that your walk is silent and that feels really awkward.
The town you grew up in hasn’t changed much ever since you were a child. The same trees still grow along the same streets, except that they are a lot taller these days. The same houses are still home to the same people and bonding nights are still held in the town’s sports hall.
Said sports hall is still close to the playground and the way home still leads through it.
You and Jungkook slow down as you walk down a metaphorical memory lane. You scraped your knee on the slide when you were eight and he had to blow on it to make it better. Jungkook sprained his ankle jumping off the swing when he was nine and you had to hold his hand as his mother rubbed it better again. Under the weeping willow, you and your friends played the silly little dares and you had your first kiss with him.
You look away from the tree, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. He looked at it as well. You turn your head away, feeling your throat tighten in panic. Jungkook feels his heart twist in reaction. The better voice in him says not to dwell on it, the love drunk idiot in him tells him to fight for it. He wins in the end.
“Wanna sit on the swings?” he suggests.
“And do what?”
“I don’t know. Swing? Sober up a little?”
You contemplate for a second, nodding your head in the end.
You weren’t even aware of how much you needed to sit until you are on the swing, stretching out your legs. You hate heels. They’re the worst shoes ever invented. You swing back and forth slowly, Jungkook does the same. This is still the same swing set you and he played on twenty years ago. The chains still leave this weird metallic smell on your hands and the rusty hinges seem to creak even more these days. You look up at the sky. The stars are so clear without the moon hiding them in her shine. You know this view all too well. In your left vision there are some branches of a maple tree and in the right a electrical pole is peaking at you. The view is familiar to you because twenty years ago, you and Jungkook sat at the same swing in the same order like you do today.
You dare to glance at him. He is looking at the sky, unaware of your eyes on him. His face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted in awe of the vast universe. His eyes are the darkest brown right now, reflecting the stars. The street lights behind him illuminate the edges of his silhouette, glimmering in parts of his dark hair as well. He is so beautiful when he thinks that no one is looking.
To think that you subconsciously chose the same swing even after all these years. He broke your heart like this fifteen years ago and now you are back, bonded. Your heart feels heavy. You shouldn’t have hesitated. You don’t know how Jungkook feels about this bond, but you get a feeling that you shouldn’t have hesitated.
A gust of wind sweeps through the playground and makes you shiver. Your teeth clatter and you wrap your arms around yourself to rub your freezing skin. He looks at you, studying you.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“It’s fine. I just wasn’t planning on being outside for so long. I only wanted to catch some air for a bit. I’m kinda drunk.”
Jungkook stands up from his swing.
You watch him, confused.
He shrugs off his suit jacket and closes the distance to put it over your shoulders. It is warmed up from him, instantly stilling your shivers. It also smells like him, making you just a little droopy. He hovers his hands over your shoulders because he doesn’t know if you want his touch, talking in a soft voice.
“Is this better?”
“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, feeling your heart race.
“Good. Keep it. I’m too hot anyway”, he says and leaves your side to sit down next to you.
He swings back and forth gently, watching some leaves dance on the ground as the wind carries them. Now is the perfect opportunity to talk, but he feels mute. He doesn’t want to fuck it up. Or perhaps he just doesn’t want to get hurt again.
He dances his eyes over the playground, reminiscing on all the memories he shares with you here. You and he could have been so right and then his father fucked him up. Jungkook forces down the heavy lump in his throat.
“What’s wrong?”
He looks at you with widened eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m an omega. I can smell when people around me are upset.”
“Ah. I don’t know. I guess, just thinking of old stuff”, he says and rubs the side of his neck.
“Yeah. Lots of memories here”, you say and sigh.
Jungkook sees it as his cue to ask you what he had planned to ask you before he witnessed you with your brother instead.
“Why did you hesitate?”
You almost fall off the swing in shock. Jungkook takes your hand, providing you with support. He feels vast of air when you instinctively squeeze him back and intertwine your fingers deeper. There they are again. Those mixed signals. You say one thing, but do the other. You do another thing, but say the complete opposite. Jungkook can barely take the confusion anymore, repeating his question again.
“I get it that you were nervous, but it looked like you didn’t want to kiss me at all. Why?”
“I just…”, you pull your hand back, swinging gently to soothe yourself.
Jungkook swings as well, looking at you.
“All of this is a lot for me. I went from a normal woman to a sex slave by a snatch to an omega marked, to a wife in the span of two weeks. This is a lot to work through.”
“Yeah, when you put it like this, it really is.”
“I didn’t think that our little stunt in the shed would lead to this.”
“Yeah honestly, neither did I. I thought that they would want us to date for a little and that’s it.”
“Yeah”, you agree and glance at him. “I’m scared that you are only doing this because your dad forced you. That’s why I hesitated. I saw the way he looked at me.”
“Don’t think about him. He is old and unhappy. He didn’t force me. Not when I…I dreamt of having you as my wife ever since I’ve known you.”
“What?”
You stop swinging. Jungkook stops as well, turning with the swing to face you.
“I think that’s why I kissed you. The priest wanted to announce that it’s invalid and I panicked and went in. I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.”
“Oh my god, you dreamed of bonding with me?” you press out, eyes full of emotions.
“Ever since I’ve known you. Well, you know, ever since I knew what bonding meant. I always wanted it to be with you.”
“Kook…”
He rests his head against the metal chain, reaching his hands out for you. You turn with your swing and take his hands, feeling your pulse in your neck because of how high he raises it. His thumbs draw hearts on your skin, his eyes are so soft.
“Yeah, I guess it’s out there now”, he says, laughing softly.
“It is”, you whisper and squeeze his hands.
Jungkook squeezes them right back, smiling with his eyes before it washes over his lips as well.
“I can’t believe you’re telling me this on the same swing set you best friend broke up with me when we were twelve.”
He laughs, lifting his brows for it. It’s such a cute laugh, making you laugh with him.
“Correction, where I was forced to best friend break up with you ‘cause my dad is a control freak.”
“Right. I’m sorry that your dad sucks.”
"Yeah, I guess I got used to it. He’s my dad, that’s how he is.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“Thanks.” Jungkook says and lets go of your hands to twirl back to the front. He takes a deep breath and stands up.
“Where are you going?”
“If I remember correctly, you always loved the swing the most.”
“I did, but what’s that got to do with anything?”
He walks behind you and puts his hands on the chain of the swing.
“Hold on tight.”
“Huh? Oh!”
He pushes you, making you swing back and forth. You squeal, having to laugh afterwards. Jungkook snickers with you, pushing you a second time to make you swing higher. Your shared laughter dances through the playground and in this short moment in life’s series of moments, you and he feel like kids again. There are no responsibilities lingering in the back of your heads, no fears of the future, no stresses of past days nor dreams ruined by reality. You and he are twelve again, using the swings after a long day of playing adventurers in the forests. The stars shine brighter and the wind doesn’t feel that cold anymore. You are alive again, flying to the very stars with each push Jungkook gives you.
“Not too high please, I’ll get scared”, you squeal, feeling tears of laughter run down your cheeks.
“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too high. I never did, remember?”
You and he talk as he continues to push you on the swing.
“If I remember correctly, you sometimes pushed me way too high because you were a gremlin like that.”
“A gremlin? Wow, okay”, he laughs and pushes you extra hard as playful revenge.
“Hey! No, it’s too high!” you squeak, laughing way too much.
Jungkook does it again.
“Kook please! I’m gonna fall, ah!”
And it happens. Your drunk ass falls off the swing. You squeal, preparing for impact which never comes. Instead he catches you in his strong arms, looking down at you with protective, caring eyes.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, watching his lips move. You giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder, “fuck, I’m too clumsy for this.”
“Hah, yeah.”
Jungkook noticed that you looked at his lips. For just a second, he wanted to kiss you. In the end, he didn’t. He won’t ever kiss you again without your consent.
He sets you down gently, holding both your hands against his chest. You look up at him, feeling a little robbed of air. His eyes race between yours as if he trying to build connection between your souls with just one look.
“I promise to be a good husband to you. No harm shall ever come to you through my hands and if I should ever break this promise, it is your right to strike me down. You have my body as protection and my heart to find a home in, ___. You always have and you always will.”
“You keep saying that. Does it mean..?”
“It does. It means that I love you and that I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He exhales shakily. “I know that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry again that I kissed you. Please, can you forgive-”
You put your finger on his lips, silencing him. He whimpers a little because of it.
“Can I say something now? Please?”
“Of course”, he says and steps back, fumbling with his own hands nervously.
“I’m not mad at you anymore that you kissed me. I, I was planning to kiss you, I was. I just, I saw your dad and he wasn’t howling and then I thought that we’re only in this situation because you had to save me. And I panicked and I was scared that we’d regret it and yeah.”
He nods his head in understanding, lowering his eyes sadly. You take his hand.
“It meant something to me too.”
He meets your emotional eyes, feeling emotional himself.
“It meant something to me, maybe not the same as it did to you but it did mean something to me. I wanted to tell you this, but didn’t know how. I get nervous when I’m cornered and I forget my words and then say dumb stuff.”
“I get it. I’m sorry that I cornered you. I guess I have the tendency to be pushy when I’m nervous. I shouldn’t have cornered you, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah well, I should have said something. I liked what we did in the shed and it meant something to me.” You put his hand on your stomach. “You were alive inside me and it was the best feeling I ever experienced.”
Jungkook sighs your name, instinctively drawing closer to you.
“But we also barely know each other as adults. What if we realize that we’re not right as mates once we get to know each other?”
“I don’t think that will happen. I’m still the same than I was before, just older.”
“You’re an alpha these days.”
“I am and I’ll use this status to provide for you and to keep you safe. I promise.”
“Really?” you whisper, looking up at him with those same puppy eyes you had in the shed.
Jungkook feels weak in the knees. Those eyes are lethal to him.
“Yes, really. All I want is someone to provide for, someone to care for and protect. And for that someone to be you. I just. I wanna keep you safe, ___”, he says.
“Oh”, you let out and exhales shakily.
“Mhm, yeah”, he breathes and brushes the back of his fingers down your temple.
“But”, you begin.
“Yes?”
“But not too much. I don’t want you to get hurt”, you say and trace his upper lip. The cut healed by now, but the memory of how it looked is still in your mind. Jungkook chases your touch, closing his fingers around your wrists. He holds you tenderly, tracing the spots most sensitive with his thumbs.
“Alright, not too much”, he whispers, smiling softly.
You share silence, looking at the other. Jungkook is the one to break it.
“We’ll get to know each other again and it’s gonna be nice. I want to make this work”, he whispers.
“I wanna make it work too. Not for the sake of my safety or anything, but because I wanna love you too.”
“You do?”
You nod your head.
Jungkook exhales shakily, closing the distance for a kiss. He stops just a breath away.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
You give him your answer by erasing the remaining distance, connecting your lips with his’. His knees buckle, his arms instantly fall around you to hold you close. The world around you seems non-existent as your lips are lost in the kind of kiss a bonded couple should exchange. It is epic. Jungkook feels so alive. He knows that if he tried hard enough, he could touch the stars.
You feel the same. This kiss is your reminder that whatever you and he have is out of your control. It is a bond made by fate, formed under a new moon. This is how you felt in the shed when he was alive inside you.
Those feelings are heightened because of the alcohol, forcing you closer to him. Which makes him lose control for just a second, ending in you pressed up against the swing set post and with his hand on your lower back.
It knocks out a soft moan from you. Jungkook answers it in a deep purr, sliding his right hand to your cheek to tilt your head higher. He sucks on your lower lip, ending it with a gentle bite.
The effect is instant for you. Slick begins to gather between your legs, your head gets droopy and everything inside you screams at you to give yourself to him.
Breathing shakily, you break the kiss. He stays close, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.
“Oh my god”, you whisper, tracing your own lips. They’re tingling from what he did.
“Yeah. Right?” he agrees, scrunching his nose and stubbing your temple with his forehead in a gesture of adoration. “Who’d have known that we’d kiss like this here”, he says, gazing at you.
Your eyes soften in submission. Jungkook feels drawn to you beyond repair.
“Keep looking at me with those eyes and we won’t reach home tonight”, he rasps, touching your waist as he basically undresses you with his eyes. “I’d take you right here and now. Make you feel so good that you see new constellations.”
Drunk you cannot handle talk like this, breaking into giddy giggles and hiding away in his chest.
“Are you laughing at me?” he gasps.
“No, oh god no. It’s just, nobody ever talked to me like this before”, you explain yourself between giggles, nuzzling closer.
Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your back.
“Get used to it. I realised that I’m kinda outta control when it comes to you. Maybe it’s the alpha gen.”
“Maybe”, you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting against his chest.
He stubs your nose with his own, hands groping your butt possessively.
“Stop looking at me.”
“It’s hard. When you touch me, I also lose control. I think it’s the omega gen.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a lightweight.”
“Hah! So you’re saying I’m just drunk?”
“Basically, yeah.”
You snicker, Jungkook grins.
“Come on, let’s go home before I actually do something indecent to you.”
You gladly let him hold your hand now that his kiss triggered your affectionate instincts, following him in happy steps.
Your walk home ends at Jungkook’s house. Two stories high and with a big garden surrounding it, it was one of the more luxurious houses in town.
“This is where we’ll live?”
“If you want to. I figured, you know, given how you still live with your parents and I’m living alone, we could use my place. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Yes? Great then we can get your stuff in the coming days. But for now, let me do this right”, he says and swoops you off your feet.
“Ah”, you let out, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold. Why?”
“Nothing, it’s so”, you stop talking to giggle instead, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. “It’s so cheesy.”
Jungkook chuckles, heart racing in his chest. He kicks the door closed behind him and does a twirl in the middle of his hallway.
“Wait! I’m too drunk for this! Eeek”, you squeak, hiding away in his neck. “Please stop, I’m too dizzy.”
Luckily for you, Jungkook listens. He stops and sets you down, holding you close as you sway.
“This wasn’t funny. Oh god, I’m dizzy”, you laugh, dropping your forehead against his chest. He rests his cheek against your head, talking in a chuckle.
“See? Told you. Total lightweight.”
“I’m not a lightweight. You’re just a gremlin”, you say and shove at his chest. He laughs, holding your hands.
“You’re adorable. Come, dance with me”, he says, placing your left hand on his neck and holding the other.
“Dance? Right now?”
“Yeah. Just you and I. We’ll do it right this time.”
“But I’m dizzy.” You step on his foot, making him groan. “And I have two left feet when drunk. Sorry, are you okay?”
“I’m okay. I’m more than okay”, he says, smiling at you as your bodies move to silent melodies.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine, baby. Just look at me”, he whispers, right hand on your lower back. It is so warm.
You look up at him. The pull is magnetic and fucking electric. You are so attracted to him. He has you feeling drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. You are so fuzzy inside because of all the laughing you have been doing.
“You have the most beautiful eyes ever”, Jungkook whispers, raising your pulse with it.
“Kook, I”, you begin, eyes flitting to his lips. Merely seeing the shape of them is enough to reignite the flames in your stomach. Dancing becomes a little harder now that you are so excited.
“What’s the matter?” he whispers.
“It’s embarrassing”, you confess with a heated face.
“Tell me.”
“No, it’s so stupid. I don’t even wanna do it but it just happens.”
He guides his touch from your lower back to your waist. Gentle and loving but insanely possessive at the same time. “I promise I won’t laugh.”
You hesitate.
“Promise.”
“I’m, uh, there is slick.”
Jungkook draws closer, making you chase his kiss.
“Shit. There is?”
“Yeah”, you whimper.
He lowers his eyes, making you taste the idea of his kiss. It makes you so desperate for him.
“Is this normal for you or….”
You shake your head, “it never happened before. Not like this. Or that easily. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.”
“Holy fuck. Baby.”
“It’s so stupid.”
“No, it’s not. Just kiss me.”
You kiss him. At least you try to because before your lips can touch, you step on his toes again. Vigorously.
“Ouch, hey”, he gasps, flinching back.
“Sorry! Oh my god, sorry. Are you okay?"
“Ah fuck”, he laughs, “yeah, I’m okay. You’re a terrible dancer.”
“Hey”, you pout.
He chuckles and pecks your cheek.
“I want to show you one thing before we make it official”, he says.
“Show me, please.”
“Follow me. You can leave your shoes by the door.”
Jungkook’s home is somehow exactly how you imagined it to be. It is neat and tidy, but doesn’t really have a lot of character. The rooms are spacious with little furniture filling them. The furniture is modern and there are barely any decorations present. It is the house of someone who doesn’t feel at home in it. The desire to make it cozy and homey for him becomes stronger and stronger within you. There are already a million ideas swarming your head.
“You’re quiet. Do you not like it here?” Jungkook asks you.
“No, it’s not that. I’m thinking.”
"About what?”
“It’s gonna sound silly.”
“Tell me.”
“I already have so many ideas on how to make it cozier here. Sorry, I know it’s your house and everything.”
Jungkook steps close and cradles your face, making you look up at him.
“And it’s your home. Make it as cozy as you want to”, he speaks softly, eyes warm and caring.
“Really?”
He nods, kissing your forehead.
“This place never felt like a home to me anyway. It can use the caring touch of an omega.”
You can’t explain how he makes you feel because you never experienced it before. The best way to describe it is cozy and safe. You want to curl up close to him and be yourself with him. This is how he makes you feel. As if you are allowed to be your truest You.
“Speaking of cozy omegas, we’re here.”
“Here where?”
“My surprise for you. I worked hard on it these past few days.”
He opens the door for you, allowing you view of one of the coziest rooms you have ever seen. It is filled with soft surfaces to lie on. A bed, a big sofa, some bean bags, a window bench. Curtains frame the window and the bed. The floor is covered in soft rugs. There are pillows to sink into on every surface and he installed fairy lights on the wall and the bed frame.
“What’s this?” you gasp.
“It’s your nest.”
You look at him. He is clearly nervous, smelling of it as well.
“I’m still new to the entire omega heat thing. I know that they’re a thing, obviously, and I know that you like to get cozy for them. I looked up nest inspirations online. It told me that you like lots of pillows and blankets and that I should make it cozy and warm. You can totally change everything in this room, of course.” He touches the side of his neck. “I just thought that I’d try to make it comfortable for you. At least maybe? I don’t know, I just wanna make it nice for you.”
Your lower lip trembles.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna make you cry. Is it that bad? I’m sorry, I suck at interior design.”
You shake your head and fall around his neck, “thank you.”
Jungkook closes his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You smell of happiness right now.
“Does this mean you like it?” he asks.
“I love it so much. I never had a nest before. I’m so happy.”
“You are?”
“Yes, so much.”
You step back, giving him a smile. Jungkook retorts it. You giggle and turn so you can hurry through the room.
Jungkook watches you, enjoying the droopy feelings in his chest. The longer you are in the room and the more details you spot, the stronger your scent of happiness gets. It almost fills up the entire room by now, making him feel so warm and complete. He feels at home in his house for the very first time.
“This is so cozy, oh my god. So soft, wow. I love this colour, holy moly. Wow. So cozy. Wow”, you gush and gasp as you inspect everything and anything.
You end up dropping into one of the beanbags, nuzzling into it as deep as possible while you purr in contentment.
Jungkook feels his knees buckle. He got you to purr. Holy fuck, he was seriously placed on this earth to treat you right.
He closes the distance between you and him, kneeling down in front of you. He comes closer, putting his weight on his elbow which he rests on the beanbag above your head. He leans down to kiss your cheek.
You stop your nuzzling, gasping quietly as his sudden closeness surprises you. You look up and can’t look away again.
“You’re the most beautiful bride I have ever seen”, he whispers, cradling your cheek with his other hand.
“Oh”, you let out, feeling dizzy.
“No wonder I had to kiss you.” He furrows his brows. “I know I shouldn’t have done this and I’m sorry.”
“I’m not angry anymore. You built me a nest”, you tear up, “Jungkook, please give me my bonding night. I want to be with you.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“So sure, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You shiver. “I keep producing slick and I’m so cold without you and, and I wanna feel that good again. Like we did in the shed. I, I wanna feel like this again. Please.”
Jungkook closes his fist on the beanbag, trying to keep himself at bay. His instincts threaten to kick in when you beg like this.
“Do you want it here?”
“Yes, please.”
“And you know what I’ll do to you? What might happen again?”
You deepen the lethalness of your puppy eyes, taking his hand to put it over your stomach. You whisper your words, turning him into puddy.
“I want to feel alive again. Together with you.”
“Holy fuck, ___”, Jungkook croaks and goes in for a kiss. He growls and stops himself. “I need you to say that you understand. Please, don’t make me do it without hearing it first.”
“Yes, Kook. I know what you’ll do to me. I need you to, please.”
“Thank you. Oh my god baby, I wanna treat you so right”, he croaks out and finally falls into the kiss. “I’ll never ever force myself onto you again. Never. Fucking never. Holy fuck, baby”, he babbles between kisses, turning you into a weak, turned on mess. “Wanna treat you so right. My baby. Mine.”
His touch is everywhere at the same time, unable to decide where to find its home. It feels so good. Each spot he touches, tingles and heats up. Whenever he changes spots, it leaves behind shivers and goosebumps before the entire process repeats itself again.
You want to keep kissing him, but soon have to stop because of his touch. You have to gasp for air, you would suffocate otherwise.
Jungkook, barely holding onto the threat of humanity by now, doesn’t see any problem in being denied your lips. He kisses a path to your neck hungrily. Your aroused smell becomes stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your scent glands. He knows how good it feels when someone kisses his scent spots and he wonders if it is the same for you.
He kisses the spot on your left side, forcing you to arch your back and gasp loudly. You instinctively grasp his back.
“Do you like this?” he rasps his words, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You smell so good. Jungkook has never felt such an obsession with another’s scent before. He needs it all over his body, melted with his skin so everyone can smell who his heart belongs to. He can’t stop kissing you, picking up more and more of your scent.
“Does this feel good?” he asks again because you were too busy gasping the first time.
“Ye-yeah”, you gasp out, staring at the ceiling in shock. Your fingers twitch and tremble on his back, claws threatening to come out and slice open his shirt.
What is happening to you? You were kissed on your neck before, but this feels different. This feels lethal, fateful, like it is changing the way you view pleasure. You have never felt so electric before and so close to losing control.
“You smell so good, I can’t get enough.”
“Wow, oh god, wow…”
Jungkook stays on your left side until he can smell your arousal on his lips. Only then, does he kiss a sloppy path to your right side. He moans when he witnesses you roll your head to the side willingly and he moans again when he goes in to worship your hard working scent spot. And it is working hard. Fucking hell, you smell like pure sex and arousal. Jungkook huffs it up hungrily, biting and licking at the delicious spot.
All while you stare and gasp and lose control over yourself. The bites feel so good. You want to squirm and moan. Your head is fuzzy, your body so weakened. What is happening? What the fuck is happening to you? You can’t stop producing more slick. You are so hot. Seriously, so fucking hot. Oh god, you can’t think anymore. Anything you can think is how much you need him to fuck you.
“Seriously, fuck”, Jungkook comes up for air, mouthing at your cheek drunkenly, “you smell so good. I feel high.”
“I wanna be naked”, you croak out, arching your back. You don’t have many thoughts except desire and sex. Being naked is all you crave right now. If you’re naked, Jungkook can potentially bite more parts of you. This is the logic of your fuzzy mind and it is driving you crazy that it isn’t your reality yet.
“Sit up then and let me open your dress.”
You obey gladly, almost dry heaving in desire. Jungkook reaches behind you and opens your dress. He wanted to pull it off slowly to make the moment romantic, but you shrug it off quickly for him.
He meets your eyes. They are golden and clouded in desire.
“Are you okay with this?” he asks.
“Why not?”
“I never saw you naked before.”
“Oh.” A little clarity returns to your eyes. “Right.”
He can smell hints of coyness in your scent. And a little bit of nervousness.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
You obey his order and like this, Jungkook is able to lift you out of your dress and carry you to bed. He lays you down carefully, straddling your lap without sitting down.
You are below him in nothing but your underwear, feeling small and fragile, but so safe.
“Do you wanna take it slower?” he suggests.
“No, just nervous that’s all.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. We can slow down whenever you need to.”
“Okay”, you whisper and make puppy eyes at him, “can you, uhm, can you bite me more?”
“Yes. Wow this is…hah. Of course”, he lets out, “first, let me match you.”
He is getting undressed. First his tie, then he opens his buttons. His shirt leaves him first, next his belt and last his slacks. He stays in his briefs, heavy cock straining the fabric as much as he soaks it.
Now sharing in your state of undress, he leans down, taking your hands to pin them gently. He kisses you, blurring your thoughts into one big mess of arousal and safety. His thumbs caress your hands as he kisses you. Your scent is on his face, forcing even more slick to run out of you. Any sort of nervousness you felt is getting wiped out with each new kiss you share. He tastes so goddamn good. His lips are soft and the piercings on them are so exciting to feel.
The kiss breaks when air is sparse. Jungkook stays close to paint paths of worship down your body. He bites the softest spots and sucks marks of ownership on the firmer spots. And you are in heaven, wishing for him to never stop. Such heavenly feelings are unfamiliar to you. You had people mark you before, but it didn’t feel like this. With Jungkook, you need him to continue. You need to know that every single inch of you is marked by him in one way or the other. Whether it be a bite mark, a kiss spot or his scent, you need it on your body and each time he gives it to you, you leak more slick. It is out of your control, unfamiliar and amazing. So amazing.
Jungkook is lingering over your sternum right now, hot breath tickling your skin. His strong hands are holding you under your armpits, reminding you that you were owned by the safest lover.
“I know it’s difficult for you, but please stop me if I go too fast. I can’t stop myself once I let go, so I need you to yell it at me.”
“Please. Don’t stop. Please, you feel so good”, you sigh, writhing.
“Wow, I….fuck, I want you”, he rasps, having to kiss every inch of you. “I want you. I want you so bad.”
“Ah…please…don’t stop…”
Jungkook reaches your breasts. They are swollen and plumb from arousal. They aren’t always like this. When you are feeling normal, they also look and feel normal. They are how breasts are supposed to be, sagging from gravity and soft when lying down. Not right now. They stay in place. They are a little bigger, plumber and hot to the touch. They also smell like your arousal. Even through the fabric of your bra. It is so much sweeter and richer than it was on your neck. Jungkook moans like a druggy having found his drug, going in for a taste with an open mouth and way too much tongue.
“Ah”, you whimper, following it up with a submissive mewl. You are losing control again and it feels so good. Why does everything he does feel so good? It is as if you are a virgin being touched for the very first time, which is insane because you definitely aren’t.
“Your skin’s so soft and warm. I can’t get enough of you”, he mumbles between his hungry kisses, turning you into puddy. You lost sense of how much more you can still take before you burst.
His masculine, possessive hands hold your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh desperately. His spit soaks the fabric of your bra, leaving behind spots of coldness whenever he moves on to a new spot.
It happens again. You experience sensations you have never felt before. People played with your tits before, you played with them as well but it never felt like this. It never felt so otherworldly. They are so swollen. You can’t breathe because there is so much pressure building up behind your nipples. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle the overwhelmed sob, twisting the sheets with your other hand. It hurts. The pressure really hurts not to be taken care of.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear your panicked whimper because he doesn’t slow down in his feast.
“Your scent, I’m so high. It’s insane, holy fuck, so good…”
It gets too much for you. The pressure hurts so much. You’re scared. What is happening to you?
Jungkook squeezes your breasts and bites down gently. The pressure bursts. You wail, arching your back as warmth trickles out of your nipples, soaking your bra.
The sweet scent of it hits his nose instantly. He tenses up and shudders, cock threatening to burst through his briefs.
“What the-”
Jungkook’s instincts tell him to rip your bra off and lick up the sweet scent, but he forces himself to be stronger than them. It is you who lies below him in such a vulnerable state. If he took advantage of that, he would never forgive himself.
“Jungkook, help me. Please. I’m scared”, you beg him in a quivering voice.
“Try to focus on me. Focus baby, right here”, he tells you, cradling your cheeks.
Your eyes search aimlessly for a moment, but soon find their home in his gaze.
“Koo”, you whimper, grabbing his wrists, “I’m scared. What is happening to me?”
“I don’t know. It never happened to me before. My instincts tell me to clean it for you, but I don’t know if you want this.”
“Please, it hurts. Just make it stop, please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please”, you sob.
“Sit up.”
You barely manage to obey. Jungkook supports you, using his other hand to open your bra and tug it off of you. He throws it to the side, helping you lie down again.
Your breasts, normally victims to gravity, stay plumb and perky as you lie down. It is yet another proof that whatever he is doing to you is working beyond comprehension.
“Holy fuck, ___, your tits”, Jungkook gets out, gawking at them in total awe. They are seriously so swollen, your nipples are so hard and they seem to keep leaking pearlescent liquid. “You’re so beautiful, but holy fuck they’re so swollen. Baby, wow.,”
“I don’t know what’s happening. They’re so… so…there’s so much pressure.”
“I can’t. Oh god.”
If only you and he knew that this is happening to you because he stimulated your scent glands. If only you knew that simulation of said glands only works this well with your true mate. You could have a hundred other men play with your tits the same way Jungkook did, but your body would never fall into such helplessness with any of them. Only he will get you to such levels of pleasure. Because it is only his mouth which is destined to taste your sweet pleasure.
You and he are unaware of this fact however, because this is still new to both of you.
“What, what do you need me to do?” He stutters, salivating.
“I don’t know. Your instincts, I don’t- ah.”
“Right.” His eyes glow golden. “My instincts”, he growls and gives in to the voices. “Stay still, I’ll take care of it.”
He picks up your tits and squeezes them together so your nipples are close to each other. He lowers his dripping mouth to them, taking in your right first but with the intention that your left will follow very soon.
His instincts tell him to stimulate your nipples with soft bites first until they are throbbing and then change to sucking them. He listens to his instincts, getting you to moan so loudly that his cock throbs painfully.
“Is this working, baby?” he asks, drooling all over your sweet nipples.
“Oh god, yeah”, you croak, arching your back. You twist the sheets, curling your toes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Koo thank you…”
“Fuuuck baby, so hot”, he drags out his words until it turns into a growl instead, loving you oh so right.
He bites and bites, licks whenever you sob and bites some more, all while his strong fingers knead your plumpness. And then it happens. You arch your back and wail up as his stimulation finally forces your breasts to tighten and throb. Liquid shoots into his mouth and down his throat. It is the sweetest taste he ever had on his tongue, intoxicating him beyond saving. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, he thinks that for a second he blacks out before he comes back to be totally guided by his instincts.
He gurgles and moans, sucking the sweet nectar from your right nipple while his fingers play with your left just to keep it ready for him. It is a messy business and whenever he changes sides, he has to lick up the mess he made before he can suck on your nipple. It is not a terrible fate. On the contrary, it’s heaven. For both. Jungkook has never felt this high before while you love his tongue on your body. He is so hot and soft, giving you the perfect contrast to the sharp bites his fangs give you.
“Kook oh god, Kook ah! Ah! A-ah!”
You spill tears, grabbing your own face to muffle yourself and make sense of what is happening to you. This is life altering. You are in a constant state of genuine orgasmic bliss and it doesn’t want to die down. You can literally feel how Jungkook sucks the liquid out of you, relieving you of the painful pressure as he does it. It helps so much, while at the same time making everything worse.
He might help you with the nectar of your breasts, but your body still keeps producing slick. And it is getting dangerously full inside you. Your panties feel like imprisonment to your cunt.
You twist a bundle of his hair, sobbing in ecstasy and desperation.
“Koo, I’m scared, it’s so good”, you sob, trembling.
Your touch motivates him. He is starving for you even though he is currently feasting on you. He seemed to have sucked you dry. No matter how much he bites and sucks, your nipples stay dry. The starvation remains. He needs more of you.
“More, give me more please”, he orders, growling his words between vigorous sucks.
“I, I can’t. Ah, Kook ah.”
“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so sweet.”
He can’t take a break, he needs more of you. He lets your scent guide him. It gets stronger and stronger, the closer he comes to your cunt. Don’t be mistaken however, it is not your pussy which calls him, but your inner thighs. Your scent glands to be more specific. Working overtime to produce your arousing smell and begging for attention. They are the most sensitive of your scent spots, but you don’t know that yet. You had men kiss you there before, but none of them were Jungkook. None were your mate.
Jungkook shoves your legs open and buries his face in your right thigh with a growl. His fingers dimple your softness, his fangs tickle your skin. Not long and he bites you.
Your entire body reacts to it. You tense and flinch as if he shocked you, letting out a howl of surprise. Your empty cunt aches, craving nothing more than him.
Jungkook lifts his head, eyes droopy and drugged and lips still glossy from your tits.
“Is like a drug. You is like a drug”, he lulls his words and drops his face back in your thigh. Your left one for a change. He kisses and licks it, grabbing your waist possessively. He holds you with such strength that he even manages to bring it in a little, forcing you to burn in a fire you were never in before.
“I fucking want you, fucking need you, fuck can’t get enough.”
“I’m so hot, I-I’m so hot.”
“So hot, so fucking soft. Fuck, your smell drives me insane.”
“Oh god, Kook. I’m so hot.”
The thing about omegas and heats is that it isn’t as common as one might think. Before an omega has reached maturity, heats obviously aren’t a thing. Afterwards, they are manageable when living with other family members. They feel more as if you were bad mooded and grumpy. You managed to sleep them off whenever they happened.
Burning in this unfamiliar fire as Jungkook repeatedly bites your sensitive scent spots makes you realize that perhaps you have never truly experienced a real heat before. Maybe it slumbers in an omega until they are with their true mate. Maybe the grumpy days are just nature’s way of saving the omega of embarrassing moments in front of family.
You can’t explain why you know, but this is it. This is the real deal. Jungkook stimulated your sensitive glands for long enough that he forces you to go into heat. It feels different from anything you have ever experienced, it even feels different from the thing you thought to be your heat when he was with you in the shed. You were wrong back then, this is it. This is the real thing.
And it scares you so much that you beg for him. He comes up when hearing your distraught, cradling your face. He is clearly far away, seeming changed as well. The only thing having forced him away from you is his stronger instinct of keeping you safe. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes are foggy.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he lulls his words.
“I’m, I’m in heat.”
“What? It can happen like this?”
“When you bit my scent spots, it made me…oh god, please make it stop please.”
“What, uhm, what do you need?”
“You. Please fuck me. I beg you.”
“Holy fuck, I-” Jungkook stops himself, growling deeply and twisting the pillow above your head, “something’s wrong with me. I’m losing control over myself.”
“Koo”, you croak, touching his chest. He is burning up, muscles swollen and tense. His heart races like crazy, unnaturally fast at that.
“What is happening to me?” he stresses.
“I don’t know.”
If only you and he knew that his accidental efforts of forcing you into heat, forced him into his ruts with you. If only you knew that these are the effects of being with your true mate. If only you knew that the only remedy is sex. But you don’t know and so you and he are fated to stumble through the unknown, still doing the right things because your instincts are stronger than anything else. It is as if your bodies do the talking without you and him having to speak their language yet. It is most certain that you will be fluent in it one day.
“I want to rip your panties off.”
"Please do.”
Jungkook gives in and does as he wants. He rips your panties off, throwing the thin piece of fabric over his shoulder. He rips off his own briefs next, discarding the fabric. His heavy, thick cock slaps your stomach. He is so big and swollen by now that he can barely stand up despite his hardened nature. His slick pools in your navel and smears all over your skin.
“Holy fuck, urgh fuck”, he drops his head in your neck, “it hurt so much to keep it in.”
“Kook, you’re so heavy.”
“I know, I’m so hard that I can’t keep it standing. I…” He lifts his head, cradling your cheek. “Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
Jungkook shifts his hips so his cock probes at your entrance. You whimper and open your legs widely, putting them around his meaty thighs.
“Just the tip”, he whispers.
“What? No”, you get out and pout.
Jungkook chuckles, cradling your cheek.
“You know, like last time.”
“Oh”, a giggle shakes you and makes your face glow.
He chuckles, soaking up the moment of honest happiness like a dried up sponge would water. Each time he hears your laugh, he falls more in love with you.
“Just the tip when it didn’t mean anything and we shouldn’t have done it.”
Your giggle changes into a sigh of his name. You gaze into his eyes, building soul consuming connection.
“Right?”
“Right.”
Jungkook allows his tip to fill you. Just enough to let you feel that he was finally there with you. You whimper, spilling tears of relief.
Jungkook wipes them, spilling his own tears. He loves you. This is it. The moment it is official that you are mates. And it happens exactly how he always dreamed it would. You under him, looking so vulnerable and safe as he can gaze into your eyes and see your face change in pleasure.
“This means everything to me”, he croaks out and buries himself inside you to the base. “Ah.” He twists the pillow.
“Oh god. Ah.”
“Too deep? Hurts?”
“No, it’s perfect. I feel, ah, I feel whole.”
Jungkook moans your name, eyes filling with emotion.
You touch his messy hair, scratching him behind his ear. Jungkook shivers, eyes threatening to roll back. You are stimulating one of his scent spots, forcing him deeper into his ruts.
“Okay. If you. Fuck. This is my scent spot. It feels. Ahm. I, I have to fuck you”, he struggles with his words, cock throbbing inside you as if it had his own pulse.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
He fills you with more of his slick each time he twitches. It tingles whenever he does.
“Please don’t hold back. Fuck me like you need to, please”, you whimper, shaking in agony. You tickle his scent spot especially good and it’s over for him.
Jungkook’s fingers slip from control. He can’t hold back anymore. He knows that you can take it.
He pulls out only to slam into you again in a deep, passionate rhythm. In and out. In and out. It is endless and harsh and feels so fucking good.
Your eyes instantly roll back and stay there. Your fingers dimple the nape of his neck as you clutch him for dear life. Jungkook himself can’t keep his eyes focused, gazing at you through a veil of blurriness.
“Is this good for you?” he gets out through gritted teeth.
“Good”, you wail, writhing in ecstasy.
“Fuck, I’m fucking high on you.”
He thought that he knew the feeling of your cunt but this is different. This actually forces him to listen to nothing but his instincts. He thought that he was out of control in the shed, but he wasn’t. This is it. You are so hot around him, so soft and you are filled with slick to the very brim. It is Jungkook’s task to fuck it out of you in heavy, strong thrusts, making a mess of your bodies and the sheets in the process. He isn’t aware of it yet but this gives you so much relief. You were bursting inside and now it is finally leaving you. There is no muscle in your body which isn’t currently puddy. Everything you exist for right now is to be fucked by him. There is no other sensation to you than that of his thick cock reshaping your insides.
“Baby, this is a lot. Holy fuck, this is argh”, Jungkook gets out, scrunching his face in anger. He wants to go deeper, but he can’t. It pisses him off, makes him want to break shit. He knows it’s this stupid position. Fucking good for nothing. Who thinks of something that unfavourable? (Jungkook will think back to this moment once he is clear in his head and wonder why he hated missionary so much.) But he hates it right now. He can’t even see himself inside you, his base is barely inside.
“More, I need more”, he growls and pulls out.
“No please, please it hurts please”, you instantly beg.
“Patient, I’m rearranging you.”
Jungkook takes your legs and guides them into a better position. You let him reshape you. This is what your body currently exists for and wants. It needs someone as strong and dominant as Jungkook to bend it to his will. Each second where he handles you feels like heaven.
He puts your legs over his shoulders.
“Hands.”
You obey, giving them to him. He puts them on your own thighs, squeezing them against the back of them.
“Hold them for me there. I want you to feel yourself shake.”
“Yes”, you whimper.
“Good omega. What a perfect thing you are”, he lulls and slides his hands to your ankles. He picks them off his shoulders and lifts them up. Like this, he opens you for him. Your butt is lifted off the sheets, your cunt instantly gushes out masses of slick.
“I can’t keep it in”, you confess.
“It’s good, baby. You don’t have to. Relax”, Jungkook assures you in a hungry whisper, eyes a deep gold and mesmerised by you. He moves his hips close and buries his heavy cock back in you.
You mewl, curling your toes. Slick drips onto the sheets as it makes space for his girthy length, you feel whole again.
“There we go, fuck”, Jungkook growls and bottoms out. He stays there for nothing but a second before he pulls out again to pick up a punishing rhythm.
It feels so good that your eyes roll back and you resort to moaning and wailing for him. Jungkook moans with you each time he is deep inside you. This finally scratches the itch. This is finally as deep as he can go. He can finally see himself inside you. Finally he can see how his thick cock reshapes your swollen cunt. He is so big and you take him so easily, moving and trembling around him as he repeatedly pounds you stupid. If you keep this up, he might get pussy drunk.
“I can’t take this. You’re so pretty. Is it good for you?”
“Yes. More, please.”
“You’re so perfect. Holy fuck”, he growls and throws your legs over his shoulders to hold your hips instead and pull you onto his cock each time he thrusts into you. You are tighter like this, jerking off his fat cock.
Your voice pitches and rises in volume. You were never fucked like this before. Your needs were never ever getting satisfied like this before. It is changing you and Jungkook makes it even better by taking your clit between his fingers to massage her. She is so swollen and big that he can jerk her off just a little, making you howl. Your hands drop from your thighs just so you can rip the sheets in your attempt to twist them.
You can’t take it. He makes you climax. It is so intense and fulfilling that your sensitive breasts leak again. You howl his name as it happens.
The scent of your sweet breasts and your pretty face sets off Jungkook.
“I have to. It happens”, he gets out and throws his head back. He moans loudly, falling victim to his orgasm. His toes curl for it, his tones stomach flinches.
And because you are currently in heat, existing for nothing but him, his seed sets you off again. It brings you back into this uncontrollable, intense state of bliss you experienced for the first time in the shed. It should be familiar to you by now, but it is not.
You cry and sob, knowing that you won’t be able to stop orgasming for as long as your body needs to.
Jungkook knots instantly, cursing so graphically that he is surprised himself.
“Baby, I can’t stop. I can’t, I’m sorry”, he chants panickedly, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you. It forces his knot to keep leaving you and then popping back inside. The stimulation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, making his toes cramp from curling them so harshly and his hips become even more violent.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it feels so good. Stop me, I can’t stop it”, he apologises because you cry so much. He wants to stop hurting you but he can’t. His hips rut against his will.
“Don’t stop please. It feels so good”, you release him of his guilt, clenching down on him as he drills his knot back into you.
“What? You’re in no pain?”
“No pain. Oh god Koo, I’m cumming again…Ah!” You have to wail, squirting around his thick knot as he buries it inside you over and over again.
“Ah! This is the best sex I ever had, oh god”, Jungkook moans, arching his back.
The knot fucking burns so deep in such a good way. You are so empty without him, the breach is so intense and once he is inside again everything is well. Your pussy sounds so wet, squelching around his knot sinfully. This is seriously the best sex he ever had.
“It’s so good, I’m so high”, he growls, following your orgasm with his own. It is so unbearable to keep moving but his hips have a mind of their own. They keep rutting and fucking even through Jungkook’s shakes. “I can’t stop this. Holy fuck, urggghh.“
If you knew that your little stunt in the shed would lead to having your guts knot fucked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, you would have agreed to this bond sooner. Yup, we have reached the point of total acceptance of your situation. Fuck that his father didn’t howl. Fuck that you only married Jungkook because you were forced to. Fuck that this wasn’t meant to happen. This right now is everything which counts. It is making this entire situation right. It was meant to happen.
“Jungkook, I can’t stop”, you sob, grabbing for him helplessly.
“I know. I can’t either”, he gets out, holding your hands and pinning them above your head. Like this he is lying himself down on you, folding your willing body in half and burying his knotted cock so deep inside you that you feel him against your cervix. In your state, lost in heat and his seed, it is the highest level of pleasure he can give you. And you thank him with loud cries and your claws digging into his hands against their will.
His own claws come out to play. He angles his hands so they wouldn’t hurt you. Like this, your hands are under his’, shaking and twitching as he brings you over one edge after the other.
“I can’t stop. Jungkook please help me”, you wail.
“You’re safe. I’m here. Baby, I’m here”, he soothes you and shakes as he manages to bury his knot in you again. You are getting tighter and tighter and his knot more and more sensitive. “Urgh, baby you’re making me- ah!”
He loses control, pumping your belly full of his hot cum. Now that he is pressed against your cervix, his seed pushes its way right past it, giving you the feeling of being alive you so dearly craved. Of course it sets you off again, of course you cry as if you never had an orgasm before and experience it for the first time. Of course it sets him off again. Of course all of this is happening. It was meant to happen. Of course it was.
And as you cry and sob in relief and bliss, Jungkook can barely stop his claws from hurting you. He grew in size and strength. Your small, fragile body is in danger of being crushed under him.
He does what he needs to do. Jungkook grips the headboard, growling like a rabid animal. You are so stretched out, so lose around his knot. And so wet. He can’t stop fucking you with his creamy knot. It feels so good to have you struggle for a second but then take him happily. It feels even better because you moan with such ecstasy each time he drills it back into you.
Jungkook growls and grips the headboard tighter. And tighter. And tighter with each heavy thrust. With each of your moans. Tighter and tighter until suddenly it cracks loudly, breaking into two right under his hand. The bed gives up, forcing you to sink a good ten centimetres.
“What?” You squeak out, looking around you disoriented.
“Doesn’t matter. Look at me”, he dismisses it, cradling your cheek tenderly. One might never know that seconds ago he broke the bed with the same hand. “Look at me, only look at me.”
You look at him and fall back into the pleasure, having to orgasm instantly at the sight of him.
You wail for him, watching with blurry eyes as he orgasms as well.
His seed hits you in the deepest parts of you. He fucked you so sensitive that you can feel his thick vein pump it out of him. His knot trembles as it happens, bringing you to your blissed limits.
“Again.”
“Me too. If you- I- me too.”
His hips freeze as he is deep inside you. Your walls tighten and force his knot to stay inside you. He can’t move. It is happening to you as his seed drugs you, his knot does the rest. You can’t stop climaxing. It is finally happening.
Jungkook whimpers helplessly, dropping your legs and collapsing into you. Your limbs close around him, his own do the same with you. He is on top of you, but gravity forces him to fall to his side and take you with him. You are stuck together, shaking and flinching as your bodies are trapped in the most addicting state of being. You orgasm which sets him off, which sets you off and so on. You should know the drill, but it doesn’t get easier to bear. You drool and sob and moan, holding each other so close that you almost melt together.
Jungkook cries out as an especially strong high hits him, writhing helplessly which ends in your position changed. He is on his back, you serve as his warmest blanket. He hugs you so strongly, knotted cock shaking inside your tight walls. You drool all over his strong chest, feeling far away because you are so close to his scent glands. He smells like sex and ecstasy but also like safety.
It feels more intense than last time. This kind of knotting orgasm isn’t just sexual, it is also emotional. You want to be close and you are and it is ecstasy. There is enlightenment that what is happening to you only happens because you are with your true mate and this enlightenment makes the orgasms only this much more intense.
The sun is starting to rise once you and he finally come down. You are fucked raw and sore by now, crying into the crook of his neck.
“Holy fuck baby, urgh. I can’t do it again. I’m cramping”, he says, “sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m sore. Kook please I’m scared.”
“Don’t be, I’m here. Baby, my love. I can’t believe we did that”, he instantly falls into a love drunk, sappy state. He hugs you so tightly, feeling up your knotted pussy gently to soothe her.
“I don’t wanna be on top, please”, you beg, shivering.
“You’re safe, princess. I’m here”, Jungkook says and changes positions for you. Somehow in a mixture of his strength and your refusal to give up his knot, you and he end up in flipped positions. He is still inside you, keeping you bred and warm. All while he gives you warmth through his body, adoring you right with kisses all over your face and neck.
“I’m so proud. I’m so fucking proud. Holy fuck, I feel high. You did do well. Oh my pretty princess. My baby love”, he whispers between his loving kisses, hands caressing your sweaty, sore skin gently.
This is instinct as much as it is his heart’s desire. He wants to soothe you, adore you, bring you down gently after lifting you so fucking high. He isn’t aware of how important this is to you. You feel so vulnerable and emotionally sensitive. It would be the same thing if someone decided to start open heart surgery on your aware self. This is how vulnerable you feel and it is Jungkook who makes it okay. It is Jungkook who calms you down and reminds you that you are allowed to be sensitive because he is there to protect you.
“I can’t comprehend this. I feel high. Wow baby, wow. How do you feel?” he babbles.
“Vulnerable.”
“Oh baby, I know. I’m here. Your Kook is here”, he assures you, nuzzling his nose against your scent spot. He hopes that if he nuzzles it long enough, he can spread some of his relaxing scent on you.
It works. Of course it does because your bodies need no instructions to communicate. It is natural and right and makes you and him feel fuzzy.
You sigh. Jungkook smells the relief against your neck. He kisses a path to your face. Your glassy eyes await him, eagerly building connection once they can.
“Thank you”, you whisper.
“No, I have to thank you. This was the best bonding night ever.”
“No, thank you”, you insist, spilling tears
Jungkook wipes them, knowing that you want to tell him something.
“For what, princess?”
“For, for making me feel like this. I, I was never in heat like this. I didn’t know that I could and it makes me feel really vulnerable. But you’re so gentle with me and it’s so nice.”
His eyes soften. He whispers your name adoringly and kisses your forehead.
“I feel the same. This was my first rut ever. I didn’t think that it would be so intense.”
“Kook, I’m scared. I don’t know what this means.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” He kisses your nose, stubbing you with his own afterwards. “We can ask someone about it, but all I know for now is that I don’t wanna fucking stop having you close.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He kisses your lips, making your heart race and feel at home. He breaks the kiss gently, giving you the fondest and warmest smile ever.
“I’m so proud of you. You did so well, my princess baby.”
“Oh wow”, you get out, having to giggle.
Jungkook giggles with you, smiling as he steals a cheeky kiss. Afterwards he sits up. He is still connected with you by your middles, making you gasp and shiver.
“Sorry, I shifted. Are you okay?”
“Yes, oh god. What is happening to me? I feel so comfortable.”
Jungkook smiles, caressing your sides. He can’t stop looking at you. Your breasts are normal again, natural victims to gravity and so soft. They are still messy and wet from what happened before but nothing new leaves you. Your belly is bloated from his seed and covered in a layer of sweat. No wonder you sweat so much, you were burning up. Jungkook dances his palms over your bloated stomach, furrowing his brows in emotion.
“So alive”, he whispers.
“So alive”, you sigh, placing your hand over his’.
“___”, he says and meets yours eyes.
“Yes?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I didn’t get to say it as we were doing it because I was dumb in pleasure, but you are so beautiful.”
“You think so?”
“I do. I can’t believe that you’re real and, and that you allow me to see you naked. I just”, he exhales shakily. “I’m just so happy”, he chokes out, throwing his hand over his eyes to hide his tears.
“Kook, don’t cry”, you gasp and pull him down to you. He falls to his elbows, allowing you to hold his hands above your head.
He is pouting and sniffling. You give him a smile.
“Don’t cry.”
“They’re happy tears. We’re bonded, I’m so happy”, he says and smiles through his pretty tears.
Your smile grows, you squeeze his hands. He was right when he said that you and he will get to know each and that it will be nice. You can feel it. You are right for each other. You are so right.
You put your legs around him and push him deeper again.
“Oh”, he gasps, squeezing your hands, “wo-oah this felt really intense”, his voice quivers as he speaks.
“It does”, you agree, rolling your hips up.
Jungkook gasps, “what are you doing?”
“I want more of you.”
“Really? Baby, you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please. Be gentle. Please make love to me, Kook baby.”
Jungkook spills tears, whimpering your name. This is everything he ever wanted. He pulls out of your sensitive warmth to thrust into you.
Crack!
You and he scream in shock as the bed finally gives up completely and comes crashing down onto the ground. Jungkook keeps you safe with his arms around you and your head cradled against his chest.
You and he share a moment of shocked and disoriented silence before you break it.
“Oh my god”, you let out, breaking into loud, honest cackles. Jungkook looks at you, having to break into laughter as well.
“Did we just get cock blocked by the bed?”
“I think so. It might be my fault. I kinda broke it when I fucked you with my knot. Sorry.”
“Oh god, Kook.”
You laugh oh so loudly, throwing your head back for it.
Jungkook has to almost squeak as he laughs with you, heart bursting in his chest.
“This is so funny. Oh my god.”
“Yeah, it’s hilarious”, he agrees and goes in for a surprise kiss.
Your laugh cuts off, a gasp replaces it. Your eyes fall closed and your hands bury themselves in his soft hair. This kiss is emotional and it is deep. It has meaning. It is happy and filled with love. Jungkook lets you experience it to its fullest, ending it with a stub of his nose and a smile.
“I promise to fix it. I’ll add steel in the frame.”
“So you think we’ll break it again otherwise?”
“Yeah.” He laughs breathily, nodding his head. “If this is how it feels to be with you during stimulation induced heat, imagine how it will be once it’s your natural heat.”
You gulp, gazing at him dreamily. The rising sun shines on his face, making his skin glow golden.
“Koo, I think you need to heat proof this entire room”, you whisper, making him chuckle and nod his head.
“I will. I’ll make it safe and cozy. Shit baby, I can’t stop saying it. You’re so beautiful. The sun is shining on you and you’re so beautiful.”
You feel your cheeks heat up, looking at him shyly
“You’re beautiful too”, you whisper, making him blush.
“Wow, thanks”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose. He does a little shift to be closer to you. The bed croaks and punishes him for it by making the headboard drop. He catches it before it can fall on top of you
“Piece of shit bed.”
“Oh god”, you laugh “I think we need to take care of this mess first and then continue.”
“Yeah shit, I think you’re right. The bed’s out to get us.”
You laugh and snicker, kicking your feet happily. He chuckles and shoves the headboard to the side.
“Come on, let’s take a shower”, he says and picks you up.
You nuzzle into him, feeling beyond safe.
“Do you have snacks too? I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”
“Of course. You know what? First fact about me? I’m actually a really great cook.”
“You are?”
“Mhm, I’m also a total foodie. So if you wanna bribe me into snuggles, get me food and I’ll be the cuddliest boy ever.”
You snicker. It makes your heart flutter when he talks cute with you.
“Do you like food?” he asks.
“Yeah, I like food. It’s comfort.”
“Yeah, right. Do you like cooking together?”
“I never did it before.”
Jungkook holds you closer.
“Then I know what we’ll do. Shower and cook and I get to give you kisses. And later when you’re not sore anymore, I’ll make that gentle love to you. If you want me to.”
“Yeah, I want you to. This sounds so nice. Koo?”
“Yes, love?”
“It’s gonna be so easy for me to fall in love with you.”
“Wow, you. Urgh, you drive me crazy you”, he gets out through gritted teeth and presses you against the next best wall to attack your face and neck with tingling kisses.
You squeal his name, having to laugh in giddiness. It will not be the last time that you laugh because of him.
when renowned fuckboy jeon jeongguk catches feelings, he loses his mind. only when it comes to you, though.
⌗ repost. from the grande series.
pairing: fuckboy!jk x fem!reader
genre: fwb au, fwb to lovers
contents: small smutty moments (cunnilingus, fingering, some boob play), angst, fluff maybe idk, whipped and jelly koo, ft. namjoon!!!, oblivious oc, deep down she feels it too but jk is simply too much of a simp so it doesn't look like it at first, he's also so petty and sassy, jokes about ending it if oc doesn't give him a chance, bit of miscommunication i’d say, peep the lyrics from boyfriend hehe, happy ending!!!
word count: 17.5k
author’s note: this was definitely a lovieku nation favorite and i’m happy it’s back 🩷 hope you can love it just as much ❣️
Jeongguk was only supposed to clean you up. That’s what he calls it when his angelic face finds its place between your spread legs, sinful eyes locking with yours, paired with a smirk you can hardly ever survive.
After all, he’s a man of simple devices. Why bother fetching a towel when he can use his own mouth? When he can let his tongue lap at your juices, slurp every last trace, have an excuse to taste you again, and again, and again?
It’s barely even effective as a way to clean you up, of drying the slick mess that sticks to your inner thighs from cumming three times under his merciless doings — you both know that. Then, how does he expect you not to break a fourth when he runs his wet muscle so torturously along your slit, getting ever more soaked?
Jeongguk is not really trying to end the night. He’s drawing it out. He already had you unraveling in phases — first on his fingers, then all over his pillowy lips, ending with you convulsating just another time around his thick length.
It was rough, left purplish marks of his harsh hold digging into your sides, a faint trace of a forbidden hickey just under your collarbones, where you can easily hide it.
In all fairness, he couldn’t help it.
It was you who provoked him. You always do, getting under his skin, teasing him about his skills, downgrading them with playful indifference and nothing more than a meh, as Jeongguk rasps in your ear, clearly affected by your session of foreplay when asking, “Does this make you feel good?”
You’ll be sent straight to hell for lying like that, with seemingly no remorse, but you’re unable to resist the dangerous game and the familiar thrill that comes from it. Nothing compares to the dark wave that takes over his hooded eyes, his motions ever more intentional, almost overwhelming.
He moves to prove something to you, to show you there’s no one quite like him, even with all the guys in your phone, on your lips, inside your sheets.
Jeongguk is your fuckbuddy, and your friend on top of the rest. So, when he first laid his lips on yours, the bottom line plumper than his cupid’s bow, it had taken a great amount of alcohol to flow through both of your veins and blur the lines, let instinct take over.
From there, it was like you couldn’t help yourselves; the physical attraction was undeniable, it’s what brought you here in between the mess of his bed. If you ignore the silly crush you had on him during the first year of college, this was perfect.
Your fuckbuddy contract (Jeongguk hates calling you that, he prefers my friend who makes me cum a lot) includes a heavy emphasis on a no-strings-attached relationship, that can be interrupted whenever one of the two feels uncomfortable, and that should not come before your friendship. On top of all, you both are not exclusive. No commitment, no jealousy. You’re perfectly free of meeting other people, fucking other people. Unless you’re going to date one of those, of course. Then, bye-bye friend who makes me cum a lot.
These rules were established almost a year ago, after your hands couldn’t help themselves from roaming hastily all over his body, pulling him impossibly closer. It was the second time you allowed yourself to feel him, following the night when he initiated things under the clouded lights of a club. It was like a floodgate opened.
You couldn’t help it. You had been thinking of that moment for weeks now, and when you were left alone with him in his dorm room, pulse racing, it’s all your thoughts were reduced to. Kiss him, kiss him, fuck him.
You felt guilty. A friend shouldn’t be thinking of another friend like you were about Jeongguk. Especially after you promised yourself you wouldn’t let your buried crush resurface and ruin what you had built — even if the memory of that infatuation is honestly just laughable now (you would never think of dating him, pft).
But Jeongguk, ever the gentlest when it comes to you, assured you it was okay to feel as you did, because he felt it too. And was dying to touch you again. His words, not yours.
It’s only sexual. A casual, sexual relationship. Two friends who happen to find each other irresistible.
So when he reacts with a flash of competitiveness at the mere suggestion he might not be the best you’ve ever had, it’s… weird, the feeling that overcomes you. You acknowledge it for a split second, as if you’re searching to name that something inside you stirring, but before you can, it seems to make you fall apart immediately, your grip tighter, back arched, moans high-pitched.
He basks in his silent victory, in the factual demonstration that he in fact can’t be compared to all your other guys.
Except, there’s actually no other guys.
Back when this friends-with-benefits arrangement first started, you were occasionally fooling around with an older guy from campus named Mingyu. Jeongguk knew him, given that they’re in the same photography class. He was also aware of your casual fling with him. And yet, Jeongguk still kissed you. Actually, did so much more than just that.
Either way, the line has always been clear: he has no right to question who you spend time with and what you engage in, Jeongguk isn’t a saint either.
You love him, you truly do. With time, he has become one of your closest friends, and you honestly can’t see yourself getting through college without him.
But there’s no denying the fuckboy allegations, the ones that are constantly thrown at him all around campus. He is a fuckboy. It must be his easy charm, flirting as natural as breathing, tripping out his tongue with seemingly not much thought. At some point, the majority of the girls in your campus got to have their moment with Jeongguk, either because of mindless teasing or one night stands, occasionally turning into casual arrangements.
You have accepted it as part of who he is. You know his fuckboy habits haven’t magically changed when you two started fucking. He doesn’t really spend much time talking about it with you, occasionally mentioning his doings every now and then, but you don’t need to know; his friends and the people whispering in hallways and lecture halls fill in the blanks.
That is exactly why you’ve let Jeongguk believe that your sexual life is equally as busy, floods of boys from your inbox to your sheets, as if you aren’t too much of a hopeless romantic to even think of anything that isn’t exclusively monogamous.
But this isn’t the case. Jeongguk isn’t yours, you aren’t his. It’s just about sex, and you’ve accepted that. You don’t want anything more from him. You tell yourself the only reason you’re not seeing anyone else is that the idea of it makes you uneasy. That you’re more than satisfied with Jeongguk being your friend-turned-into-fuckbuddy, and you don’t need other ones.
Jeongguk is more than enough. Oh, he is.
“Fuck, Gguk. You’re gonna make me cum— Ah, shit— again.”
Your head is thrown back in his pillow, legs weakly tightening around his head nestled so close to your core, and it’s clear his goal has completely shifted from getting you clean and neat when the tip of his tongue moves to flicker on your sensitive nub, relentlessly abusing it with casual kissing and sucking.
He opens his mouth to take more of you, his wet muscle tracing your slit and teasing your entrance for — sadly — the shortest second, and the way he hums approvingly against you brings you even closer to the breaking point.
You’re a fragile mess, overstimulated from the previous orgasms but desperate to chase yet another climax, his hands roaming up to find your breast only spurring you further.
Jeongguk knows you by now, and is aware of all the subtle gestures that make you come undone under him. He knows just what to do to push you over the edge, and when to do it exactly.
You’re a sucker for dirty talk and praise, and occasionally, when the ideal situation comes, you love being degraded. It’s a side of you that only ever arises during sex, mind hazed and irrational, the delirious need for release clouding all your usually composed senses.
At first, he teased you for it. Not because he’s not as much of a fan as you are of talking during sex, but because he never pictured you to be the loud type. And you truly are.
Jeongguk pinches your nipples in hopes of you getting the message and lowering your volume, but it only makes you whine higher, your moans surely not going unnoticed by the other students in the dorm.
It can only be worse when he decides to speak against you, his voice a low, almost unintelligible growl, “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good. All mine, fuck. Want to taste your cum once again, c’mon babe. Give it to me.”
And you, always obliging and well-behaved, let go for a fourth time, hips furiously rutting against his face, his words making your surroundings spin, the way his nose brushes your sensitive nub having your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Your gasp is strained when he retreats with one last wet stripe between your puffy lips, sealing the orgasm with a kiss on your clit, and when he finds your face again there’s a cockish grin spreading across his, chin coated with your juices.
He immediately meets your mouth then, sharing your own taste, and you both moan shamelessly at the action.
Jeongguk collapses next to you, his body warm and relaxed, pulling you closer by your waist and almost making you straddle him with the force of his hold. He sighs into your hair, kissing the root of it, “You did amazing for me, pretty girl.”
A pleasant shiver runs down your spine at the praise and the pet name rolling off his tongue with ease. It’s ridiculous.
With your cheek pressed against his chest, you glance up at him through your lashes and a lazy smile threatens to take over your face, but your playful pout is more prominent, almost convincing, “I’m never letting you do that trick on me again. Next time, I’m just going to take a shower like a normal person.”
The laugh he lets out is rich and unguarded, his chest rumbling under your ear, and it makes you pull away with a mock glare, brows knitted together as you swat at his toned stomach, “Don’t laugh. I hated that.”
His dark eyes soften as they dance with amusement, the corners crinkling, and he hums, going along with your blatant lie from the way your lips struggle to contain a grin, “Oh, absolutely. You were screaming in horror, couldn’t stand it.”
“Whatever,” you mutter incoherently, standing up to escape from the inevitable loss. The slick and slight ache between your thighs reminds you of why you need that shower in the first place, causing you to awkwardly wobble your way to his bathroom.
Jeongguk watches you with a lopsided smirk, stretched out on the bed, his brown hair a messy halo on the pillow, and it completes the concept he goes perfectly with, the one of a devil dressed up as an angel, even more when his voice drips with faux desperation, “Hey, come back. I need my cuddles.”
“You’ll live,” you toss back before pulling the door shut behind you and stepping into the warm embrace of the shower. The hot water stings at first, then soothes you, sliding down your skin.
Jeongguk already knows the outcome of what he’s about to do isn’t going to turn in his favor, but he tries his luck regardless, standing up hastily and limply making his way to his bathroom door.
He only knocks twice, then puts on his best begging voice, talking loud enough to be heard over the shower, “Toots?”
“No!”
A scoff filters through the steamy air, followed by the unmistakable creak of the door handle as he steps inside. He’s relentless, voices his thoughts with the kind of logic only he would find convincing, “C’mon, we’ll save water!”
You stand with your back to him, his body wash traveling down your skin in soap bubbles, the scent filling the air, and you let your shoulders shrug. You don’t turn around. Number one, because you’ll give in. Number two, because you can hear the pout on his lips, and that’s the reason for number one.
You try your best to sound annoyed, “Jeongguk, just leave. You don’t even pay for it.”
“Our poor earth pays for it,” he quips, stepping further into the cramped space, body still bare, and that’s maybe a number three for you, “Because you wanna be so unfair to your best friend and leave him out in the cold.”
“You’re not my best friend.”
His gasp is dramatic, you even hear it echo through the tiny room, and you fight hard to contain the giggle locked inside you, but it escapes in the shape of a snort, which you quickly try to conceal by clearing your throat. You even further go with the lie, “You heard me.”
“Unbelievable. I’m kicking you out the second you’re done here,” he tries his best menacing tone, the threat barely harsh and effective, closing the door behind his back with an exaggerated thump, followed by unintelligible grumbling.
You take your sweet time in his now steamy bathroom. You shampoo twice, deliberately squeezing out a generous amount of his own fancy product in your palm, making sure the squeak of the bottle is heard through the door so he knows you’re helping yourself. His high-quality hair dryer blasts warm air over your damp hair until it’s only mildly wet. And you even rummage around his cabinet, indulging in his collection of expensive skincare creams. These little luxuries are exactly why you never pass a single occasion to shower over at his dorm room.
And the second you’re done in there, he doesn’t kick you out like he threatened. It takes a moment for him to move his attention from his phone to your figure, wrapped around in his fluffy robe, and he doesn’t even try to keep up the menacing act. Still spread on his ruined bed, his furrowed brows relax, and his lips break into a grin. He scans your face, then giggles, “You’ve got a massive pimple on your forehead.”
“Fuck you. I’m taking one of your hoodies.”
“It’s called borrowing,” even in the midst of checking out your freshly-washed naked body, now being stripped from his bathrobe, he’s still committed to the game of banter you two always play.
“It’s not if I’m not giving it back,” you counter, voice muffled by the fabric of one of his many black sweatshirts you’re already pulling over your head, quickly shuffling into your jeans, helping them up with some small hops that make him grin.
He doesn’t seem bothered by your comeback, too used to losing his own clothes to your closet; rather, he watches you move with what seems like hurry around his dimly lit room. He shifts higher, letting the sheets slip to reveal his still bare, and slightly sweaty torso, “Wanna hang out together at the party tomorrow?”
”Hmm, I’ll just see you there,” you don’t pay him much attention, using your phone camera as a mirror to wipe away any smudged mascara under your eyes. “I’ve already got a partner, actually.”
Jeongguk fully sits up now, vision a little blurry from the hasty and sudden movement, phone forgotten, “A partner?”
The way you casually let a smile tug at your lips while talking about a man is new, “Yeah. A guy from my English class asked me to go with him. He’s pretty cute.”
You’re too busy shoving your belongings in your bag and mentally cataloging every single item to notice the expression your best friend is currently sporting, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. Tank top, makeup, laptop… where the hell is— oh, here. Lip balm. What else?
Jeongguk thinks you’re forgetting something deathly important. A fucking explanation, maybe? He’s known you to occasionally fool around with random guys, but he thought it was just that. Occasional and random. When did it get to having a partner? That sounds silly. Or maybe a little too formal, a little too real. What the fuck does having a partner even entail?
You’re blissfully unaware of the stubborn storm taking over Jeongguk’s thoughts, especially because you’re not exactly sparing him a second glance, moving with single-minded focus, hurrying to leave. Because apparently it’s so bad to want to spend the night with your best friend. Share a bed, watch a movie, talk gossip (it’s been so long since you’ve updated him the way only you can about the latest campus stories, ugh). Amazing, yes, that’s totally fine with Jeongguk.
And he does manage to sound unbothered, “What’s his name?”
“Namjoon.”
Jeongguk focuses on your slim fingers slipping your lip balm into the front pocket of your bag, syllables leaving his lips in a slow mumble, “Ah, Namjoon. I know him, I guess.”
Fucking Kim Namjoon. Of course he knows him. 6 feet tall, polite, model student Kim Namjoon. Shit. Great choice. No, really, he’s the perfect catch.
“Hm? Well, I think he’s very nice. And hot as fuck.”
He grimaces, “Gross.”
“You’re one to talk,” pulling the hood over your head, you finally meet his eyes. You think his disappointment is only caused by your next words, “I should get going now.”
“What? You’re not staying over for dinner?” The way he looks up at you with doe, puppy-dog eyes almost makes you trip on your own resolution, but you only ruffle his hair from your stance next to his bed, hoping the small action is enough to satisfy your hunger. Not for dinner.
“Nah, sorry Gguk. Gotta get up early for English class.”
He scoffs, moving stubbornly from your soothing touch, “Sure. English class with Joohyuk.”
“…Namjoon.”
“Right, that’s what I said. Namsoon.”
You raise an eyebrow, half-laughing, “No, it’s Namjoon.”
“Namgi.”
“Namjoon.”
“Whatever, don’t care.” The words have barely any space to roll out through his pout, and along with his petty little slip-ups it’s the most childish act you’ve seen him pull so far. To be completely honest, he seems to break a new record every other day.
You fight the urge to roll your gaze at the ceiling, finding it impossible to deal with pouty, hungry and cuddle-starved Jeongguk. You sigh, muttering, “Insufferable.”
“You love me.”
“Sure,” rolling your eyes, you grant his cocky figure that little win, too tired to put up a fight, even if you almost rethink it when he confidently leans back against the pillows, smirking up at you. You decide to cut it short, it’s for the best, throwing your bag over your shoulder as well as one last look at him, before readying yourself for the walk of shame through his frat.
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Namjoon is, by all standards, the perfect guy. He’s genuine, smiles sweetly with his dimples showing and his eyes crinkling into crescents that make him seem both wise and youthful.
Careful, even protective over you, making sure you’re comfortable. With your drink, with your seat, with your conversation.
Almost too attentive, which should calm your nerves, but instead you feel yourself unable to fully let go. Open up to him like he’s doing with you, like you think you want to do.
You’re not sure. You can’t feel that mysterious spark everybody talks about. That spark Jeongguk admitted he’s never felt with anyone so far, no matter the number of girls he’s been with. The one he’s confessed he’s desperate to feel. The one you hope he can find.
Wait, why are you thinking about Jeongguk?
Said boy has yet to acknowledge you, standing across from you in the crowded living room of your mutual friend’s house. Each weekend, the same ritual brings you back here, whenever Taehyung’s parents head off for one of their rich-people, luxurious trips. The space is familiar, a backdrop to countless parties, all too often ending in someone’s drunken confessions and stolen kisses that’d become the talk of campus until the next party came around.
As tradition would want, with the clock ticking its way past midnight, you’d be drunk out of your mind already. Tonight, however, you’re not even sure you want to be here.
Namjoon is keeping close tabs on your drinks, monitoring each glass you reach for, and you know he means well; ordinarily, you’d find it sweet, endearing even. But it only seems to heighten your anxiety now. It just reminds you of how out of place this whole thing feels. You want to drown your awkwardness in a wave of liquid courage, and the irony isn’t lost on you: the very reason why you’re nervous is keeping you from numbing it.
Namjoon makes you way too aware of yourself. You wish your first proper hang out wasn’t at a filthy frat party, the blasting music causing you both to lean into each other to make conversation. The proximity makes your palms disgustingly clammy, and you hope he doesn’t reach for your hand.
You also think this isn’t the type of scenario that best suits Namjoon. You would have loved to be with him somewhere softer, with less noise and more light, talking over coffee instead of loud hip-hop, his poetic speech lulling you into infatuation. Maybe then, this would have gone like you had imagined it might. Like you wanted it to go, just to prove something to yourself. You’re still not sure what exactly.
But this house — this party — is a natural habitat for people like Jeongguk. It’s a playground he navigates with ease, his charisma amplified by the darkened rooms and faint cigarette smoke that seems to follow him, just like everyone around him. They exist solely to orbit his mood.
It’s as he saunters back inside after yet another smoke break that you spot him again, his focus entirely on whatever girl is currently at his side. With Namjoon leaving to grab a drink for the two of you to share, you take the short moment to be a shameless creep and study your friend’s movements from the other side of the room.
You can’t help but feel a sting of irritation. Jeongguk is fully aware you’re here. You’d texted him earlier, just something casual to say you’d arrived, maybe even expecting him to meet you or give you a quick wave. Instead, there’d been no reply.
Just like the TikToks you’d sent last night, after you told him you wouldn’t be staying over at his, that also went ignored. You didn’t think too much of it, figured it was probably one of his petty acts. You aren’t any better: it’s not like you’ll go up to him to say hi, not after he ignored you. Those videos were funny, too. He’s the one missing out.
But now, your eyes squinted to try and get the best possible view on each detail of the scene in front of you, what you notice is nothing about him and everything about who he’s currently spending the time he could have used to acknowledge you with.
It’s not just whatever girl. It’s Haeun. You haven’t seen them hanging out together in what feels like months, and frankly, you’re thrown. Maybe that’s also the reason why he suddenly had no time for you. You scoff.
You’re just confused, really. Jeongguk didn’t mention a thing about her, and it’s not like he’s ever kept his hookups or flings a secret. But Haeun was never just that. She was the one he seemed almost ready to get in his first serious relationship with, the one girl you thought could make him forget all about his usual habits.
When Jeongguk had first started hanging out with Haeun, he’d seemed uncharacteristically interested. You naturally found yourself rooting for him, hoping he’d take a leap and start something real after many failed attempts.
At that point, your casual arrangement with him had been going on for a while, but you knew it wasn’t built to last. You’d expected it to end sooner rather than later, and you were okay with that. You just wanted him to be happy with himself and his choices.
But on the night he was supposed to take Haeun out on a date, the one that could have changed everything, it’s like a magic vacuum turned on and sucked all his progress away. He’d shown up in front of your door instead. No explanations, no details about what had happened; he didn’t want to talk. He only wanted to be near you and sink into silence.
That night you laid next to him, his head on you, hair sprawled out on your stomach, and said absolutely nothing.
Since then, he hadn’t mentioned Haeun at all, and you’d assumed it was over. The right side of your brain was irrationally glad for that, greedily geeking at the prospect of still getting to keep Jeongguk close in ways that go over a simple friendship. In ways that have you thanking God for not taking your friend’s sex skills away from you; in ways that have your nose scrunching whenever he leaves small, delicate pecks on the side of your neck. If he had decided to go on that date, you would be denied all of this luxury.
The left side of your brain is a little less greedy, a little more rational. The half of your mind responsible for keeping some logic instilled in you even thought it might have been a good thing for Jeongguk to experience a different side of relationships.
You’ve always sensed there to be deeper reasons beneath Jeongguk’s carefree front. You’ve watched him jump from girl to girl, dip in and out of flings with seemingly no thought, as if he’s not trying to bury issues he should find a different answer for, to avoid whatever insecurities he’s run too far away from to face.
He’s never had to spell it out for you. You never pressed him on the topic either. And you think he’s grateful for it, for simply staying and understanding. You wish you could give him more than that small comfort. Wonder if you should try your luck and push him to see that he does deserve something real — more than the distractions he uses to keep his fears at bay.
Jeongguk would make an incredible boyfriend. It’s easy to imagine him being the kind of partner who’d cater to his girl’s needs effortlessly, even in quiet, even if hidden. When he’ll find the one, it’ll be clear it’s all he was made for.
Right now though, if anyone were to ask you that, you’d advise them to just go and look for another one, because he’s a little, lying piece of shit. You’re just a tad bit upset about it, if your crossed arms and furrowed brows are anything to go by.
You don’t understand why he’s now there, standing next to the girl he himself stood up. Leaning in close as if nothing had ever happened. Why couldn’t he tell you, at least give you a heads-up if he was reconnecting with her? You know it shouldn’t bother you as much as it does, but the fact that he’s hiding it stings. Are you overthinking this?
When he lifts his head from her ear and scans the room, his eyes landing right on yours for a brief second just to look away, you don’t think you are. His attention shifts back to Haeun as if he hadn’t seen you at all. What the fuck?
You question what’s the point of having eyes to see when you are now forced to witness Jeongguk leaving the room with Haeun hanging her draggy weight on his arm, his smile cockish as he helps her up by her waist, fingers digging dangerously close to the curve of her perfectly shaped peach.
The prospect of your best friend getting laid by the girl he was almost ready to change it all for should make you happy. Smile, at least.
Instead, you frown, mindlessly taking long sips from the straw in your glass and letting it stir your too watered-down cocktail that lacks any real flavor. You don’t even try to find answers as to how another drink landed right on the counter you rest your back on, but you’re glad for it.
You’re more upset at the fact that he decided not to tell you anything. You would have helped him through it, supported him, advised him on what to do, how to move in such a situation. But even if he didn’t need any of this, you would have appreciated just knowing. From him.
The ways in which the two of you are intertwined right at this moment don’t exactly allow him to completely leave you unaware of his actions. It’s not fair.
But then, are you even supposed to feel like this in the first place? Is only sex supposed to have this impact on you? Is even the smallest cell in his brain producing a thought that might take him back to you, and could it compare to a third of what you think and feel? Are you nothing too different nor special from all the choice he has laid at his feet, nothing out of the usual routine?
A gentle hand on your arm jolts you out of your thoughts. The touch is delicate, but the way it pulls you from your spiral is rough, making you stumble on the already wobbly stool you’re sitting on. When you look to your side, Namjoon meets you with a warm smile.
You hadn’t even noticed him being back next to you, and you figure that’s probably how that drink found its way in your hands. You’re a deer caught in headlights as you look at him, then down at the almost empty glass, then back at the boy. Your eyes widen impossibly more, and you struggle with finding a louder volume to your voice, almost fading with the music, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to finish this all by myself.”
You remember him saying he’d get a drink for the two of you to share, before leaving you with your haunting thoughts. He just laughs in a way that should soothe your nerves, but it doesn’t, “It’s okay. You look like you needed it. I’m getting another one for me and catching up with some of my friends over there. I’ll be back in a bit, alright?”
“Yeah, totally. No problem,” your words roll out your tongue in a slurred hurry, face already turning to the opposite side of the room, and you’re not even sure what you’re agreeing on. You just feel Namjoon slip away from the seat next to yours again.
The brief interaction was enough for Jeongguk to have time to completely disappear from your strict observing, and just like the boy who should have had your undivided attention tonight, he equally slips away. From your vision, from the party. And from you. He’s with Haeun now, after all. And you’re alone.
Being truthful, Jeongguk is once again slipping away from his problems only. He doesn’t know how he ended up with Haeun by his side, but when he found your big, confused eyes in the midst of what should have been his escape for the night, he thinks he could name a few reasons.
It’s suffocating, the grip you have on him. He can almost feel one of your slim, delicate hands around his throat. He’s a dirty little sadist, of course he enjoys the pain. But he shouldn’t, so he runs from it until his back hits the wall, and the hold only gets tighter.
There’s nothing to do but face the truth. And you’re in front of him, eyes lost and inviting him to tell you. What should be easy for him to say, what he owes you. But the words get stuck in his throat, right where you’re pressing, and he feels like he might stop breathing.
He could die like this, with your narrowed orbs pitying him, and he badly wishes you would call him a coward. The hold is just enough to hurt him, not to make him lose his senses; if anything, it only makes his head spin around the one thought he wants to avoid. You.
With the quickest distraction he could get his hands on, he keeps adding to it: Haeun clinging to his side, he steps out the packed room to light the nth cigarette, the smoke clouding his vision and making your image fade from behind his eyelids. You release your hand from him and disappear. He almost whines. He misses you already. But the faint ache is a reminder.
Instead, in front of him is the only girl he should have truly avoided. Haeun is another reminder. Not because she looks similar to you, you’re way prettier. You’re beautiful.
No, it’s just because he remembers Haeun being his first victim, using her to bury something stronger growing inside him. But it didn’t work then, and it doesn’t work now.
She’s the only girl he tried his luck with to avoid his now unavoidable feelings for you. Then, he physically couldn’t touch another woman beside you. So he started flirting with more cigarettes and alcohol. Maybe some joints then and there.
Jeongguk would love to know why he prefers destroying himself rather than just be the confident man he lets everyone else think he is, go up to you and be honest, like you make it so easy for him to be. The fact that it almost slipped out of him more than a couple times scares him.
It shouldn’t. He wants to fall into that soothing caress, but could he even handle the possibility of you simply, and rightfully if you deemed it the correct choice, rejecting him?
The answer is no. He can’t afford losing your touch on him, your lashes fluttering when you look up at him, your fingers tracing secret maps on his back. He wonders if you’re outlining the safest ways for him to escape from the maze he himself created, of which he forgot the exit to.
With Haeun pressing herself to his side, he thinks he’d rather stay trapped there at this point. A maze built by lies, letting you believe he’s fucking other girls on the side when he feels sickened just by the thought of it, his hand now coming up to push the girl back to a safe distance. Built by insecurities, preferring having you think that you’re simply one of the many he has when he firmly believes you’re the only one that the universe has especially assigned him to.
It’s making him lose his mind, while you live unaware, free from the truth. He’s sure in the stretch that went from yesterday, when you told him about your fucking partner, and tonight, seeing you so close to said partner’s face, your dress custom made by the hands of every angel populating heaven, Jeongguk developed some kind of clinical illness. The flame of jealousy in his toned tummy has eaten him whole.
And he feels slightly ashamed of himself knowing this is how he found himself circling back to his first poor attempt at running away from you, in the form of a short girl, her eyes now questioning him just like yours had done earlier. Haeun furrows her brows, “Are you seriously doing this again?”
Jeongguk sighs, glancing away to take a long drag from his cigarette that fills his lungs and almost aches. He avoids the eye contact that would be needed for a conversation like the one he’s forced to have — one that wouldn’t have occured in the first place if he could just be a normal person — instead he looks back to the room through the glass doors, “I’m sorry, Hae. I— I can’t do this—“
“Yo, Gguk. You need to come with me now. ___ is throwing up in the bathroom.”
It’s Taehyung sliding the glass door open with more force than what he usually puts, and right now nobody would tell he’s the same one always advising his friends to be delicate with it. The look on his face is panicked and it quickly reflects in Jeongguk’s eyes, flickering between his friend and Haeun.
Next, his reflexes are quicker. He steps inside the house, skipping past Taehyung and the flood of college students dancing their Friday away to Usher and seemingly not caring about the urgency written all over his expression.
He makes it to the bathroom where people have started to crowd around as if lining up to an unmissable show, and he doesn’t care if his pushes are too rough as he makes his way through.
You’re quite literally hugging the toilet, your face one with the lid as a few girls try and help you with your hair. The moment they see Jeongguk, it’s like they know he’s the one that you need, that he’s finally here and you’re in good hands. He shoots them a quick nod as they step aside and then, he’s immediately crouching next to you, gently gathering your long locks into his fist.
He moves some stray strands behind your ears while you keep letting it all out, and as much as his broad back is enough to hide you from watchful eyes, he can still hear murmurs from onlookers.
It’s as Jeongguk is debating whether he should cuss them out or keep his attention on you that Taehyung comes to promptly clear the crowd, closing the bathroom door behind him only after making sure his friend doesn’t need any more help.
Jeongguk appreciates the gesture, knowing how overwhelmed you can get in these scenarios with too many people around. Although, no matter how calm he appears for your sake, his heart races even as you seem to settle and sit on the tiled floor, your back resting against the cool wall.
You gulp down a few times, squeezing your eyes to try and ground yourself, the way you can feel Jeongguk’s hand hold the side of your leg, his thumb delicately brushing the inside of your thigh, definitely helping.
“Toots,” he whispers, face close to your own, “Hey, doll. You’re okay now, hm? What happened?” His voice is low, slow, almost scared of flowing past his lips.
When you open your eyes he’s directly in front of you, squatting down to stay on your level, and his brows are drawn high in worry.
You sniff, your voice still rough from the scratching on your throat, “Fucking— Jimin. I met him in the kitchen and we mixed too much shit together—“
“Weren’t you with Kim Namjoon?” Jeongguk interrupts you, both his tone and the way his eyebrows now dip inquisitive.
You shrug, looking down at your fingers fidgeting, “Dunno. Why the fuck am I still not sober,” the way you tone the question doesn’t make it sound like one, and you end up giggling at yourself, hiccuping in the process.
Jeongguk sighs, unconsciously tightening his hold around your leg, his fingers digging and making you whimper subtly. He notices, soothing the skin only to take both his hands to scoop you up by your armpits, lifting both your bodies on your feet.
You yelp, throwing your weight on him with another one of your senseless chuckles, looking up at his bothered face through your lashes. He straightens your posture with wide palms on your waist, throwing one of your arms around his shoulders and causing you to step out of the small room on your tiptoes. He grumbles, “I’m taking you back to the dorm now. And we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“Talk about what?”
“Namjoon.”
You stay quiet as the both of you, your body snug against his, walk through the party and out the house to reach Jeongguk’s car. Your thoughts are sluggish, failing to grasp why he’d even want to talk about Namjoon. Isn’t he just a nice guy? You’re more concerned with Jeongguk’s seemingly irked tone and the distressed way his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.
A soft, involuntary whine escapes you when you think you might be the reason for that, shuffling yourself closer into his warmth, but the contact is brief as he gently settles you into the passenger seat and clicks the belt, then he closes your door and circles the car to the driver’s side.
Awkward. The only sound that can be heard is the soft hum of the engine, beside the fuzzy buzz in your ears. You feel laughter bubbling up in your chest but you hold it there, turning to study Jeongguk’s side profile. Inhaling, you start, “Can you— can I put on—”
“No.”
Your smile falters, “What? C’mon, give me the aux.”
“The last thing I want right now is to listen to those songs.”
Any previous tipsy instinct that made you want to laugh at the situation fade with his words and the way his grip on the steering wheel says more than what he’s letting on. You’re hazy, but his clenched jaw and laser focus on the road make you sit up straighter, adjusting your slouched posture and the skirt of your dress with it, pulling it further down your thighs.
The tension coming off him feels heavy, and you sound defeated when you whisper, “Are you mad at me?”
He brakes a little too hard at the red light, and you both lurch slightly forward. Jeongguk seems to realize just now that he’s unfairly taking his anger out on you, and the way you let out the question in the smallest voice makes his heart speed up, turning to you with apprehension, “No, toots. No, why would I be? I’m mad at that fucker.”
“He was just talking with some of his—”
“He left you alone. He was supposed to take care of you. Not let you get fucking wasted.”
Jeongguk sounds final, his tone allowing no more condoning nor excuses for the tall guy now left behind you, back at the party. But you don’t seem to focus too much on the meaning of his words, rather you bask in the consequences of them. He’s not upset with you!
That spurs you to contradict him further, this time on the accusation he threw at you, but it’s less than credible when you say it through a sheepish smile that unconsciously made its way on your lips at the protective edge to his tone, “I’m not fucking wasted.”
Jeongguk only sighs, but you can see him visibly relax, shoulders going down and leaning against the back of his seat, right hand coming to pat your bare knee with a small smile on his pierced lips.
You share a look that fully sobers you up only to get you high all over again off his doe eyes, the artificial lights dotting a universe of their own in those orbs, undiscovered galaxies and planets inviting you to move there, even with no water, no oxygen, no way of surviving.
When the soft hue of the red light reflecting on the side of your face morphs to green, he moves his attention back on the road, taking his hand with it to shift gears. Then, he concedes, “Put on the playlist.”
You blink, a little taken aback by his sudden shift in mood, but just as quickly you recover. Your brain seems to be able to focus on one thing at a time either way, so you don’t ponder on your insides collectively moving at the way he looked at you and instead reach for the aux cord, fingers tapping on your phone screen absentmindedly, with a conscience of their own.
Music interrupts the quiet, and you can’t help but join, “The night we met I knew I, needed you so. And if I had the chance I’d, never let you go. Sing with me!”
Jeongguk breaks into a grin, no matter how much he fights it, “You’re so fucking wasted.”
“So won’t you say you love me? I’ll make you so proud of me. We’ll make ‘em turn their heads every place we go, so won’t you please,” Be My Baby by The Ronettes fills the previous silent tension, which you seemingly already forgot everything about, using Jeongguk’s free hand as your own personal microphone, folding it in a fist between your palms.
Jeongguk would never say it out loud, especially now, after he only pretended he had to be begged to put it on, that he’s actually grown attached to this playlist. Started as a little mishap and turned into something that got under his skin, much like you have.
Its creation came about from a comically embarrassing moment that gave you ammunition to tease him for weeks. Although, he’s glad for it when he reflects deep enough.
He still doesn’t know how you managed to slip so sneakily into his dorm that evening, but what’s sure is that he wasn’t expecting you, taking the time of his life in his bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Simply following his usual routine, one that you wouldn’t have exactly considered usual since you only ever knew him as an avid Drake listener, he hummed along to Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love flowing softly from his phone speaker.
It wasn’t just that, of course, because then he started styling his wet hair and fully got into character. If Elvis’ soul was by any chance watching over the scene, you’d hoped he’d agree with you that Jeongguk was truly giving Austin Butler a run for his money.
The private show sadly ended when he caught sight of you in the foggy glass, your lips sealed shut to try and hold your delighted laughter, but it got ripped out of you in the form of an obnoxious snort the moment his eyes went wide in horror and his face crimson in shame.
It was hell for a few weeks after that. You didn’t let him off so easily, teasing him for being a softie under all the layers of his tough fuckboy image that only ever seemed to handle trappy beats.
When you jokingly suggested he might as well get fully into the act and start calling you toots or something, he didn’t back down from the tease, scoffing at you with narrowed eyes. Somewhere along the way, the dry, sardonic tone with which he first used that pet name on you stuck, and it became less of a joke, more of an endearing way to refer to you, and only you.
Before either of you could second-guess it, the playlist was born, with Jeongguk suggesting songs from his secret stash and you contributing the ones you grew up on. No matter how much Jeongguk pretends he hates it to save what’s left of his bad boy reputation, he really doesn’t. Not even a little bit. Even the way he rolls his eyes and groans isn’t enough to hide the spark in his eyes when you sing along.
He feels worse than a pubescent teenager when he lets his guard slip to hear you hum words he can only imagine are just for him, meant in the way he wants. You swing side by side and smile up at him with dimples digging long slits into your cheeks, and he has to act as if it makes him feel completely normal and not like he’s going to crash his car any second.
Your eyes are on the road, but Jeongguk’s linger on you, his fingers unconsciously tapping the steering wheel to the tune.
“I’d save every day like a treasure, and then, again, I would spend them with you.”
Jeongguk purposefully veers off onto streets he doesn’t need to take, buying himself a few extra minutes with you, but you don’t notice and he pretends to not know either. Would never admit it’s because he wants to hear you sing a little more, and that this ongoing joke between the two of you might be his favorite thing in the whole world.
“But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them. Hold on, this one’s a little lower. I’ll find my note, wait,” you’re mostly talking to yourself, cheek pressed to the cool glass of the window, but you glance at Jeongguk as if seeking for approval, clearing your throat, “I’ve looked around enough to know that you’re the one I want to go through time with.”
Just as Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce fades out, Jeongguk pulls into the campus parking lot, turning the engine off and cutting the music with it. None of you move right away, accepting the stillness in the car.
You don’t accept the silence, though, letting your mind speak a thought that has been nagging at you, “Can you fuck me here? Right now?”
The way you voice the request would make anybody who didn’t understand English think you’d just asked for something as mundane as a glass of water, your eyes unfaltering, a small smile on your waiting lips, voice barely slicing through the quiet. It’s almost as if you don’t know it’s the kind of thing that could derail Jeongguk’s entire thought process.
Jeongguk lightly chokes on his own breath, giving a few coughs before turning to you, his tattooed hand messing his hair further, “Jesus Christ, ___. You know I can’t.”
You tilt your head, considering him, as if this is a serious debate rather than drunken rambling, “Why not?”
Jeongguk can only sigh. He takes in your disheveled state and notices the way your exposed skin prickles with the cold, reaching for the leather jacket he carelessly threw on the backseats before heading to the party, having had no idea you’d be the one wearing it by the end of the night.
He wraps it gently around your shoulders, moving sticky, stray strands of hair from your face, “You’re so drunk. Look at you.”
“I told you I’m not,” you protest weakly, but your confidence falters when his fingers ghost over your face.
“There’s vomit in your hair,” he shuts you bluntly, tone softer than the honest words.
“Oh,” your stubbornness doesn’t work this time, and you’re mortified as you glance down at your lap, where his fingers fall to mindlessly play with the zip of his bomber jacket, brushing your tummy in the process. Your voice doesn’t sound so sure now, especially when each subtle graze sends small shocks through you, “That’s disgusting.”
The soft chuckle he lets out has you stealing a look upward, and when you catch his expression your slowed down brain can only come to the conclusion that maybe he doesn’t find you all that disgusting: he sports a rare, wide curve of his bunny smile, eyes crinkling when that same fondness finds its way onto your lips. You can’t help what they do next, a mind of their own as you rest them on his own mouth, the tip of his nose tickling your cheek.
It’s the faintest of pecks, and it’s delicate, brushing, over far too soon. You’re the one to pull back first, “That was probably disgusting too.”
As you rest your back on the seat again, his eyes are still closed, and they flutter open as slowly as a smile stretches on his mouth when he meets you. You’re giving him a look he doesn’t deserve, one he shouldn’t lean into.
His voice is a whisper, and it fans over your face, still close to his, “Not at all.”
Gleaming eyes scan every angle of you, as if trying to find anything that’ll hold him back from what he really wants to do. But, of course, his need only grows when he lets his gaze wander down, then up again.
He glances to the side with a gulp, moving his body back to reach for the car door handle, “You think you can walk or should I carry you?”
“Carry me, please,” you mumble, not even pondering on the first option, and the moment the sound leaves your lips he’s out and reaching for your side, opening your door and scooping you up like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
The walk to his dorm is a blur, with you dozing off in his warmth and being lulled by the hums escaping him and reverberating through his chest, melodies of the earlier songs playing against your ear.
You regain awareness when a splash of warm water cascades over your now naked body, the sensation startling enough to make your lashes flutter against your damp cheeks. You’re still too disoriented to process the tenderness with which Jeongguk’s hand moves, brushing through your soaked strands of hair and moving them from where they flattened on your face, combing through the sticky locks.
With half-open eyes, you’re met with the sight of him in front of you, standing close enough without needing to step into the small space with you, his brows furrowed as he works the shampoo through your hair. It’s a soothing, slow motion, the one he massages your scalp with, and it only melts you further into sweet slumber.
If it weren’t for one of his hands resting tightly on your hip, grounding you as the scent of the shampoo mingles with the steam curling around you, you would have gladly swayed into his palm, letting your weak body fall into his strong one.
You sniff, leaning into his care, voice small and oddly sincere, “I’m sorry for,” hiccup, “taking you away from Haeun. You two seem close again.”
Jeongguk stills for a moment, his fingers pausing in your hair before resuming their soft motions. He pretends he didn’t hear, and you pretend you never talked in the first place when he guides you to steady yourself as your knees wobble, “Hey, stand still. You’ll get shampoo in your eyes. Close them.”
You obey, letting your eyelids drop shut as you feel his hand gently tilt your head under the spray, his touch as tender as the words he isn’t saying.
If you weren’t a victim of both sleepiness and alcohol at this very moment, your thoughts would be racing each other like eager contenders in the Overthinker Marathon, each one fighting tooth and nail for the gold medal. They’d be dissecting every little detail of the night — the way Jeongguk had ignored you, his lingering hand on Haeun’s waist, only to be there the second you needed him, the girl from earlier not even worth mentioning.
Instead, your every thinking cell has taken a rare vacation, lounging together on a green field, clinking glasses filled with leftover cocktails from earlier, lazily watching clouds drift by.
Although there’s one cell in particular, too tipsy to sit still. It hops around gleefully, urging your lips to move before the Thinking Cell General can intervene. The way it jumps up and down, up and down, makes you giggle as you blurt out, “I don’t know if it’s the water, but I’m very wet.”
The silence that follows is thick, punctuated only by the sound of water cascading down your back. Jeongguk freezes as if the words have physically reached out and yanked him into stunned stillness. He can only let his throat bob in a visible swallow and look away, warning you in a strained mutter, “___. This is your last warning. Stop teasing me.”
You whine, pathetically wiggling your weak and pliant body in his hold to seek for some kind of reaction, but he doesn’t budge. He’s uncharacteristically focused on his tasks, ensuring every trace of shampoo rinses from your hair, rather than your hardened nipples bouncing with your stubborn movements.
But you recognise the way his jaw clenches so tight it must hurt, how he refuses to let his gaze wander lower where the steam of water outlines your form. His restraint is razor-thin, yet he holds it tightly, breathing only slightly uneven.
You’re not deterred by his warning; you never are. It’s the tiny cracks in his resolve that keep you pressing forward, voice laced with a vulnerability that makes his hand twitch against your scalp, “Just… I just need your fingers. Please.”
Jeongguk exhales sharply through his nose, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he angles the spray to wash the last suds away, hyper-focused on the task as though it’s more interesting than what you’re trying to shift his attention to.
But you’re persistent. You reach behind you, fingers messily finding the knob to twist the water off, and with the spray halting you’re left only with the hum of the bathroom fan and the faint drip of water.
Your other hand finds his, guiding his wide palm to rest on your lower stomach, just above where your want is written in every inch of your body. You whisper, plead clear in your tone, ”You know I want this. Won’t ever regret it. I’m conscious enough to be sure of that.”
Jeongguk huffs, his chest rising and falling as he stares down at you, fingers flexing slightly against your skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply as if accepting defeat. He can’t win this battle.
The brown-haired boy steps into the shower, the small space shrinking even further with the addition of his broader frame, forcing you to back up against the wall. Fully dressed, water clings to his fabric, and the contrast of his damp clothes against your bare, exposed skin makes you irrationally wetter.
Jeongguk keeps silent, and at this point you don’t care how desperate you look, pushing yourself against him and getting his clothes wetter in the process. It pushes him to initiate a torturous path along your skin, using his middle finger to trace a journey from your chest, savoring the way your breath hitches, down to your warm core.
The droplets of water he collects on the way are used to spread your puffy lips and press right on your sensitive nub, making you gasp. You’re a trembling mess from the simple motion, and he has to use his free hand to steady you against the wall.
Your breasts aren’t left without being taken care of, because the moment he begins circling motions on your clit that have you seeing stars, he lowers his head to envelop one of your tits in his ravenous mouth, teeth teasing it punitively, all while looking up at you with sliced, sinful eyes.
He’s greedy, and you can’t believe he managed to hide it so well until now. But his resolve crumbles the more he revels in the way you fall apart for him, and he loses control on your chest. The sensation is sharp, delicious, and the contrast between the harshness of his bite and the softness of his tongue has you whimpering.
You’re ashamedly aware of how close you already are, his digits picking a fast speed that urges you to let go and coat him in your juices. He knows, simply from the way you let your mouth fall agape and release loud moans in the steamy air, pushing your nipples further in his swollen lips.
When he inserts one finger in your warm hole, you jolt in his secure hold, eyebrows shot upwards in the shock of your sudden orgasm, one that hits you all too harshly. It drags on deliciously, Jeongguk never wanting it to end, the slurping sound of his sucking on your tits making your surrounding spin, along with his thumb accompanying the way his single digits thrusts into you.
He only stops when you unconsciously run from his doings, slim hand wrapping weakly around his wrist, and he retreats with one last wet stripe along the curve of your boob, promptly collecting your taste from his fingers, and he thoroughly hums around them, eyes closed and cheeks hollowed.
You think you could come again from the sight alone. Panting, you smile through your ragged breaths, “Fuck. Thanks.”
Five minutes later, no one would bet you’re the same girl that begged him for his fingers and came in record time around them. Now, you sit serenely on the closed toilet lid, wrapped up in Jeongguk’s warmest hoodie. The oversized fabric swallows your frame, knees tucked under it as you hug them close to your chest. You look as innocent as ever.
Jeongguk stands in front of you, meticulously brushing through your damp hair with practiced gentleness. You rest your chin lazily on your folded arms, eyes closed, the edges of sleep blurring your thoughts.
You let out a contented sigh before murmuring, words unfiltered and so sincere, “You’d make the perfect boyfriend. You always take care of me.”
The motions of the brush stop for a fraction of a second before resuming, and what you hear next is Jeongguk’s throat clearing, his voice low and almost shaky, “That sounds so very wrong, toots.”
“What do you mean?” You don’t open your eyes as you ask the question, the warmth of his presence and the excuse of the last traces of alcohol still flowing in your tired body making you bolder than usual.
“You want me to be your boyfriend?”
“In another life, maybe. Yes,” you don’t waste time replying, words carrying a dreamy quality, “I mean, would be cool.”
“Cool?” He chuckles, but it’s the kind that makes his voice strained with an edge of desperation, “God, I don’t even know why I’m still putting up with you.”
You only nuzzle further into the borrowed hoodie, giving voice to your next thought, your thinking cells now hosting a 60s themed party, “Be my, be my baby. My one and only baby.”
The sound of your singing fades under the whirring roar of the hairdryer, and Jeongguk is thankful for the way it drowns your sweet hums completely, fearing if he hears another one of those tipsy love lyrics leaving your lips he might drop to his knees, undone by something he knows he can’t claim.
You rest your head against his stomach, full weight leaning on his standing figure, his long digits pulling through your strands. If you’d look up at your friend for even one fleeting second, you’d probably laugh at the concentration on his expression, his only goal drying your hair enough to not have you waking up with a headache the following day.
You sniffle and snuggle impossibly closer to him, the heat radiating from his tummy and the white noise lulling you further into drowsiness.
When your phone pings on the bathroom counter, the sudden buzz makes you jolt slightly. You lift your head sluggishly and gesture toward the device, mouthing up to Jeongguk, “Pass it.”
He hands it to you without turning off the hairdryer, keeping an eye on your sleepy movements. You blink at the bright light for a moment before your expression shifts, eyes widening.
You’re completely jolted awake at the only notification on your home screen: it's Namjoon.
You tap Jeongguk’s stomach with the heel of your hand — softly at first, then with increasing urgency. The repeated motion forces him to stop the device and place it on the counter as he looks down at you, trying to peek at the screen, “What?”
You hiccup and sniff before blurting out, “Namjoon. He texted me”
The boy that was just now carefully drying your hair scoffs, arms crossed over his chest, “What does that asshole want?”
The response to the rhetorical question doesn’t come, either because you decide to ignore it purposefully or unconsciously: you look totally engulfed by the words on your otherwise empty chat with Namjoon, and Jeongguk can’t help but subtly lean his body lower to read the same texts you’re going through.
Kim Namjoon [4:26 a.m.]: Hey. Sorry for texting late, I heard from someone you threw up back at the party. I’m so sorry. I completely lost sight of you in that mess. Are you feeling any better? Very sorry again.
Kim Namjoon [4:27 a.m.]: It’s totally okay if you don’t want to hear from me again. But I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to make it up to you.
Kim Namjoon [4:27 a.m.]: I’d really like to take you out on a date. Would you let me?
Jeongguk kisses his teeth irkedly, “Why the fuck does he text like Prince William? Fucking English major,” and he truly tried his best to sound unaffected, but the words leave his mouth before he even knows he’s thinking of them.
Luckily, you don’t seem to notice, reading the message aloud like you can’t quite believe it yourself, “He said he’d like to go on a date with me. Like, he asked me on a date. And said he would like it. To go on a date—”
“Yes, we got it.”
“He doesn’t hate me, Gguk!” Once again, his petty comments go unnoticed as your face lights up, eyes crinkling with joy as you practically beam up at him.
Jeongguk wants to be annoyed, but he simply can’t when he’s met with all the stars in the universe right in your glossy, tired eyes. He swallows hard and forces a soft chuckle, “No, he doesn’t, toots. Anyone would be crazy to hate you.”
The grin on your lips only widens, nose scrunching adorably as you let your cheek sheepishly brush against your shoulder, “Oh my god, Gguk. I’m going on a date with him! Heh.”
“That’s nice,” he says, picking up the hairdryer again before your words can settle too heavily in the space between you. “I’m not finished with your hair, though. Stay still.”
The device roars to life once more, its noise filling the room and covering your excited giggles. Jeongguk keeps brushing through your hair with steady motions, his face impassive, but he feels something tighten, heavy and unyielding in his chest.
He tells himself the noise is a blessing, a shield from the silence he wouldn’t know how else to fill — or from the sound of his own voice, betraying him in ways he can’t afford.
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“I’ll miss the sex when Namjoon will ask me to be his girlfriend.”
In the quiet of the library, your sudden whisper startles Jeongguk. The chair screeches under him and it gains the both of you a few annoyed looks. He nods in apology at their way, moving closer to the table again, and he has to blink a few times before he can even meet your eyes. The scattered pens all over the white surface looked more interesting either way.
“When he— his— what?” He feels pathetic for being unable to even form a senseful sentence, but there’s no absolute way he blames his brain for that. It’s his heart, stuttering along with the barely intelligible question.
It cracks at the middle the more your grin splits your face in half, and he may be a horrible friend but he can’t bring himself to return your irony, nor the masked excitement under it.
If he were handed pen and paper and asked to write about how he feels right at this moment, he wouldn’t put down a single thing. Not because there isn’t anything to say. He fears your innocent teasing has done something catastrophic, snapping that one damned string that connected his brain to his heart, and the two aren’t communicating. Jeongguk is in the middle of two angered parents, fighting and on the brink of divorce. That’s what he gets for being a total pussy.
You shrug, frowning slightly when all you’re faced with is his blank expression, eyes unresponsive and detachedly looking elsewhere, but you keep yours on him, studying even the small movements, “I mean, he’s a nice guy. I think he’s serious about getting to know me.”
The word serious causes an involuntary twitch of his head, tilting almost imperceptibly to the side, and he sounds way too defensive, “And are you?”
Furrowing your eyebrows subtly, you return to your previous mindless doodling, keeping your voice low, “Well, he’s cute. Let’s see where this thing goes.”
“What about me?”
The question catches the both of you off guard. Your pencil halts as you glance at him through the corner of your eye, and even if you can’t see him clearly, the way his black orbs widen is almost comical that you would laugh in any other situation. But now, the air is oddly tense and it makes your nose scrunch in awkwardness.
He breaks it with a chuckle, a subtle tremor in it that luckily goes unnoticed by you but that will probably keep him up at night for the next five years, and he lightly shoves your shoulder in an effort at feigning ease, “You really wanna pass on this dick?”
“God, you’re gross,” the annoyed roll of your eyes has Jeongguk releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
The second you return to weightless banter, he’s back in his element. He can smirk, tease and deflect — these are tools he’s mastered over the months. But the thought of stripping naked for your eyes to see, and not in the sexual way you two engage in almost every night, terrifies him.
The waters are safe for what seems a fraction of a second before you pull him down in the deep, dark seas again, this dynamic between you foreign. While it is a simple, innocent question, your deceptive tone triggers unfamiliarity within him, “Besides, how’s it going with you and Haeun?”
“Huh? Oh. Haeun, yes,” his attempt at buying himself extra time is laughable, especially when Mr. Brain is now yelling at Ms. Heart for always wanting to get in the way of things he can handle alone, “Wonderfully. She— We— Huh, hooked up.”
Ms. Heart is furious. She has no other choice but to reach in her purse and slap the divorce papers on the dinner table, glasses clinking against plates, and Jeongguk flinches. Brain is speechless, clueless on how to react.
You only seem slightly taken aback, eyebrows raising in mild surprise, “Really? That’s progress, I guess.”
Jeongguk is equally clueless, subtly squeezing his eyes shut as if hoping to wake up somewhere else entirely, maybe in an ideal world where Kim Namjoon doesn’t exist and Mr. Brain and Ms. Heart are happily married.
Instead, he’s still in the library, and you’re still sitting next to him, scribbling on your English textbook. He frowns, getting pitiably lost in the view of your side profile, “Yeah, nice. Huh, when’s your date?”
When you glance up at him, you seem to be realizing just how odd it is for the two of you to spend this much time talking about your respective hook ups, and you cringe slightly at the unusual formality, wishing Jeongguk would just tease you like he usually does when you tell him about your untruthful and made up sexual adventures.
You purse your lips in thought, “Tomorrow, actually.”
“Oh. He’s going fast.”
“I like that.”
“I know you do.”
No matter the effort you put into trying to hide your amusement, a snort escapes you, and you quickly look away to recover from the childish grin spreading on your lips. You shake your head, closing the book in front of you, “You’re fucking disgusting.”
Jeongguk only smirks in an oddly proud way, nodding at your flustered state when he realizes he successfully managed yet again to shift the conversation from topics he doesn’t want to hear or talk about. He shrugs, “You just said that.”
“And I’ll say it again.”
“Whatever,” a small chuckle follows the dismissal, his hand coming to brush through his fluffy hair, getting too long for his liking, “I really wanted to see you tomorrow.”
Once again, Jeongguk is way too honest, way too easily. Ms. Heart is marching hastily with Mr. Brain walking close behind, trying to make sense of the situation and pushing her to reconsider her actions, but it’s no use: she’s tired, and sick of being walked over, again and again.
He doesn’t like the underlying meaning behind that, and wishes Mr. Brain would grow a pair and just swoon her back into love again. Jeongguk doesn’t like the genuine surprise etched across your face either, or, well, he doesn’t like the effect it has on him: it’s almost unbearable to accept that the blush dusting your cheeks, the one you’re probably unaware of, is caused by his unfiltered honesty. Because sincere bluntness isn’t exactly something he tries to show. Then, why does it spill out of him uncontrollably? Why— why do you look so beautiful like this?
“Hm,” your smile is small, but your dimple betrays it, Jeongguk’s whole resolve cracking with the way you sound dangerously decisive, “Too bad. You’re late.”
Jeongguk shouldn’t overthink this. You’re simply engaging in the usual dynamic, teasing him like always, no reason for his palms to sweat. He shouldn’t panic over the way nothing about what you said feels simple, nor usual, and your tone carries more than what you both want the words to mean.
He doesn’t know if it’s a warning or a test — or worse, the truth. Maybe he’s imagining it. Maybe Brain just misinterpreted the comment, too distracted by its constant squabble with Heart, both of them ignoring Jeongguk, who is still sitting at the cluttered kitchen table with his plate half-full, surrounded by a mess of inky emotions he doesn’t have the courage to clean up.
The sound of forks clinking against plates grates against his ears, drowning out the hurried excuses spilling from your mouth, the ones you’re babbling and making up along the way of gathering your things and standing up from the round table, shouldering your bag in the same hurry you left his room with before the next time he saw you was nose to nose with Namjoon. From his headphones discarded on the table, he can hear the first agonising notes from I’m Not In Love by 10cc playing faintly.
You huff, giving a small, tight lipped smile that should be meaningless, but to Jeongguk it isn’t, “I’ll go now. See you around?”
“Huh, sure. Let me know how it goes with Namsun.”
You roll your eyes at the playful attempt, his grin just as empty, “Right. Bye Gguk.”
You’re off the hallway before he can add anything else. Not that he would have been able to. Your bag swings with your big steps, slim hands coming to absently tug your plaid skirt lower, and Jeongguk thinks and thinks. Eric Stewart sings not too far for his hearing to pick up, trying to convince the both of them, I’m not in love, so don’t forget it. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through.
He realizes he really doesn’t want to know how your little date goes. Would rather shoot himself rather than hearing you talk about another guy taking you out to dinner, stealing you from him and sealing the end to whatever the two of you have.
His options are narrowed. He either commits in front of you and forever changes the trajectory of your life or does something about Namjoon. But why does the option of ending his life sound much easier than stepping up to big, buff Namjoon, infatuated with the same girl he likes?
Oh.
The admission jolts him. It’s a physical reaction that causes his chair to shriek again under his movements, but this time he’s not polite enough to apologize for it. He must look crazy, wide eyes burning holes into his hands planted steadily on the table in front of him.
The girl he likes. You’re the girl he likes.
And every signal is there. The spark he sought for now lights a nervous feeling in his stomach, its fireworks interrupting Brain and Heart’s incessant arguing. Does he look stupid not doing anything for the girl he likes? Not fighting for the girl he’s been falling for all this time?
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It should be easy. It is easy.
Jeongguk can’t let the sleepless night spent reciting lines to his ceiling go to waste. He’s sure not even theater kids could match his determination. And as he marches across campus toward the gym, where the squeak of sneakers and the echo of grunts will lead him to the person needed to put the plan into action, he reviews step by step what he’s told himself to do.
Step one, be casual. Friendly, even. Approach Namjoon like there’s nothing calculated about this interaction. Just a casual catch-up between two boys.
“What’s up, Kim,” when Jeongguk spots the slightly taller boy exercising at a steady walking pace on the treadmill, he immediately hops onto the free one beside him.
Namjoon startles slightly, then smiles with those stupid, charming dimples of his, and it’s one that Jeongguk would probably only give if forced, “Hey, Jeongguk. Long time no see.”
The brown-haired boy nods, setting the speed and quickly catching up to Namjoon. He keeps his tone deliberately cool, even borderline disinterested, “You been good?”
On his left, your almost-boyfriend shrugs, jogging along, “Yeah, just studying, man. What about you?”
“Pretty much the same,” he hasn’t cracked open a book in weeks, and that study session from yesterday was just an excuse to be with you. But he can’t afford to let his thoughts linger on you too long or he’ll lose focus. He needs focus. “You catch that last game?”
Step two, pretend to care about what Namjoon is saying and then proceed with the acting skills only to suddenly remember something totally random he wanted to mention.
“Fuck, don’t remind me. I was so sure we would win,” the sweating man sounds way too affected by the recent football match, and Jeongguk fears if he asks one more question for the sake of pretending he’ll never get to the actual point.
So, he goes straight to it, “Yeah, it was rough. Oh, by the way. You know ___, right?”
The simple mention of your name causes a small stutter in Namjoon’s step, but he recovers with the stupid smile from earlier, only this time it’s wider, “Of course I know her. Why do you ask?”
Step three, just be honest. He just has to lay it all out. Be straightforward. Tell him the truth about how he’s felt for so long and what this whole thing with you is doing to him. It’s not a confrontation— it’s a conversation. Jeongguk will politely explain that he’s liked you for a while now, that he’s been in your life long before Namjoon, and, as a courtesy, he’d appreciate it if he would step back from pursuing you. Civil. Calm. Totally chill. There’s absolutely nothing to get worked up over.
"You really don't know? Have no idea?" Jeongguk asks, his voice dropping, tone more pointed than he intended.
Namjoon slows his treadmill slightly, glancing over with furrowed brows and a faintly amused smile. “No, man. Enlighten me.”
“She’s my fucking girlfriend.”
What. The. Fuck.
That wasn’t the plan. Not even close to the plan.
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You feel stupid.
Wrapped around in your warmest coat, you still shiver. It could be the way your legs are exposed under your dress, high black boots reaching just beneath your knees. But there’s something else to the chill, making you shake in fading jitters. The excitement of the evening you told yourself you were looking forward to morphs into anxiety, and the passing looks of people mean more than they should as minutes tick and tick; they seem to glance at you for too long, their looks heavy with what you can only imagine is judgment.
A young girl swaddled in small but striking details from head to toe — delicate earrings that catch the light, a scarf knotted perfectly at the neck, polished nails clutching the strap of an expensive-looking bag — hair done up in a neat slicked bun, glancing nervously at her surroundings can only mean one thing: she’s been stood up.
Namjoon was supposed to meet you in front of the cozy cafè just outside the campus, its warm tones and surely even warmer ambience so very inviting. Maybe you’d go in, order a steaming hot chocolate for yourself, and chalk this up as a lesson learned. But instead, you choose to wait outside, shifting on your tiptoes every so often, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of the first man to ask you out in what felt like ages.
You feel as though you’ll be forever destined to wait more when thirty minutes go by and Namjoon is nowhere to be seen.
You frown, swaying on your heels. What you feel is not disappointment— not at first. But that only causes you to feel worse about yourself when you realize you’re almost relieved the tall man hasn’t shown up, and he’s not here to turn fears into even scarier realities.
The scratch at the back of your mind grows harder to ignore, and no matter how much you try to shake it off, your subconscious finds ways back to it when your hand instinctively dives into the depths of the expensive purse you had specially chosen for this occasion. A purse meant to complement your carefully selected dark ensemble, an effort that now feels entirely wasted. You spent so much time getting ready for something you’re not ready for at all.
Pulling out your phone, your thumb scrolls to Jeongguk’s number like it's an automatism, typing before you even register why he’s the first person you feel the need to tell.
You [9:39 p.m.]: hi
You [9:39 p.m.]: namjoon stood me up lol
The typing bubbles appear faster than you anticipated, and as you watch them dance across the screen, you burrow deeper into the fragile warmth of your jacket, the tip of your nose numb from the cold.
gguk [9:40 p.m.]: Whattttttt????
gguk [9:40 p.m.]: He’s such an asshooooooole
Your first instinct is to snort at his reaction, a childish grin tugging at your lips, but it turns into a scowl when the more you reread the text, the more it sounds weird. He usually never texts like a six-year-old using his mom’s iPad.
You [9:40 p.m.]: yes he is
You [9:40 p.m.]: why are u textin so weird btw lol
gguk [9:41 p.m.]: Wym weirddd
gguk [9:41 p.m.]: I’m totally normal
You [9:41 p.m.]: wtv
You [9:42 p.m.]: u still wanna hang out?
gguk [9:42 p.m.]: Yes please
gguk [9:42 p.m.]: Want me to pick u up
gguk [9:42 p.m.]: Where are u rn
The head tilt is unconscious, but you feel it click in place. Jeongguk is caring, he can read your needs like no one else and caters to them quietly, but he’s never this pliant, this malleable. You like him because it’s hard to get him to bend (and you’d rather die than let Jeongguk know about this).
You [9:43 p.m.]: is ok
You [9:43 p.m.]: i’ll just walk
You [9:43 p.m.]: be there in 10
The walk usually takes you less than 10 minutes, but before meeting him, you decide to head back to your dorm and change out of these stupid fancy clothes you picked for the date.
You keep your head low as you walk through the hallways, the full glam you put on impossible to miss as it sparkles under the fluorescent lights, just as your boots' heels echo through the corridors.
Taking off the dress and heels feels like peeling away the embarrassment of rejection, the weight of disappointment settling in as you realize you couldn’t prove to yourself that you could do it, that you can do it, take the leap and let something serious into your life.
You question whether you're even cut out for it when the guy who seemed perfect ended up proving the opposite.
Now, back in more comfortable clothes — Jeongguk's black hoodie from the other day and baggy sweatpants — you feel a little more like yourself. Scared of emotions, scared of commitment, no matter how many hours of your day are spent daydreaming about it.
The second you click the door of your room open, it’s like you can smell a weird shift in the air. And you do, literally sniff, scanning your surroundings for any hint of something burning or out of place.
But it’s not about the dorm in its physical state, no— it’s the odd silence that you’re met with, the people you’re used to sharing the space with now uncharacteristically careful with their volume.
“Oh my god, ___,” that is probably why you’re visibly startled by the sudden voice coming from your side, Iseul looking like containing excitement is the hardest task she’s ever been asked to deal with, just like the few other girls behind her, all practically vibrating, “You’re finally here.”
You furrow your brows, chuckling confusedly at the unusuality of it all. Well, it’s not like you don’t get along with these people. It’s just that you’ve never gone over meaningless jokes and talks about the state of the dorm, plus you’ve never exactly been the center of attention like this. It feels off, and it reflects in your uncertain tone, “I am?”
“I’m so happy for you,” Dahye chimes in next, grabbing your shoulders with way more enthusiasm than the level of your relationship with her would normally allow, and the way all of their heads nod along that it feels like a coordinated performance is starting to scare you.
“You’re… happy for—”
“I’ve always known you and Jeongguk were perfect for each other,” the affection dripping from Dahye’s voice sickens you, maybe even more than the words she’s speaking.
Huh?
You swear you feel your heart skip a long beat before you mask it with an obnoxious, nervous laugh, only growing more when none of them crack a smile or react, “Me and— okay, is this a fucking joke?”
“C’mon, ___,” Iseul says, her sweet voice doing nothing to calm your tension, and if anything it only heightens it, “You don’t need to hide anymore, Jeongguk told Namjoon that you’re his girlfriend.”
Oh. So this must be a fucking joke.
And you can’t stand it.
You barely manage to shake off their relentless curiosity, the entire dorm suddenly buzzing with an interest in you after years of peaceful and civil indifference, and it only overwhelms you to the brim.
Fury boils in your chest as you step out of the building, the cold air failing to cool the anger that flares up within you. With every step, your frustration grows, and you hastily type on your phone as you make your way toward the one person that’s responsible for your temper.
You [10:07 p.m.]: what the actual fuck jeongguk
The response comes so quickly, almost as if he were waiting for you to type it, and you scoff in disbelief. In that moment, you feel a twisted sense of understanding with serial killers. It makes you question how much control you actually have over yourself.
gguk [10:07 p.m.]: What’s up?
You [10:07 p.m.]: why’s the whole dorm asking me how's it like to be your gf?
gguk [10:08 p.m.]: Eeehhhh???
gguk [10:08 p.m.]: That’s so weird
You’re actually gonna fuck this man up.
You [10:09 p.m.]: jeon jeongguk.
You [10:09 p.m.]: they’re saying you told namjoon i’m your girlfriend.
gguk [10:09 p.m.]: Don’t use my full name and the period please 🥺
You [10:10 p.m.]: i’ll fucking kill you.
gguk [10:10 p.m.]: You’re so hot when you’re like this
You [10:10 p.m.]: shut the hell up.
The banging on his door comes shortly after, and Jeongguk doesn’t even flinch. He knows it’s you, and frankly he was even expecting your arrival to be louder, hit him a little harder than it does. And when he lets you in, you storm in his space with no room for oxygen, door closing behind you but unable to contain the volume of your rage private.
“Can you explain why the whole campus thinks we’re dating? ‘Cause you’re not my boyfriend, and I’m not your girlfriend, and this is not fucking funny.”
But Jeongguk evidently does find it funny, chuckling under his hand coming to cover his mouth while the other one lifts to show you the bright screen of his cracked phone, “Really? The uni Instagram page is shipping us.”
“Shipping us?” You snatch the device from his hands, eyes widening as you scroll through the amount of stories posted in the last hour, everyone and their mother feeling entitled to weigh in on your nonexistent relationship. You whine, a hand resting at your forehead in disbelief, “Oh my god, this is ridiculous.”
“What, are you ashamed of me?” Jeongguk asks casually, walking back and sitting on the bed with a soft thud, his whole demeanor relaxed with a nonchalance that makes your left eye twitch.
You scoff, unwilling to grasp how this is even an actual thing happening to you, tossing the phone back at him, “A little bit, yeah. You think this is a fucking joke, huh? I’m now apparently dating the uni’s most popular fuckboy.”
The damned boy in front of you leans on his forearms, pouting just for show, “Hey, that’s mean. I’m no fuckboy.”
Bag thrown to the ground with a violence that it does not deserve, you start pacing back and forth in his room, letting out a borderline insane laugh, not knowing whether to scream or cry. “Yes, you are. You went through every single girl in this building.”
“Do you really think of me like that?”
The sudden sincerity that you think you spot in his tone makes you halt your steps, body turning to him as he sits straight again, his head tilting slightly. You sigh, frustration mounting, and you throw your head back at the ceiling for any signal from the universe that this is indeed a joke, a bad, huge joke on you, “Jeongguk. Please.”
Silence fills the room next, but it doesn’t make it any easier to think nor does it quite register in your brain, mind racing with jumbled and chaotic thoughts, barely coming through as coherent words, getting intertwined with one another.
But the more you walk from one side of the room to the other, the more you’re almost able to untangle the mess, just enough to start processing what’s happening.
Then, a nuclear bomb wipes it all out, Jeongguk’s words the missile, his quiet tone the explosion, “I don’t want you to see nobody else.”
“What the fuck?”
The aftermath of the destruction is not only loud, ears ringing with a shrieking alarm going off, your figure stiff with shock, but you feel its heat burning your whole body in consuming flames that threaten to swallow you whole. They do when you let them take over, rise, flood every nerve until all you can feel is the rage boiling in your veins when you practically scream at him, ”What the hell does that even mean? You're being selfish!”
“Am I?” Jeongguk asks calm, calculated, gaze locked on yours as if daring you to challenge him further. His tone is maddeningly measured even as he pushes himself off the bed and closes the distance between you.
It’s like he’s planned this, attack after attack designed to destabilize you completely. Not only did he thrust you into the spotlight without warning, claiming you for the whole campus to see as if you’re worth nothing more than a stupid prank and a few laughs.
But now he talks with a grace foreign to the chaos he’s stirred, as if his words are just another fact, something as simple as the weather, “I haven’t been seeing anybody since this summer. Since we started using no condom.”
Your pupils tremble with something far more complex than just anger, though you refuse to give it a name. He’s practically towering over you, his stance purposeful, making you feel small; as if the intensity of his gaze is not enough that it makes you falter, as if the humiliation he’s putting you through isn’t either.
Head shaking, your voice does too, “That’s— not true. You’re a fucking liar. You— What about Haeun?
“Nothing even happened with her.”
The speed of his denial sets you off, an incredulous scoff breaking free as you roll your tongue against the inside of your cheek — a habit you’d picked up from witnessing his easy tempers, “Then why did you tell me you fucked?”
“Because—” Jeongguk hesitates, and the pause is so out of character that it almost gives you whiplash. The boy who always has something to say suddenly seems unsure. His hand flexes at his side, a nervous tick you hadn’t noticed before, and he exhales as if the words are fighting their way out of him, “‘Cause— I was jealous.”
“Jealous?” Your voice cracks on the word, a laugh bubbling out of you that’s sharp and borderline unhinged. His expression tightens, jaw clenching. But he doesn’t interrupt.
“Jealous,” you repeat, louder this time, your incredulous tone thick with rage. “You’re telling me you made up that bullshit because you were jealous?”
He doesn’t respond, and it pushes you closer to your limit, on the verge of exploding much like his confession did. You don’t know how you find it within you, but with a long exhale and a quick prayer up at the ceiling, you meet his gaze and try to latch onto the last remnants of your rationality, “Jeongguk, we are not exclusive. I thought that was well implied. You don’t get to act like this. You don’t get to be jealous.”
Nodding along to your words, Jeongguk’s brows draw together, as if being able to understand the words flowing out of you is physically paining him and he’d rather be deaf. There’s something in his eyes close to fear, but fear of what, you can’t quite place.
When he speaks, his voice is softer than yours, “I know. We both agreed to that, yes. We’re both allowed to see other people.”
The words feel rehearsed, like he’s repeated them to himself a hundred times. But with the silence stretching, it’s clear he’s struggling to say more. His lips press together briefly, and his gaze flicks to yours, searching.
You hold firm, tilting your head slightly, your confusion evident. Your wide, questioning eyes, so big, so honest, pull the truth from him in a way you don’t intend, and he exhales like it’s been forced out of him.
“But I don’t want you to.”
The sheer audacity of his words hits you like a slap, the kind that stings more because of its unexpectedness rather than its force. You snort, although there’s nothing particularly amusing about your heart cracking at the middle, but you manage to keep it from resounding in your words, “That’s so fucking mean. Do you even hear yourself? You get to fuck whoever you want, and I’m kept hostage? And now— now everybody thinks we’re dating!”
“That’s good,” he says, simple, unflinching.
You blink, disbelief coursing through you as your lips part in a strangled gasp. “What?” The next words filter between you firmly, and they escape before you can temper them, "You’re so selfish. I fucking hate you.”
The emotion is foreign from what you’re used to showing him, softness in quiet ways, affection in silent gestures. But now, it’s all loud rage, the opposite of love spilling out of you. Your hands curl into fists at your sides, itching for release, something, anything to make him feel the way you’re being forced to feel, to cut through the weight of his seemingly impassive expression showing only the barest twitch in his brows. It isn’t enough. You need more.
Your palms find his chest, shoving him with the force of every burning feeling inside you. “You’re stupid,” you spit, watching him take the push without budging, like he’s made of stone. It only stokes your frustration further, your hands pushing again, harder this time. “And dumb.”
Jeongguk doesn’t step back, doesn’t fight you. He stands there, his chest steady, absorbing your hits without a word. His lack of resistance only makes the storm inside you rage harder, and the tears you’ve been holding back threaten to spill over.
You scramble for more, “And— and— Why the fuck are you silent! Say something!” You aim another punch at his chest, but it’s impossibly weaker, the exhaustion showing in your useless attempts at getting at him.
You sniff, and you know you lost against his indifference, your voice breaking feeling like a confession you didn’t mean to make. “Asshole. You’re being so mean. You’re making me cry.”
That’s what finally breaks him. Only the tears slipping rapidly from your eyes get his stupidly stubborn resolve to crumble. He’s truly the worst at this, but no matter how much he feels like he’s undeserving of the universe of unconditional love and care you carry with yourself wherever you go (one he badly wants to travel across, even as he struggles to get into the special space suit he had prepared for this moment) he can’t let you break in front of him and do nothing.
His hands are on you instantly, gripping your shoulders gently but firmly, refusing to let you squirm away. You slap at them weakly, but his touch is steady, his fingers moving to brush strands of hair from your face, cupping your chin to tilt it up toward him.
“Toots, no. Hey, hey,” he whispers, his tone soft in a way that disarms you completely. His thumb swipes at a stray tear, but your face turns away, evading him like it’s your only line of defense. He doesn’t back down, “Stop crying. Hey, look at me. Will you?”
“Stop calling me that!” You finally snap, jerking your face away again. The tears are spilling faster now, no matter how much you want to fight them, no matter how much you want to cling to the fury. “I hate you. You’re fucking all the girls in this college, and I’m only fucking you, because— because—”
“God,” Jeongguk groans, exasperation dripping from his tone. You’re about to hurl another half-formed insult or maybe even take a swing at him again, aiming low, but his next words stop you cold.
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” His tone is quieter now, the vulnerability in it cutting sharper than anything else he’s said. “I like you. I broke the rule.”
You’re sure your heart will fail you today. It misses at least four beats, and it steals the oxygen from your throat, along with the color from your face.
You stammer, eyes widening as your pulse picks up again and pounds in your ears. “Don’t— don’t say shit like that. I swear to God, I’ll actually fuck you up. Stop— lying to me.”
“What the fuck, ___? I’m not lying to you,” Jeongguk’s voice attempts to be steady but it can’t hide the desperation, as if he’s holding on by the thinnest thread threatening to snap any second before he joins you and lets his eyes water and the tears fall. Be quiet, big boys don’t cry. Big boys don’t cry. “Why would I?”
The question is simple.
Why would Jeongguk lie to you? Does he have a reason to fake this?
The world seems to tilt, the ground beneath you shifting in some irreparable way.
You should feel scared. You should feel repulsed at the thought of commitment, pressing against you like a cage. But you don’t.
Instead, your eyes dart between his, searching for cracks in his sincerity, like a frantic spectator of a tennis match. The matchpoint sends a thrill through your chest.
Jeongguk watches you closely, feeling the weight of the silence between you stretch on longer than he can handle. He knows he’s the one that should break it, knows the truth he’s holding inside has to be spoken now.
It’s now or never. He can’t keep pretending. You’ve become everything he didn’t know he needed, and yet here he is, paralyzed by the fear of rejection, of being vulnerable.
But that’s the thing, isn’t it? If he doesn’t speak up now, he’ll lose everything. That’s the thing he should be the most scared of. Watching the only thing he truly wants slip right through his fingers.
It’s a long exhale before his voice drops in soft honey, “Look. I know it’s hard to trust me. You’ve seen me fuck up multiple times over this stuff. But I want to stop this cycle. I want to allow myself something good,” his eyes search for any signal that he should stop talking, but in your eyes he finds every reason for him not to, “And you’re everything good that life will ever concede me. I can't… I can't lose you to someone else knowing they can’t even compare to how I feel for you.”
"Jeongguk…" His name slips from your lips like a prayer you've been too afraid to speak aloud until now.
“I like you so much it’s killing me,” he admits, voice low and raw, every syllable cracking with vulnerability.
Compared to the destruction around you, it’s a slow realization. Like a tide that comes in quietly, softly. You’ve felt its caress for so long, and now that it embraces you wholly you feel your heart expand, filling with the same warmth, the same longing you see in him.
The words you wish you could say are caught in your throat. You look up at him, eyes wide, trying to comprehend, to take in what he’s offering. You hesitate to ask, as if the answer will shatter something you’ve worked so hard to protect, but you have to seek for confirmation, “You like me?”
“I lose my fucking mind when it comes to you.” His confession is a rush of honesty that sweeps through you, his eyes not leaving yours, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks.
Time freezes. There’s so much you’ve been holding back, but you don’t know how to make the words fit, how to make them sound right.
Jeongguk takes a small step back. “It’s okay if you wanna end it here,” he murmurs, his words barely above a whisper, like he’s bracing for the worst. “At least it wasn’t because you got with some other stupid guy.”
You shake your head, the thought of losing him too painful to bear. “Stop—” You let out a frustrated sigh, hands curling into fists at your sides. “God, you’re so dumb. This could have been so much easier if you’d told me sooner.”
He looks at you, confusion flickering across his face. “What do you mean?”
“I like you too,” you admit, the words finally leaving your lips like they were just waiting for the right moment. “I agreed to the date because I thought you were still… fucking around.”
His face softens, and there’s a flicker of relief in his eyes. “I wasn’t. Haven’t been in so long.”
“...No Haeun?”
“Hell no. I don’t want anything if it isn’t from you.”
You fight a smile, but there’s a warmth in your chest now, a feeling you can’t ignore. “Well, if you want to know, I wasn’t seeing anybody either. Namjoon asked me out randomly, but I haven’t been with anyone else since… this started.”
His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, everything is quiet. He looks at you like he’s just heard something he never expected to hear. “Oh,” he says softly.
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk steps closer, his hands reaching for you, voice thick, “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to make you cry. It’s breaking my heart.” His thumb brushes across your cheek, gently wiping away the remnants of the tears you hadn’t even realized had fallen. “I’m so sorry.”
You shake your head, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for yelling all that stuff at you. I don’t hate you. I…”
Before you can finish, his lips crash against yours, and all the confusion, all the fears, prove themselves to be worth it. They dissolve into something real, the kiss trying to make up for lost time, for all the things left unsaid.
When you pull away, your foreheads resting together, Jeongguk’s voice is quiet but steady. “Come here, baby. You’re mine.”
🝮 Summary: It all started as a game. Four people, one agreement, and one forbidden rule: no kissing. Full swap was supposed to be just an experiment, but the first night between you and your best friend Jungkook changed everything. He touched you like no one else ever had, and you responded to him in a way his girlfriend never did. You both had to stop... but instead, you wanted more. And the second time it happened, Jungkook crossed the most important line — he kissed you. You lost control and realized that you belonged only to each other.
🝮 Couple: Jeon Jungkook x The Reader, Jungkook x Y/N
🝮 Age restrictions: 18+
🝮 Size: one shot (16+ k words)
🝮 Tags: best friends to lovers, friends with benefits, slow burn, angst, smut, swinging, partner swap, nsfw, explicit content, mature content, sexual tension, oral sex, raw sex, rough sex, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, deepthroat, soft dom!jungkook, dirty talk, nipple play, clit play, orgasm control, overstimulation, tattooed jungkook, piercing kink, forbidden desire, sexual experimentation, jealousy, unspoken feelings, intimacy, no kissing rule, boundary breaking
🝮 From author: If you're curious about how I came up with this fanfic, how I feel, and what I'll publish next, read THIS NOTE. I decided to write it separately so as not to spoil the impression of the story 💜 In any case, I love you, my dearest readers 💜
🝮 Warning: This story contains themes of swinging, infidelity, and very detailed descriptions of sexual scenes (explicit smut). There are moments of intense sexual tension, oral sex, anatomical descriptions, and morally complex situations between the characters. ❗ If you are under 18, do not read this story, or read it at your own risk. English is not my native language, so the text may contain grammatical errors, inaccuracies, or weird sentences. I ask for your understanding 🥺🫶🏻
The tart taste of whiskey burns your throat, leaving a warm trail as you take your last sip. The glass chills your fingers, but that sensation is suddenly interrupted by a light touch.
Jungkook.
His fingers, warm and careful, touch yours as he takes the empty glass from your hand and places it on the table. You look up, and his gaze—deep, with a barely noticeable spark—makes your heart skip a beat.
He smiles, but it's not the usual, friendly smile you've seen a thousand times before. There's something new in it, something that makes you feel a thrill inside.
"Let's go," he says quietly, taking your hand. His palm is warm and insistent, and you let him lead you away.
Your footsteps echo in the silence of the hotel room, and you feel reality blurring, as if you were in some surreal dream.
Jungkook is your best friend. The one you shared secrets with, laughed until you cried, drank coffee with in the morning, and argued about silly things. And now he's leading you to bed. And you agreed to it. To swinging. The word sounds foreign in your head, but at the same time, it sends an electric shock through your nerves.
You and Jungkook have always been close — best friends who knew each other better than anyone else. You could talk for hours about everything in the world, and even your boyfriend Sojung joked that sometimes Jungkook knew you better than he did.
That's why you often spent time together with your partners. The four of you would get together, drink, talk, and relax.
One evening, when your boyfriend, Jungkook, and his girlfriend, Yujeong, were sitting in the living room of your apartment, you started talking about sex. It was a common topic in your group, which, as always, started with a joke. All four of you were open to experimenting in sex and you loved sharing each other's secrets to spice up your sexual relationships.
You don't remember exactly how the conversation started about swapping partners, but you remember well how Jungkook suggested this experiment. You were shocked that this suggestion came from him.
"Do you think we could try it? I've heard that swinging is a cool thing. It's like it strengthens relationships," he said, glancing at you.
You almost choked on your wine. Jungkook? Your Jungkook, who always seemed so... safe, was now suggesting partner swapping?
You waited for him to say it was a joke, but Yujeong immediately supported the idea, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. To your surprise, Sojung nodded enthusiastically and agreed as well, as if it were the most brilliant suggestion in the world. You sat there, clutching your glass, trying to hide your confusion. You loved experiments, but this... this was something completely different.
"You recently told me you wanted to try something new," your boyfriend said, smiling at you. His hand was on your knee, and you felt him squeeze it gently, as if to encourage you.
You glanced quickly at Jungkook but managed to notice so much. He looked back at you, and you saw in his eyes a challenge, curiosity, and most importantly, a dark shadow of desire that you had never seen before. You knew he would never have suggested this if he wasn't sure it would be acceptable to everyone. And yet your heart sank at the thought that you might cross the line with someone who had always been just a friend.
"I don't know..." you said suddenly, hesitant, but at the same time catching yourself thinking about how it felt to have Jungkook so close. You sat up straight, leaning away from Sojung, placing your glass on the table. "I certainly wanted something new, but swinging...?"
You glanced at Jungkook again. Sojung and Yujeong began to gently persuade you, arguing that it would be interesting, a new experience that would give you new sensations, while Jungkook just smiled slightly, when drinking his a honey-colored drink. You were surprised that he was silent, because it was his idea, but for some reason he was in no hurry to persuade you. His smile was mysterious, it even made you tense up. He looked as if he knew that he shouldn't even try to persuade you, that you would want it yourself.
In the end, you agreed. You discussed when and where it would happen and agreed on boundaries that no one would cross. You could have sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, using various tools for stimulation, of course respecting each other's desires, but the only thing you couldn't do was kiss.
Your boyfriend suggested this, explaining that kissing is only possible between couples. This boundary is a must because kissing is something too intimate, something that belongs only to the two of you. Sojung said this with such confidence that you felt relieved. Kissing has always been special to you, a moment when you felt truly close to your boyfriend. The idea that this boundary would remain intact gave you a sense of control, as if you were still keeping a part of yourself safe. You all nodded in agreement with the rule, and Jungkook, as always, just smiled slightly, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary, but only noticeable to you.
You return to the moment in the bedroom. The soft light from the bedside lamps creates an atmosphere of intimacy. You stand in front of Jungkook, feeling the air between you become thick, as if electrified. You still can't believe you're about to have sex with your best friend, the person who was almost like a brother to you.
Jungkook is a damn hot man, and you'd be lying if you said you never liked him. When he started dating girls in his teens, you secretly wished he was yours, but it didn't work out. He never looked at you as an object of adoration, and you concluded that you just weren't his type.
You had a boyfriend when you were in high school and had one when you were in college. You were single for a long time until you met Sojun. You started dating him, and your relationship has lasted for several years. Your boyfriend was perfect for you, and you were happy in your relationship. Therefore, the fact that you were going to have sex with another man was exciting and somewhat uncomfortable for you. And considering that this man is Jungkook, the situation felt like it was on the verge of panic.
You stopped by the bed. Jungkook turns to you and his smile is the same, but there is something elusive trembling at the corners of his lips. Is he nervous? You're not sure. But your own nerves are stretched tight like strings. You can't let him see your weakness. It's just... an experiment. Just one night. Just swinging.
He comes closer, and you feel the warmth of his body without even touching him. His fingers reach for your short button-down shirt. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unbuttons the first button. You watch his movements, how his fingers move with unexpected tenderness. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you're afraid he'll hear it. Why are you reacting this way? It's Jungkook. Your friend. The one who knows you hate red beans and always laughs at your failed selfies. But now, as he unbuttons your blouse, you don't recognize him or yourself.
The blouse falls to the floor, and you stand before him in your bra. He smiles, and that smile is both familiar and completely foreign. He leans toward your ear, and you feel his warm breath on your skin as his fingers find the clasp of your bra.
Your bra falls to the floor, joining your blouse.
Jungkook leans over to look at you, and you instinctively cover your chest with your hands, even though you know it's pointless. He's seen you running around in his T-shirt without a bra after spilling coffee on your dress, he seen you when you was wearing in home T-shirt without bra too. But now it's different. His gaze isn't just friendly—it's intense, hungry, and you feel your skin burning under it.
Jungkook takes another step closer, and his proximity makes you tremble, but you try not to show it. His fingers find your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your arms away. You force yourself to breathe evenly, but it's difficult when his touch makes your heart beat faster. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you, and in his eyes you see the same dark shadow of desire that you noticed back then, in the living room, when he proposed this crazy idea.
"You're nervous," he says softly, his voice sounding like velvet, enveloping you. It's not a question, but a statement, and you feel your face flush. You want to argue, to say that everything is fine, that you have everything under control, but the words get stuck in your throat. He knows you too well. He always has.
"Are you?" you manage to squeeze out, hoping your voice sounds at least a little confident.
Jungkook smiles, and that smile is a mixture of playfulness and something completely unknown to you before.
"Maybe a little," he admits, and you feel relieved by his honesty. But then he leans closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, and whispers, "But I like that you're nervous."
You feel his fingers slide down your waist, slowly, as if he's savoring every second of this moment. His touch is light, but it leaves a noticeable mark, and you can't understand why your body is reacting so strongly.
His hands stop at the zipper of your jeans and you hold your breath. You want to say something to ease the tension, but all you can do is watch his movements as he slowly unzips your fly.
"Do you remember the rules?" you ask, trying to regain control. You hesitate for a moment, and you immediately mentally berate yourself for it. "No kissing."
He stops, his hands frozen on your hips, and you see his lips stretch into a smile.
"I remember," he says, but there's something in his tone that makes you doubt his words for a moment. His fingers slide lower, removing your jeans, and you feel your legs go weak. You stand before him almost naked, and his gaze, which runs over your body, seems too intimate for what you agreed to consider just an experiment.
Jungkook almost reverently takes your breast in his hand and leans down to kiss it. You instinctively grab his shoulders, feeling his wet tongue on your nipple. His lips gently touch your nipple, and you feel a wave of heat spread throughout your body. Jungkook takes his time, his tongue slowly circling the sensitive bud, then gently sucking, making you gasp.
Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter, as if looking for support, while his other hand squeezes your other breast, massaging it with a perfect balance of gentleness and insistence. You feel the wetness between your legs becoming more noticeable, causing you to nervously squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal.
Jungkook breaks away from your breast, his lips glistening in the dim light of the lamps, and he looks up at you. His eyes are dark, full of desire, but there is also something tender, almost caring in them. He leans closer, so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. It's a dangerous line, and you catch yourself involuntarily glancing at his lips, at the piercing that glitters in the light.
"If it gets too much, just say and I'll stop," he whispers, his voice low and husky, but with a hint of seriousness. "And if you want more... just say my name."
You swallow the lump in your throat, feeling your heart beat even faster. You nod, not trusting your voice, and he smiles again—that smile that always made you laugh, but now it seems dangerous, seductive.
You see his eyes fall to your chest, then move up to explore your collarbone and neck.
"One more question," he says gently, touching your hair. He pushes it back so he can see your neck better. "Are kisses on the neck also forbidden?"
You freeze, feeling everything inside you tighten at his voice and words.
"Yes," you reply, trying to sound firm. "Kisses on the neck... are the same as kisses on the lips. It's too intimate for me."
Jungkook nods, his smile softening.
"Okay, no neck," he says, and you feel relief, but at the same time a strange disappointment. His hands slide lower, to your waist, and he gently but confidently turns you back toward the bed and then lays you down on it. You feel the softness of the sheets beneath your back, and your heart pounds as he leans over you, his eyes scanning your body.
He touches the edge of your thong, slowly pulling it down.
"Relax," he says, his voice soft but with a hint of humor you know so well. "I'm going to make you happy tonight,"
You laugh softly, catching his usual playful tone, which always defused the tension between you. But now your laugh sounds nervous, and you feel your cheeks burning as he pulls your thong off completely, leaving you completely naked. His gaze slides over your body, and you see his eyes darken with admiration.
"You know, I always knew that underneath those hideously oversized T-shirts of yours was the sexiest body," he says, his voice sounding playfulness.
You snort, trying to hide your embarrassment.
"From what you knew that?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as he looms over you, still fully clothed.
He smiles, his hands resting on the bed on either side of you.
"From your curves," he replies, his gaze sliding over your body. "Even your huge t-shirts or hoodie couldn't hide them."
You freeze and you look at each other. You not knowing why his words are so pleasing to you. It's just a normal compliment, but you feel pleased that he likes your body. Jungkook slowly leans toward you, and you panic that he's going to kiss you, and when he almost touches your lips, you turn your face away. You feel his breath on your cheek, and you can't help but wonder if he would have kissed you if you hadn't turned away.
Jungkook touches your face with his fingers and gently turns it toward him. You bite your lip to hide your embarrassment.
"I won't kiss you," he assures you. "Don't worry, I won't do it... unless you ask me to," he says with a smile. You raise your eyebrows. Of course you won't ask him.
"You know I won't do it. But you're teasing me, I can tell," you say honestly. Jungkook laughs softly, revealing a row of perfect teeth.
"You know teasing you is my favorite thing to do," he says, and you roll your eyes. You want to reply that now is not the time for that, but at that moment you feel his lips touch your ear. "I want to eat you, do you allow me?"
You nervously swallow, feeling your body tense with anticipation.
"Yes," you whisper, and you see his obvious satisfaction with your answer.
Jungkook moves lower, spreading your legs and opening you up. He looks at your wet pussy and feels his cock getting harder. He knows he's going to enjoy you to the fullest today.
First, his lips touch the inside of your thigh, and you feel goosebumps running down your skin. He takes his time, kissing your skin, slowly moving higher. His tongue slides over your sensitive area, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold back a moan. His movements are confident but gentle as he explores you. Your swollen clitoris is too sensitive, and you catch yourself thinking that you might orgasm too quickly.
His fingers join his tongue, gently penetrating you, and you feel your body tremble with pleasure. He knows what he's doing, and it drives you crazy. His tongue circles your clitoris, and his fingers move in perfect rhythm, bringing you to the edge. You feel the tension building, and when his tongue makes one last, precise movement, you can't hold back. Your body jerks, and you come, moaning loudly as the orgasm washes over you.
Jungkook rises, his lips glistening with your juices, and he leans over you, pressing his hard cock, still hidden under his jeans, right into your pussy. You feel his hardness, and it makes your body tense again in anticipation of more.
His breath is hot, tickling your lips, and you open your eyes to meet his gaze. But your gaze falls treacherously back to his lips, to that piercing that beckons you so. You admit to yourself that you want to kiss him, and the thought scares you because it's forbidden.
"It's time for you to get undressed," you say, trying to sound confident, even though your voice breaks with excitement.
"I can make you come again without even getting undressed," he says, his voice full of confidence. You snort, hugging his shoulders.
"You sound too bold, as usual," you reply, then slide your hands down his torso, touching the edge of his T-shirt.
Jungkook smiles slightly, but lets you pull his T-shirt off. When his body is exposed, you can't help but admire it: his sculpted muscles, the tattoos covering his entire arm and extending onto his chest. His lip piercing glitters in the light of the lamps as he leans toward you again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling how warm his skin is beneath your fingers. He starts rubbing against your pussy, still in his jeans, and you feel your clit come alive again from the stimulation. The sweet sensation between your legs returns, and you moan, unable to hold back.
His nose slides along your jaw, and he whispers,
"You smell so good... I love your scent."
You almost go crazy from his words, from the rubbing of his cock against your pussy, from his hot breath tickling your skin. You almost needed on his kisses so much, but you can't ask him for them, you can't break the rules. His movements become faster, sometimes alternating with sharp ones, and you close your eyes, feeling the pleasure grow. Your legs are wrapped around his buttocks, and you squeeze him tighter, as if you want to hold on to this moment.
"How many times did Sojung make you come in one night?" he suddenly asks. You hear his voice hoarse with desire. He continues to rub against you.
You half-open your eyes, but the orgasm is already approaching, and you don't have time to answer. At that moment, you suddenly remember your boyfriend and what is happening now. Sojung is in the next room with Yujeong, but this thought does not make you jealous or curious. Jungkook has overshadowed everything — your thoughts, your feelings. You only want him. His movements become even more insistent, and you feel your body tremble as you approach orgasm. You close your eyes, throw your head back on the pillow, and moan as a second orgasm overwhelms you, making you tremble beneath him.
Jungkook stops, giving you time to catch your breath, but his body is still pressed against yours. You can feel his hard cock still pressing against you, and it makes you want more. It becomes incredibly interesting to feel him inside you.
He leans closer, his lips dangerously close to yours again, and you feel your will weakening. You want to kiss him so badly, and it scares you more than anything that has happened before.
"You still haven't answered my question," he reminds you. You breathe in quickly and heavily, trying to calm down after your second orgasm.
"Twice," you say the truth, although you probably should have lied. Jungkook made you come twice without even taking his clothes off, and Sojung brought you to orgasm only with his fingers and his cock a few times. In fact, your sex with Sojung was nowhere near what you felt between you and Jungkook. You enjoyed being with your boyfriend and loved to please him, but he never treated your body with the same attention as Jungkook did.
"Only twice?" he raised an eyebrow, as if not believing your words. Then he smiled confidently. "He should try harder for a woman like you."
You don't know how to respond to his words. You're scared that you like what he's saying, but he's criticizing your boyfriend, so you have to defend him somehow.
"He tries hard, maybe it's because of me," you say. You really thought so, because you rarely felt intense pleasure during sex. Every time, you thought, "This is it, it's going to happen," but Sojung finished before you did.
Jongkook leans toward you again, pressing his body against yours. He runs his eyes over your face, enjoying your beauty.
"If a woman is unsatisfied during sex, it's not her problem, it's the problem of the man who is fucking her," he replies, justifying you. You like what he says, but you still have doubts. Although Jungkook was able to make you come twice without even taking his clothes off.
"What about you? How many times did you make Yujeong come?" you ask, trying to divert attention from yourself.
"Five times," he says with a hint of pride. You widen your eyes. Five? Is it really possible to make someone come five times in one night?
"Are you kidding?" you ask with irony in your voice. Jungkook bites his piercing and you can't help but stare at the movement. "You fucked her for a day so she could cum that many times?" you joke. Jungkook smiles.
"Yes. It was almost a day," he confirms. You look up sharply, looking into his eyes, and realize that he is more than serious. "It's a shame I don't have a day with you, I would make you cum even more times."
You shake your head, laughing hysterically at his words.
"Don't be silly. I'd die if you fucked me for 24 hours," you joke. But Jungkook doesn't find it funny. He suddenly thrusts his hips, making you gasp.
"You wouldn't die. You would have endured every one of those orgasms..." he says quietly. "Fuck... now I won't be able to stop thinking about it," he admits. You raise your eyebrows, feeling him stimulate you again. You know his pants are already completely soaked with your and his cum. You want to take it further, but he's still fully clothed.
"No, Kook," you say, breathing deeply. "Don't even think about it... it'll never happen."
He stops. You look at each other and you see his gaze flash dangerously. You don't like that your friend is saying all these things to you, knowing that tonight will be the only night between you.
"Aren't you tired yet?" he asks, changing the subject.
You smile sarcastically. Your hands involuntarily slide down his back, exploring his muscles, his tattoos, the warmth of his skin.
"Why would I be tired?" you ask in response.
"You haven't had an orgasm more than twice, and I'm going to bring you to at least one more. Are you sure you can handle it?" he says cheekily. You look into his eyes, ready to accept his challenge.
"I can handle you better than you think, Jeon," you reply. His hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them gently.
"Then say my name, and I'll show you what I'm capable of,"
You hold your breath, feeling your body respond to him again, even though you've just had two orgasms. His closeness, his scent, his voice — it all makes you forget about the rules, about Sojung, about Yujeong. You want to say his name, but something inside you still resists. You bite your lip, trying to collect your thoughts, but Jungkook seems to sense your hesitation. He leans even closer, his lips almost touching yours, and you feel your heart skip a beat.
"Say it," he whispers, his voice sounding like temptation. "Just say my name."
You feel your will melting under his gaze. You give in and decide to surrender to the feelings that have overwhelmed you inside. Your heart pounds, you swallow the lump in your throat, and your voice is barely audible as you whisper his name:
"Jungkook..." You pull him closer, your lips close to his ear, and repeat, almost touching his skin, "Kook…"
He freezes, and you feel his whole body tense up. He turns his face toward you, and you see his eyes darken and his breathing become heavier. His hands squeeze your shoulders, and you feel him struggling with himself not to break the rule. His lips are so close that you can almost taste them, but he clenches his teeth and pulls away, though you can see that it takes a tremendous effort. He looks away, as if trying to collect himself, and begins to undress.
You lie in the middle of the bed, watching him take off his jeans. His movements are smooth, and you can't take your eyes off his body, which is too beautiful to be real. When he takes off his boxers, your breath catches. His cock is large, much larger than Sojun's, and you catch yourself thinking that it must feel incredibly tight, filling you completely. At this thought, your body trembles again with anticipation.
Jungkook takes his cock in his hand, his gaze intense as he reaches for the nightstand where the condom he put there when you first entered the room lies. He tears open the foil, but suddenly stops, his lips stretching into a seductive smile.
"Do you want to give me a blowjob?" he asks, noticing your attentive gaze. His voice is low, with a slight mockery, but there is something in it that makes you feel ashamed. You quickly look up, feeling embarrassment wash over you.
"No," you reply, a little too hastily, your cheeks burning even more. "I... don't do that."
He looks surprised, his lips pressing into a thin line and his eyebrows raising. Jungkook takes a step closer.
"Why?" he asks, his voice soft but full of curiosity. He takes your hand and pulls you to the edge of the bed, where you sit down, and he stands directly in front of you, his cock right in front of your face.
You feel your heart beating in your throat as he places your hand on his cock. You gently wrap your fingers around it, feeling its hardness and warmth beneath your fingertips. You begin to move your hand slowly, and your eyes meet his.
"Sojung says I give terrible blowjobs," you confess, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. And you're a little glad that it's nighttime and the lights in the room are dimmed so he can't see your red face. You lower your eyes, unable to bear your best friend's gaze. "I almost never do that, not even to him."
Jungkook smiles, his fingers touching your chin, gently lifting your face so you look at him.
"I'm not used to believing words," he says, his voice velvety and seductive. "I believe in actions. Try it, and I'll tell you the truth. If I don't like it, you'll know for sure."
His thumb slides across your lower lip, pressing lightly, and you feel your body respond to this simple gesture. Butterflies fill your stomach. Jungkook slips his finger into your mouth, and you instinctively start sucking on it, never taking your eyes off his. His smile widens, and he said,
"I'm already sure that Sojung was wrong."
He removes his finger and takes his cock in his hand. Jungkook slowly runs it across your lips, leaving a wet trail of his precum. You smell him, feel his warmth, and your insides tremble with anticipation. You open your mouth and take him in carefully, shallowly at first, tasting his salty flavor. Then you open your mouth wider, trying to take as much as possible, although you can only manage a little more than half its length. You start moving your tongue, carefully exploring it, and feel how he reacts — his hips twitch slightly, and his hand gently grabs your hair.
You continue to suck him and you like how bold you've suddenly become. Then you really want to satisfy Jungkook the same way he did you. You feel how hard he is on your tongue. Your saliva increases and it starts to drip from the corners of your lips and chin.
"Fuck..." you hear Jungkook's muffled voice. You look up and see that his head is thrown back. His lips are parted, and moans escape from them one after another. Feeling your gaze, he lowers his head. Your eyes meet, and Jungkook swears he will never forget this image. You are his best friend, filling your mouth with his cock, which you suck so well. He pushes his hips into your mouth a little harder and says, "Don't stop... fuck... you're so good at this," he throws his head back again, enjoying your blowjob.
You feel his words ignite you, and your movements become more confident. You suck him, moving your head, and his moans get louder. His fingers grip your hair tighter, but not roughly, as if he's trying to hold himself back.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, lowering his eyes to look at you again. "Your mouth... it's the best I've ever seen in my life."
You feel your body tremble at his words. Sojung never liked your blowjobs, but Jungkook... he likes them, and you can't understand why it causes such a storm of emotions in you. You speed up your movements, feeling him harden even more in your mouth. But you need to catch your breath because your jaw hurts so much, and you let him go, breathing heavily.
Jungkook leans toward you, his face close to yours, and asks,
"Are you okay?"
You nod, feeling your jaw ache, but it gradually calms down.
"Yes," you reply. "I'll continue,"
"You don't have to make me come," he says, reassuring you. "I can come inside you if you want,"
You hold your breath, but something inside you ignites at the thought.
"No," you say, looking him in the eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth,"
Jungkook's eyes darken, and he asks again, his voice rougher with tension:
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," you say, and your confidence surprises even you. "I want this," you take him in your mouth again, and this time you're even bolder. Jungkook starts moving his hips toward your mouth, going deeper and deeper. His hand sinks into your hair again, and he whispers:
"I want your throat... I want to fuck your throat," he doesn't hold back. You don't argue, and you can't respond properly, all you can do is show him your permission by opening your mouth wider, allowing him to go deeper.
You feel him filling you up, and it makes your eyes water, but you don't stop. His moans get louder, and he swears out loud:
"Damn, you're incredible..."
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. Your fingers find his balls, and you gently massage them, feeling his body tense up. His moans are interrupted, and in the next moment, with a loud, hoarse sound, he cums in your mouth. You feel the warm cum, and your throat tightens as you swallow, trying not to miss a drop. His hand is still in your hair, but now it's gently stroking you, as if to thank you.
He takes a step back, breathing heavily, his eyes shining as he looks at you.
"You..." he begins, but his voice breaks, and he just laughs, shaking his head. "You're incredible, how could anyone say you give terrible blowjobs?" he implies your boyfriend.
You feel your cheeks burning, but you're filled with pride. You never thought you could be like this—bold, desirable. Jungkook leans toward you, his face close again, and you feel your heart beating somewhere in your throat. His lips are so close. Fuck. You need at least one kiss from him.
"Do you want more?" he asks tenderly, "Or do you need a break?"
You look into his eyes, feeling your body still trembling with adrenaline and desire. You know that this night has already crossed all the boundaries you set for yourself, and you don't want to stop. Not with him.
"Keep going," you say quietly, your fingers gently sliding over his chest, pausing at his tattoos. "I want more."
He doesn't say anything in response. Jungkook leans in, forcing you back onto the bed. You lie down and he towers over you. His hands slide down your waist and then lower, to the inside of your thighs. You feel his fingers gently but confidently spread your legs. He takes his time, his movements slow, as if he wants to stretch out the moment, enjoying every second.
Jungkook moves lower, his lips touching your skin on your stomach, leaving light, wet kisses that make your body tremble.
You feel his tongue sliding over your skin, leaving a burning trail, and you clench the sheets, trying to hold yourself back. You no longer resist any kisses. His hands hold your hips tightly, and you feel him approaching your pussy, his breath hot and teasing. But suddenly he turns back to your face, his fingers spreading your folds, and then one of his fingers penetrates your passage. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. But when he adds another finger, you can no longer control anything.
"Jungkook..." you whisper, and his name sounds like a plea.
"You're so beautiful when you moan my name," he says, and you feel his breath on your lips.
He lies down next to you, his warm flesh pressing against your thigh. You realize he still isn't wearing a condom, and the moment you think it, he asks:
"Do you want without a condom?"
You were at the limit of your abilities. What was happening between you was pure madness for you. And in fact, you wanted to, but you couldn't cross that line. Jungkook is not your boyfriend after all. He's your damn best friend, and you completely forgot about that.
"No... put on a condom," you say, breathing heavily. Jungkook doesn't answer right away. He digs his long fingers into you, and you swear that in another moment you'll come just from his fingers finding your sensitive spot.
"Are you sure? We may not use it. No one will find out..."
He speeds up his movements inside you and you squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
"Kook..." you say, not knowing what you want. You're ready for anything just to reach orgasm.
"Yes, my girl," he whispers.
"Come in," you say, without specifying whether with or without a condom.
"I'll do it," he replies, "But you have to cum from my fingers."
Jungkook continues to move his fingers inside you, his movements rhythmic, precise, as if he knows your body better than you do. You feel the tension building in your lower abdomen, your walls tightening around his fingers, responding to his every movement. His thumb gently touches your clitoris, but his main focus is on a spot inside that he seems to have found with incredible precision. You moan, throwing your head back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin.
"Kook..." you whisper again, and your hips move involuntarily toward his hand. You feel your body surrendering, losing control. His fingers move faster, deeper, and you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you with new force. It's unlike any orgasm you've ever had before — it's something deeper, more intense, originating somewhere inside you.
In an instant, your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, and you feel an orgasm wash over you, making your hips tremble. You arch your back on the bed, your moans filling the room, and you can't believe that this happened just from his fingers, with almost no contact with your clitoris. Your body throbs, and you feel your walls continue to squeeze his fingers, as if they don't want to let go.
Jungkook slowly stops moving, giving you time to come to your senses. You open your eyes, still breathing heavily, and see him looking at you with a barely noticeable smile. His fingers are still inside you, and you feel them move gently as your walls slowly relax.
"Oops, unplanned orgasm," he jokes, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of playfulness. "Three times already. Did you like it?"
You can't answer with words, only nodding, feeling your cheeks burn with pleasure. He slowly removes his fingers, and you almost moan at the loss of contact. Jungkook brings them to his lips, licking them slowly, with obvious pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, and the gesture looks so sexy.
"I can't wait for your walls to squeeze my cock like that," he says, and his words make you gasp. His voice is full of anticipation, and you see him take his cock in his hand, bringing it to your entrance, positioning himself between your legs. You notice that he hasn't put on a condom, and alarm flashes through your mind, but the desire is so strong that you can't bring yourself to stop him.
Jungkook slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance, and you feel him begin to sink in. His size makes you tense up—he's much bigger than Sojung, and the first few inches as he pushes in are accompanied by sharp pain. You squeeze his biceps, which you've wrapped your arms around, your body instinctively resisting, and you let out a quiet moan that sounds more like a complaint.
He stops, his nose gently sliding under your jaw, leaving a light, soothing trail.
"Relax, baby," he murmurs, his voice soft but with a hint of tension. "If you tense up like that, I'll come sooner than I should."
You bite your lip, feeling the pain mix with desire.
"I can't... it hurts," you admit, your voice sounding quiet.
Jungkook doesn't continue to enter you. His cock isn't even halfway inside you. You see him look at your lips, then look into your eyes.
"Let me kiss you," he asks, but you immediately shake your head, remembering the rules.
"No, we can't," you say, even though your heart is screaming otherwise. But you can't cross that line. You already let him fuck you without a condom. He sighs, but doesn't give up.
"Then at least let me kiss your neck. It'll help you relax, trust me."
You hesitate, your thoughts confused. You know that kissing your neck is a line you set for yourself, but his voice, his closeness, makes you weak.
"Okay... just my neck," you finally agree, and your words sound like surrender.
Jungkook doesn't keep you waiting. His lips gently touch your neck, and you feel a wave of warmth spread throughout your body. His tongue slides across your skin, leaving a wet trail, and you moan, unable to hold back. He gently sucks on your neck. You panic, thinking that if there are marks, Sojung will be unhappy.
"Be careful, Kook," you whisper, "If there's even one red mark, I'll strangle you," you threaten, and your words sound half-serious. You feel him smile against your skin.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," he mumbles, continuing to kiss you between your jaw and neck. His kisses become more sensual, and you feel your body relax under his touch. The pain gradually recedes, and you feel him slowly pushing deeper, filling you completely.
You both freeze as he enters you completely. The sensation is so intense that you can't believe how good it can be. His cock fills you so tightly that you feel him too strongly, even his pulsations. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his lips still close to yours, but he is controlling himself without breaking the rule.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he whispers, his voice trembling with tension. He makes a few slow, careful thrusts, giving you time to get used to it. The pain is still there, but it mixes with pleasure, and you feel your body begin to respond to him, moving in time with him.
He starts to move faster, his thrusts becoming deeper but still controlled. You moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Jungkook changes the angle, lifting your hips, and you feel him hit that same sensitive spot inside that his fingers found. His every movement makes you enjoy it, and with that, you feel a new wave of pleasure building.
"So this is what Sojung feels," he whispers, "He's lucky to have been fucking you for so long."
You want to argue, to tell him to stop giving you all these compliments. You can't accept them from him because his words make it seem like Jungkook had always dreamed of fucking you. He never showed you that he wanted you, the most there was between you was playful flirting. But everything he says and does today makes you think that he specifically suggested swinging so he could finally fuck you.
You open your mouth to scold him, but his lips are on your neck again, and you can only moan his name. He feels your walls squeezing him, and it makes him move even more insistently.
"You're so beautiful... fucking damn... so beautiful under me," he whispers.
Jungkook suddenly stops and gently pulls out of you. You look at him in surprise, but he just smiles, his eyes shining with desire.
"Turn over," he says, his voice sounding like a command, but with a hint of tenderness. You obediently roll onto your stomach, and he lifts your hips, bringing you to your knees. You feel his hands grip your buttocks tightly as he enters you again, this time from behind.
This position allows him to penetrate even deeper, and you moan as you feel him fill you to the brim.
His thrusts are still rhythmic, and you feel your body eagerly accepting each of his thrusts. His hands slide down your back, squeezing your buttocks, and you hear him moan your name.
"You're perfect... you were made for this," he says, and his words make you moan.
Your head hits the mattress as he speeds up. You're in absolute ecstasy, which is why your moans are so loud. You press your lips against the sheet to somehow muffle the moans that turn into screams. Jungkook stops again. He slips out, and you fall onto the bed. He gently turns you onto your side and settles down next to you. His cock is inside you, and it's perfect. He squeezes your breasts while fucking you, and you literally don't want this night to end. You feel his lips touching your ear. His rapid breathing tickles your skin.
"Remember who fucked you the best..." he says, his voice vibrating in your chest. He squeezes your chest hard and thrusts deeply and sharply, "It was your best friend,"
You can't think straight, and you're not even going to react now, but you'll definitely scold him later if he reminds you of those words.
Jungkook lays you on your back without pulling out. He presses your legs against his hips, bending them at the knees, and this time he starts fucking you quickly and very deeply. You can't take this stimulation. You bite your lips until they hurt so you don't scream across the room.
"Come on, moan for me," Jungkook orders, and it adds fuel to the fire of your arousal. "I deserve these screams."
And you literally scream. He presses himself as close as he can, his head falling between your neck and shoulder, and you moan into his ear. You feel the orgasm coming. This time it's even more powerful than the previous ones, and you can't hold back the last loudest scream as your body shudders from the strongest orgasm you've ever felt. Your consciousness blurs for a moment, and you feel your walls squeeze his cock so hard that Jungkook lets out a hoarse moan, barely holding back.
He thrusts a few more times and pulls out at the last moment, and you feel his warm cum spill onto your stomach. You're breathing heavily, your throat sore from screaming and dryness. Jungkook lingers on top of you, looking between your bodies, assessing the situation.
Finally, he climbs off you and lies down next to you, his chest heaving from rapid breathing. You lie silently for a few seconds, and you feel your body still trembling from the afterglow of orgasm. Then Jungkook touches your stomach and begins to rub his cum into it.
His fingers slowly slide across your skin, rubbing the warm liquid over your stomach, and you feel goosebumps running down your body from this intimate, almost possessive gesture. You're still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling, your heart pounding so loudly that you're sure he can hear it. Jungkook turns his face toward you, his eyes shining in the dim light, a faint smile playing on his lips that is both irritating and mesmerizing.
"Are you alive?" he asks with a slight sneer, but there is concern in his voice. His fingers stop but remain on your skin, as if he doesn't want to lose this connection.
You snort, trying to collect your thoughts, but your body still feels foreign—relaxed, vulnerable, yet filled with incredible energy.
"Barely," you reply, your voice hoarse, almost inaudible. You turn your head toward him, and your eyes meet. His eyes are so dark, so deep, that you feel yourself sinking into them.
He laughs softly, and the sound makes your heart ache.
"I warned you it would be hard to bear," he says, and his smile widens, smug but not arrogant.
You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling slightly.
"But I did it," you protest against his words. He raises one eyebrow and smiles slyly.
"Barely," he teases, repeating your words. You click your tongue demonstratively.
"You're unbearable," you mutter, but there is no malice in your words. You turn away from him and feel strange... free, as if this night has lifted some invisible burden from you that you didn't even suspect was there.
Jungkook reaches out with his other hand, his fingers gently touching your hair, brushing a strand away from your face.
"You're beautiful when you're angry," he says, and his voice sounds sincere.
"Stop it," you finally say to him, but your words sound weak, almost like a plea. You don't want him to keep saying things like that, because every word he says makes your heart beat faster and your thoughts get confused. It's just an experiment, you remind yourself. But then why does it feel like everything has changed?
He doesn't answer, just leans closer, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. His lips stop a few millimeters from your skin, and you freeze, afraid to move. You know he won't kiss you — he respects the rules — but this closeness makes your body tense with anticipation.
"I want to... and I will to tell you that’s. I always tell you the truth, whatever it may be."
You hold your breath, then turn your head sharply toward him, shocked by his words. You doubt that he has always told you the truth. Your intuition tells you that he has been hiding something, and it concerns you directly. And tonight has shown you that. You look at his lips, which are once again dangerously close.
"Are you sure you've always told me the truth?" you ask. Jungkook freezes for a moment, then leans back, looking straight into your eyes.
"I'm sure..." he replies firmly, "What kind of question is that?" he asks. You fall silent, suddenly realizing that your guesses may be just that—guesses. You're afraid to say them out loud, so you quickly decide to brush it off.
"Just asked," you say and start to get out of bed, but Jungkook won't let you. He pulls you back, pressing you against the mattress.
"If you want to say something, say it now. There may not be another chance," he says, hinting that you've guessed something. You look at him and hesitate to tell him that you've noticed he wanted sex between you, or if it's just your silly imagination. You decide that it sounds strange and that if you voice your guesses, he will laugh at you.
"I don't want to say anything," you reply. Jungkook is silent, probably thinking about your question and your words, and at that moment you become curious about what is going on in his head. "So... can you let me go so I can take a shower?"
"No," he replies. Jungkook lies closer, his hand sliding to your waist, and he presses against you to keep you from leaving. "After sex, there has to be aftercare, and then you can take a shower,"
"What aftercare?" you ask indignantly, looking at his face.
"Aftercare, which is important after intense sex," he replies as if it's obvious. He leans away from your shoulder, to which he was leaning, and meets your surprised gaze. "What? Don't you and Sojung have aftercare after sex? You fuck, then immediately jump in the shower and go to sleep?" he says ironically. You snort and turn away.
"That's between Sojung and me. Aftercare is part of a relationship, and you and I are not in a relationship," you snort. Jongkook's gaze darkens, and you catch a slight irritation in his eyes. Jungkook didn't answer you, he just pushed you onto your side and wrapped his arms around you. His soft cock pressed against your buttocks, and his face rested on your shoulder.
"Hey, I want to take a shower..." you protested.
"You can go after I'm done with you," he said with a slight note of authority in his voice. You were indignant, but in your mind you couldn't help but admit that you liked what he did and said.
"I thought we were done," you said sarcastically.
"Almost," he mumbled. You allow yourself to relax in his arms. You lie silently, and you feel his steady breathing. Jungkook's fingers lazily draw invisible patterns on your skin. This moment seems too intimate, too close for what was supposed to be just an experiment.
You lie there in each other's arms for who knows how long, and you feel your eyelids getting heavy. You know that tomorrow everything will go back to normal — you'll go back to Sojung, he'll go back to Yujeong, and you'll just be friends again. But will everything be the same as it was before?
You lie on Sojung's chest, your ear pressed against his skin. You hear his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling. His fingers lazily slide down your back, but this gesture, which used to seem so comforting to you, now somehow irritates you.
You just had sex, but you didn't orgasm again, skillfully faking it as always. Disappointment haunts you, and you can't shake the thought that the last time you felt real pleasure was that night with Jungkook. Almost a week has passed, and you still can't forget that night. You started comparing Sojung to Jungkook, and every time your boyfriend lost to your best friend in every way — in attention, in tenderness, in how he made your body tremble with excitement.
"Y/N," Sojung called you. You mumbled, not wanting to look up. "You never told me how your night with Jungkook went," he said, and you didn't notice how you held your breath. Your body tenses involuntarily, and you move away from him, lying down next to him on the bed so he can't hear your heart beating wildly.
You force yourself to breathe evenly, trying to hide your excitement. Memories of that night with Jungkook — his touch, his voice, his words — still make your skin burn, and warmth spreads through your lower abdomen. You can't let Sojung notice how much it bothers you. Pulling yourself together, you force yourself to speak in a casual tone, as if it means nothing.
"It's was ordinary, sex as just sex, nothing special," you reply, shrugging your shoulders, your voice sounding deliberately indifferent. You quickly change the subject to distract attention from you. "How was it with Yujeong?"
Sojung doesn't rush to answer. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a slight smile appear on his lips, and for some reason it gives you a strange feeling. He turns back to you, his eyes shining as he finally says,
"She's good. Sexy. Jungkook is lucky to have her. She gave me the perfect blowjob. Now I understand why he's dating her. She looks dumb, but she's experienced in bed. It seems your friend doesn't care about the intellectual side of women."
His words hang in the air, and you react more to the irony directed at Jungkook than to what he says about how much he enjoyed Yujeong's blowjob.
You should have felt at least a slight pang of jealousy, but... nothing. You surprise yourself — his words don't affect you. You thought you should feel at least some offense or irritation, but instead you just remember how Jungkook praised your blowjob, how his eyes darkened with excitement, how he moaned your name. You knew he wasn't lying — his reaction was too sincere, too real to be fake.
To hide your true feelings, you force yourself to feign jealousy.
"What, is she really that good? Better than me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow and adding a note of playful offense to your voice.
Sojung laughs, his laughter light and carefree. He leans toward you, his lips touching yours in a quick kiss.
"You know your blowjobs have always been terrible," he says, smiling as if it's obvious. "But in everything else, you're better than her, no doubt about it."
His words should be a compliment, but for some reason they cut like a knife. You feel an unpleasant sensation rising in your chest, and his embrace as he pulls you close no longer feels as warm and comforting as it used to. You remember how Jungkook called you incredible, how he made you feel desired, and it only deepens your disappointment. Why doesn't Sojung see in you what Jungkook saw?
Sojung pulls you closer to him, and you force yourself to relax in his embrace, even though everything inside you is tightening up.
"Jungkook didn't kiss you, did he?" he suddenly breaks the silence. You freeze for a moment, but quickly pull yourself together.
"No, of course not," you reply firmly. "It was forbidden." But you didn't mention how Jungkook's lips touched your neck, how his kisses left burning marks on your skin, and how you neglected to use a condom. These secrets weigh heavily on your conscience, but you can't confess.
You lift your head to look at him, and suddenly your gaze falls on his neck. There, at the back, where the skin almost merges with the nape of the neck, you notice a faint hickey that has already begun to fade. You blink, not believing your eyes—how could you not have noticed this before? Your heart sinks, and you frown involuntarily.
"What's that?" you ask, looking at his neck. Your voice sounds calm, but inside you feel suspicion boiling up. Sojung doesn't even turn around to check what you're talking about.
"I pressed my pen there when I was having an important meeting with investors," he brushes it off, and his answer sounds too quick, too rehearsed. You feel your insides clench—he didn't even ask what you meant, as if he knew immediately what you were talking about. His words sound like a rehearsed excuse, and that only reinforces your doubts.
You decide to press him.
"Are you sure you pressed it? Maybe Yujeong left it?" you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral, even though the tension is building in your chest. He turns to you, his face calm, but you notice his eyes avoid yours for a moment.
"Of course not, what Yujeong? I didn't break the rule because..." he replies confidently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "I only want to and can kiss you." His lips touch yours, and you respond to the kiss, but something inside you screams that he's lying. You can feel it in his touch, in the way he rushes to reassure you.
You force yourself to pull away, smiling as if his words have calmed you.
"Okay," you say quietly, though your thoughts are buzzing like an angry beehive. You get out of bed, feeling the need to walk away, to collect your thoughts. You throw on a light robe, tying it at the waist, and notice Sojung reaching for his phone. His fingers quickly scroll through the screen, and you can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.
You go to the bathroom to take a shower, and when the water touches your skin, you feel the tension in your chest ease a little. The image of Jungkook pops into your head—his smile, his dark eyes, his voice whispering how beautiful you are. The water runs down your face. You wash your face and then close your eyes, trying to push these thoughts away, but they keep coming back.
When you return to the bedroom, Sojung is sitting on the bed, holding his phone in his hand.
"I'm being sent on a business trip to Jeju," he says, without looking up from the screen. "For a week."
Your heart sinks with disappointment.
"For a week? Wow, you've never been sent away for so long," you say, trying to hide your disappointment. "Can I go with you?"
He shakes his head, finally looking up at you. He gets up and walks over to you. His hands wrap around your waist.
"I’m think it doesn’t have point. There won't even be time for the beach. It's an important test, I'll be busy all day. It's better if I take a vacation later and we go there together and have a good time. Okay, honey?"
His words sound reasonable, but you can't shake the feeling that you'll be lonely. You nod, forcing yourself to smile.
"Okay, it's a deal," you say, but your mind is spinning with thoughts of his lies, the hickey on his neck, how he avoided your gaze, and how he won't be around for a week.
Sojun goes to take a shower, and when he comes back, you're already lying in bed, pretending to be tired. Your head is full of doubts, and you can't shake the feeling that the night with Jungkook has changed not only your relationship with Sojun, but also you yourself. You close your eyes, but instead of sleep, memories of his touch and his words come back to you, and you realize that it will be impossible to forget.
The next day, you wake up before Sojung. He is still asleep, his face relaxed, but you can't look at him without remembering that barely noticeable hickey. You get up quietly, trying not to wake him, and go to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. While the coffee maker is making you a cappuccino, you take out your phone and notice a message from Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat when you see his name on the screen. You haven't talked to him since that night, being busy with your usual life.
📲 Yesterday. 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "How are you? Is everything okay?"
He writes, and his words seem so simple, so friendly, but you feel your cheeks burning. You hesitate, not knowing what to say. But your fingers type a short message on their own:
📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "Everything's fine. How about you?"
You press "send" and are surprised when his reply comes almost instantly.
📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "Everything's fine,"
You can't help but smile. But after comes another message from him.
📱 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "But I miss your screams 😏"
Your heart is pounding again, and you feel something dangerous awakening inside you, something that could destroy everything you have with Sojung.
📱Today. 9:37 a.m. | You: "You can come over, and hear my screams at you 😆😌"
You write to support his joke, which you liked.
📲 Today. 9:37 a.m. | Kook 💋: "No need to screams at me. I need your other screams,"
He writes, and you freeze. You notice your fingers trembling and feel aroused by his message. You remember how he made you scream, and a wave of heat runs down your spine. You ignore the coffee machine that has already made you a cup of cappuccino, and with trembling fingers, you type a message to Jungkook.
📱Today. 9:38 a.m. | You: "Silly"
You type and send.
You are with Sojung, Jungkook, and Yujeong again. Sojung suggested renting a barbecue cottage to relax before an exhausting business trip to Jeju. You were nervous when you first met Jungkook after that night, but he seemed to be acting as usual. He was the Jungkook you had known since childhood.
You sat on the terrace of the cozy cottage. The air was warm, filled with the smell of grilled meat and the lightness of a summer evening.
Jungkook stood by the grill, skillfully turning the juicy pieces of meat, his movements confident and effortless. You tried to look calm, but your eyes kept returning to him. His broad shoulders, the tattoos peeking out from under the short sleeves of his T-shirt, and those long fingers that wielded the knife so skillfully made your thoughts wander down a lewd path. You remembered how those same fingers had touched you, how they had found the most sensitive spot on your body, bringing you to orgasm, and those memories made you feel hot. You scolded yourself in your mind:
"This is Jungkook, your friend. You can't look at him like that. You can't think of him that way."
But every time he laughed or glanced in your direction, your heart skipped a beat.
When the meat was cooked, the four of you sat down at the table.
Sojung sat next to you, his hand resting on your waist, and you tried to focus on his warmth, on his words, but all you felt was the tension building inside you. Yujeong sat across from you, laughing at another one of Jungkook's jokes, and when he put his arm around her shoulders or kissed her lightly on the temple, you felt something hot and sharp flare up in your chest. Jealousy. You had no right to feel it, but you did, and you hated yourself for it.
To drown out these feelings, you reached for the bottle of soju and filled your glass. You drank quickly, too quickly, and only Jungkook seemed to notice. His eyes lingered on you a little longer, and there was a hint of concern in them, but you didn't notice because you were trying to ignore him.
The evening grew darker, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the warm light of the lanterns on the terrace created a cozy atmosphere. You felt relaxed from the alcohol, but at the same time, your consciousness was on edge — not a single action or word from Jungkook escaped your attention, even though you tried hard to ignore him. You tried not to pay attention to him, focusing on the conversation, but it was useless.
The conversations at the table were varied: about food, business, leisure, alcohol, and also sex. Sojung started talking about that night — the night of the swingers party. His voice was light, almost playful.
"You know, it was an interesting experience, right? Something new, something that made us all look at ourselves differently," he said, sipping soju. You felt your face burning from the alcohol, or maybe something else? You stubbornly avoided Jungkook's gaze, which you were sure was directed right at you. His eyes seemed to pierce your skin, and you could feel them even without looking.
Jungkook joined the conversation, his voice calm but with a hint of mischief.
"Yes, it was definitely... unforgettable," he said, and you feel how his tone that made your insides clench. You gripped your glass tighter, trying to hide your excitement.
You all had another glass of soju, and the atmosphere became even more relaxed. Suddenly, Sojung smiled and suggested,
"How about we do it again? What do you think?"
You froze. Have sex with Jungkook again? It was like a dream that had suddenly become reality. You knew that Sojung probably wanted to experience that "perfect blowjob" from Yujeong again, but you didn't care. All you could think about was Jungkook, and the opportunity to have another incredible sex with him. Because your attraction to him was bordering on insanity. You wanted him, and that thought was so strong that it overshadowed everything else.
You finished your soju, laughing and talking, but the tension between you and Jungkook was palpable. When you finally went to your bedrooms, you went to Jungkook's room, which was supposed to be his and Yujeong's, but now would be yours. Your heart was pounding as you crossed the threshold, and the door closed quietly behind you.
Jungkook turned to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and his lips stretched into a wide smile.
"I didn't think I'd get another chance to fuck your tight pussy," he said, his voice full of playful anticipation. You felt your walls tighten in anticipation. The alcohol and desire made you bolder than usual. So you stepped away from Jungkook and slipped off your light summer dress, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook's eyes darkened as his gaze slid over your body.
You approached him, your movements confident, almost aggressive, and began to quickly undress him, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He laughed, surprised by your persistence.
"Did you miss me that much?" he joked. Your hands moved down to his pants. You unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his buttocks along with his boxer shorts. "Even I am more patient than you," he said, watching your impatient movements.
You ignored his jokes and grabbed his cock, feeling its hardness under your fingers, and began to slowly move your hand. Jungkook held his breath, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You moved closer, so close that your lips almost touched his, and whispered,
"Fuck me as good as last time... No, do it better."
He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense, almost burning.
"Don't worry, I'll do it," he said, his voice low and full of promise. His fingers slipped under your underwear, caressing your clitoris, then penetrated your passage. You moaned, but quickly stopped him.
"I don't need caresses. I need your cock. Now," you said, and your directness made him laugh.
"You really are impatient for my cock," he said, his eyes shining with surprise and pleasure. "I like that."
You pushed him onto the bed, quickly pulling off your thong, and climbed onto his lap. Slowly lowering yourself onto his cock, you felt the familiar pain, but this time it was mixed with impatience and desire. You squeezed his shoulders, hissing in discomfort, but at the same time whispering,
"God, it feels so good to have you inside me."
Jungkook groaned as you wrapped yourself tightly around him, and his hands squeezed your buttocks firmly. You began to move, and he stimulated your clitoris with his thumb, making your body tremble.
"Did you really want me that much all this time?" he asked with a satisfied smile, but his voice was low with arousal. You nodded without holding back.
"I couldn't stop thinking about that night, about what you did to me," you confessed, the alcohol making your words bolder. If you had been sober, you would never have admitted to him what you thought about him.
He smiled, his eyes flashing.
"I've been thinking about you too. All the time," he said, and his words made you feel those damn butterflies in your stomach again. You smiled too and looked him straight in the eyes.
"You wanted to hear my screams, right? If you want them again, try harder," you joked, remembering his words about screams that he wrote to you in a text message.
Jungkook laughed low and deep. He licked his lips, lingering on his piercing.
"I forgot how bold you could be when you're drunk," he leaned toward your lips and said, "and I'm going a little crazy over you..."
You felt absolute satisfaction from his words. You were also crazy about Jungkook, and the more you thought about him, the more your impatience grew.
"I'll make you scream, I promise," Jungkook promised. You were both drunk, and you felt that this sex could be even better than it was before because you weren't as tense as the first time.
You continue to move on his cock, but Jungkook has to stop you because he wants to taste your breasts. He quickly took off your bra and threw it on the floor. His lips found your breasts, kissing them so hard that you felt a slight pain, but it only added fuel to the fire. His hands squeezed your breasts, leaving marks, and he thrust his hips toward your movements, making you both moan with pleasure.
Suddenly, Jungkook suggested changing positions.
"Let's do it standing up," he said, and you obediently slid off him, bracing your hands on the bed. He entered you from behind, his thrusts were strong and deep, and you couldn't hold back your cries as you felt his cock fill you to the brim. Each of his movements made your body sink into sweet oblivion, but he stopped again, not bringing you to orgasm. He turned you toward him, pulling you so close that his hot breath mingled with yours.
"I want to see your face when you come," he said, his voice full of desire. You smiled, feeling your heart beat in unison with his.
"I don't mind looking into your eyes when I come on your cock," you replied, and your boldness made his eyes flash.
Jungkook couldn't hold back and kissed you. His lips were hot, insistent, and you felt fireworks explode in your head. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours in a sensual, deep dance, and you responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was desired, long-awaited, and it made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. His lips tasted of soju and something uniquely him, and you couldn't get enough of the sensation. His hard cock pressed against your pussy, and you wanted him to fill you again as soon as possible.
He abruptly broke the kiss, his eyes filled with anxiety.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said, expecting you to scold him for breaking the rules. But you just looked at him, your eyes shining with excitement, and pulled him back to you.
"Kiss me again" you whispered, your lips trembling with desire. "I want you to kiss me. We won't tell anyone."
Jungkook froze, his gaze darkening, and you could see in his eyes how much you turned him on.
"You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice trembling with tension. He laid you down on the bed, his movements quick but gentle, and entered you again. His lips found yours, and this time the kiss was hungry, even more greedy than before. He kissed you as if he wanted to take your breath away, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you responded with equal passion, intertwining your tongue with his.
He fucked you almost all night long. The kisses were endless, his lips alternating between your lips and neck, leaving barely visible marks on your skin. Each of his thrusts was strong but controlled, and you felt your body respond to him as if you were made for each other.
There was more than one orgasm that night — you lost count of how many times your body trembled with pleasure, and Jungkook seemed to enjoy you as much as you enjoyed him. You finished having sex, and after a short break, you made love again. Each orgasm was intense, all-consuming, making your body tremble in his arms. You screamed his name, and he moaned in response, his movements quickening as he approached his own climax.
You actually lost your voice because Jungkook was greedy for your moans and did everything to give you maximum pleasure.
Sojung went on a business trip, and you continued to go about your usual business. You were at home, and when you came out of the bathroom, your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You lay down in bed, covering yourself halfway with the blanket. Jungkook's name appeared on the screen, and you felt your heart beating wildly.
The last time you had sex was crazy. You were drunk and let him cross a line that shouldn't have been crossed. You didn't realize then that it would actually drive Jungkook crazy. After that night, he wasn't himself. At first, he ignored you for a few days, and then late at night, on the last day before Sojun's departure, he sent you a text message.
📲 11:45 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I can't stop thinking about you."
You remember how you almost fainted when you read his message. You went into the kitchen so that Sojung wouldn't suddenly look at your phone. You started shaking, and with trembling fingers you typed a reply.
📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Kook, stop. Don't text me like that."
His reply came instantly, and his words made you feel both quietly horrified and thrilled at the same time.
📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Damn, I can't. I really can't. You're constantly on my mind. I want you."
You caught yourself thinking that he might be drunk and asked to make sure.
📱11:46 p.m. | You: "Are you drunk or something? Why are you saying that?"
He replied a second later:
📲 11:46 p.m. | Kook 💋: "No."
📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sober."
📲 11:47 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm sitting in my car outside your house."
Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he come? Has he completely lost his mind? You felt panic and anger at the same time. Your fingers trembled, but they tapped furiously on the screen.
📱11:47 p.m. | You: "Are you out of your mind? Why did you come to my house?"
📲 11:48 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Come out to me"
You clutched your phone in your hands and felt panic mixed with a strange, forbidden excitement. You knew you had to end this conversation as quickly as possible, because every step you took in this conversation only made the situation worse, but his words — "I want you" — burned in your mind as if engraved with fire. You scolded yourself for letting it go this far, for allowing all the boundaries that shouldn't have been crossed to be crossed.
📱 11:49 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, I'm not coming out. Sojung is doesn’t sleep. You can't just come over in the middle of the night. Go home."
You sent the message, trying to convince him, but your fingers were shaking, and thoughts were spinning in your head about him standing below, under your house, so close and yet so unreachable. You waited for his reply, and when your phone vibrated, your chest tightened.
📲 11:49 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Lie to him. Come out. We need to talk about what's going on between us."
You bit your lip, feeling your thoughts jumble together. Talk? What does he want to say? And what the hell is going on between you? You knew it was dangerous, that every glance, every word drew you deeper into this forbidden abyss, but you couldn't ignore how strongly he attracted you.
📱 11:50 p.m. | You: "Nothing is happening between us, Jungkook. We're friends. That sex was just part of the exchange, that's all. I have Sojung, I love him. You have Yujeong. We can't cross that line again."
You sent the message, trying to convince not only him but also yourself. But deep down, you knew your words were just a weak attempt to hide the truth. You couldn't stop thinking about him, about how his hands slid across your skin, how his lips left burning marks on your neck. How his kisses were like a drug. You scolded yourself for it, but thoughts of Jungkook filled your mind, and you couldn't get rid of them.
📲 11:51 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Friends? Are you serious? You made me feel obsessed with you, and now you say you love Sojung? Don't lie. I know you feel the same way I do."
His words hit you like a slap in the face. You felt your face flush, and your fingers froze over the screen. He was right — you weren't being honest. But what could you do? Ruin everything you had with Sojung? Ruin your friendship with Jungkook? You knew you couldn't let that happen, but his persistence made your heart tremble.
📱 11:53 p.m. | You: "Jungkook, please. Don't do this. Don't ruin everything. We can't be anything but friends. We have partners, and I don't want to lose you as a friend. That sex was an experiment, and we have to leave it in the past. Calm down, please."
You sent the message and felt your eyes sting with tears. You didn't want him to disappear from your life, but you knew you couldn't allow yourself to give in to this feeling. Jungkook didn't reply, and you felt your heart tighten with guilt and fear. You had made a mistake by letting the situation go this far, and now you were afraid you would lose him forever.
He didn't text or call for the next few days, and you tried to get back to your normal life, but thoughts of him wouldn't leave you. You replayed your conversations, his words, his voice in your head, and each time you scolded yourself for not being able to get him out of your mind.
You return to reality when your phone vibrates again. You freeze when you open his message.
📲 10:17 p.m. | Kook 💋: "Are you home?"
You don’t know what to write him. You want to ignore him so you don't have to see him, but you want to see him and there's nothing you can do about it. You look at the screen, and suddenly three animated dots appear and another message arrives.
📲 10:18 p.m. | Kook 💋: "I'm at your door. Open up"
Your heart is racing, and you feel panic mixed with excitement. You ignore his messages, hoping he'll go away, but he rings the doorbell, and then you hear a knock. Your mind screams that you shouldn't open the door, but your legs carry you there anyway.
You open it and see Jungkook. A black T-shirt hugged his chest, a black bomber jacket fell off his shoulders, and dark jeans accentuated his slender legs. He looked damn hot, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had always been so attractive or if you had only just begun to notice it so keenly. His lips stretched into a slight smile, and you caught a faint smell of alcohol as he approached.
"Finally caught you," he says. Before you could answer, he stepped forward, and you instinctively grabbed his sleeve, pulling him into the apartment so the neighbors wouldn't see that he had come to you drunk. But as soon as the door closed, Jungkook pinned you against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "I missed you," he whispered, his dark eyes looking straight into yours, making you tremble inside.
You tried to break free, but his grip was strong, even though he was a little drunk.
"Kook, why are you here?" you asked sharply, trying to sound stern. "Are you drunk!? You'd better go home, Yujong is probably waiting for you, and you came here!" You deliberately mentioned Yujeong to appeal to his conscience. But it seemed to be in vain.
He leaned closer, his lips so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his breath and the faint smell of alcohol.
"To hell with Yujeong," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're all I want. You and only you."
His words made your body tremble, and you felt your will weakening. You tried to resist, but Jungkook was so close, his scent, his warmth driving you crazy.
"Jungkook, shut up," you whispered, but your voice was weak. "We can't. You're destroying everything we have."
He didn't listen. His lips touched your neck, leaving hot kisses, and he whispered:
"I can't stop thinking about you... Honestly I’m try… but I can’t… I've been dreaming about this moment. You made me feel obsessed, and I don't want to be just your friend."
You felt your resolve melt with every word he said, with every touch. You knew it was wrong, but your body betrayed you. You pushed him in the chest, trying to regain some space, but he only pressed you harder against the wall.
"Kook, please..." you began, but he interrupted you, his lips covering yours, his hands sliding under your thin robe.
"I can't stop," he murmured, his voice full of despair. "But if you don't want me... I'll leave, just tell me the truth."
His hands found your buttocks and began to caress them with undisguised desire. You looked at his lips, breathing heavily, just like him, and couldn't bring yourself to tell him to go. You wanted him. You couldn't let him go and without even feeling all his warmth. You're a fool. It's all up to you, and you're letting it happen again.
You kiss him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You kiss, filled with unbearable desire for each other, and you can't stop thinking about how well he kisses you, how you like his strong body pressed against you, how exciting it is when he squeezes your buttocks.
Jungkook picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You don't stop kissing, you can't tear yourselves away from each other. He laid you on the bed and started to undress, while you looked at him with lust. He undressed in a matter of minutes, took off your robe and panties. He positioned himself between your legs, pressed his cock against your entrance and pushed. You felt pain again because this time he couldn't enter you gently. He was in a hurry to enter you because it was necessary. For him, for you, for both of you.
Jungkook kissed you as soon as he saw the pain on your face. His kiss was greedy, almost desperate, and you responded with equal passion, forgetting everything else.
He finally entered you completely, and you moaned, feeling his cock fill you, causing you to feel the pain mixed with pleasure that you remembered so well. He began to move, interrupting the kiss. His movements were strong but gentle, and each thrust echoed with incredible pleasure. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and you couldn't hold back the moans that escaped your lips.
Jungkook fucked you on the bed where you slept with Sojung. The bed where you had sex with your boyfriend, and you didn't even think about the fact that now you were cheating on him with your best friend.
With Jungkook, everything was different. Sojun never evoked such feelings, such emotions in you. Sex with him was mechanical, routine, but with Jungkook, every touch was like an electric shock, every movement of his made your consciousness dissolve in pleasure. You felt desired, adored, and that was something you hadn't gotten from Sojun in a long time.
Jungkook kissed your lips, your neck, your breasts, his hands explored every inch of your body, and you responded to him with equal passion.
"I want you to be mine," he whispered between kisses, and those words made your heart ache. You knew you might regret giving him hope for more, but at that moment, you didn't care. You would think about it later.
An orgasm washed over you, just as strong and all-consuming, and you cried out as you felt your walls tighten around him. Jungkook groaned, his movements quickening, and soon he reached his peak, his warm semen spilling onto your stomach. He lay on top of you. His semen spilled between your bodies, and his hand lazily slid across your face, and he smiled.
"I need you."
You looked at him, trying to calm your breathing, then closed your eyes, feeling guilt and desire fighting inside you. You knew you had betrayed Sojun, but with Jungkook, you felt like yourself, and that was something you couldn't ignore. You leaned against him without answering, allowing yourself a few more minutes of this closeness before reality reminded you of the consequences.
You thought you would suffer because of your betrayal. You thought you wouldn't be able to look your boyfriend in the eye without feeling guilty. But when Sojung returned from his business trip, you greeted him with a smile, easily lying about how your week had gone. You talked about work, about your friends, about boring evenings at home, and not once did your voice tremble.
You expected the guilt to eat away at you from the inside, but it didn't. Instead, you felt your thoughts returning to Jungkook every time — to his touch, his voice, his eyes that looked at you as if you were all he needed.
You accidentally ran into Jungkook at your favorite coffee shop when you went out for lunch during work. You felt a little awkward, but he made it clear with his whole demeanor that he wanted you always. That appraising look, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you. He asked you directly how you felt after that sex, and you answered honestly that you didn't regret it. That was all he needed. He leaned toward you and asked if you were free tonight, if he could pick you up from work and you could go somewhere together, and you saw hope in his eyes. You felt that you wanted it too. This invitation was nothing more than an invitation to have sex. You agreed and said you would wait for him after work that evening. His smile was full of satisfaction, and you could see that he was as excited as you were.
In the end, you started sleeping with Jungkook, consciously cheating on your boyfriend, who had become to you like just neighbor.
At first, you and Jungkook had sex once or twice a week — you met at a hotel where he rented a room, or in his car parked in your company's parking lot or even near your house. But with each passing day, you became bolder and more obsessed with each other.
You had sex at his work when everyone else had left, at his home when Yujeong was away, and even at your apartment when Sojung was very busy at the office. Every time with Jungkook was like an explosion — passionate, intense, full of emotions you never felt with Sojung. You couldn't get enough of him, and he seemed to feel the same way.
Your relationship with Sojung began to deteriorate rapidly. You constantly compared him to Jungkook — his touch felt cold, his words empty, his presence indifferent. You got annoyed by little things you hadn't noticed before: how he scrolled through his phone during dinner, how he avoided your gaze, how his hugs no longer made you feel warm. You knew it was unfair, but you couldn't stop yourself from seeing him as a shadow of what you felt with Jungkook.
One evening, the tension between you and Sojun reached its peak. Your argument started over something minor and ended in a huge scandal where you and he told each other everything that had been building up over the last few months. You told him that he was not the Sojung you knew at the beginning of your relationship, that he had blew you off and was not doing anything for your relationship. He interrupted you and said that he had noticed how you had become cold and had stopped adoring him as you used to.
You pointed out that it was his fault because even during sex, he only thinks about his own pleasure, while you tried your best to please him, but it seems that he just got used to you doing everything yourself and didn't even think that he needed to take care of you too. You decided that you no longer wanted this relationship and that it was meaningless. So you confessed to Sojung that you had been cheating on him with Jungkook.
The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw his face change — first shock, then anger, and then something like resignation. He leaned back in his chair and snorted, as if he wasn't surprised.
"You know, I figured it out," he said coldly, getting up and approaching you. You looked at him and realized that you felt nothing for this man: no love, no anger, no guilt. "But if you think I sat idly by, you're wrong. I slept with Yujeong too. And you know what? She's better at it than you are."
His words should have hurt, but you only felt relief. You suspected he was cheating on you — the hickey on his neck, his aloofness, his frequent "late nights at work." But instead of feeling hurt or jealous, you felt indifferent.
"Then we have nothing more to talk about," you said, your voice calm, almost cold. "We're done."
Sojung nodded as if it were inevitable and left. A few days later, he packed his things, and that was the end of your two-year relationship. You didn't cry or feel sad — you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
Jungkook found out about your breakup almost immediately—you wrote to him, and he came to see you that same evening. When you told him everything, his face lit up with a smile that he didn't even try to hide.
"You're mine now," he said, hugging you so tightly that you felt your heart squeeze with warmth. You told him that Yujong had slept with Sojung, and he just shrugged. "I knew about it a long time ago," he confessed. "That's why I broke up with her almost immediately after we started our relationship."
You were surprised and indignant.
"Why didn't you tell me?" you asked, frowning. He smiled, his fingers gently touching your chin.
"Because it didn't matter. The only thing that matters is what we have between us."
His words made your heart flutter, and you realized he was right. A few weeks later, you and Jungkook started dating officially. You spent every free moment together, and every day with him felt like bliss.
One evening, he came over after work, and you sat in the living room, hugging each other and watching a movie. Jungkook ate snacks, crunching above your head. The movie wasn't interesting, but Jungkook had chosen it, so you just watched it without much interest, glancing at your phone from time to time. You enjoyed the company of your boyfriend, who had been just a friend not so long ago, even more.
"By the way," you heard his voice distracting you from the scene on the screen, "I'm going to Busan for the weekend to visit my parents," he said between mouthfuls. "Will you come with me? You'll get to see your parents, and my mom and dad will be happy to see you."
You moved away from him and looked at him. You agreed but added:
"Just don't tell anyone we're together yet. I haven't told my parents about my breakup with Sojung yet."
He frowned, clearly dissatisfied.
"You haven't told them yet? Why?"
You sighed, feeling a slight pang of guilt, then moved closer to him, hugging him and resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"I'll tell them... It's just... it all happened so fast. Three weeks ago, he and I were talking to my parents, and everything was fine. They invited us to visit, and he promised we would come..." you explained. Jungkook looked at you disappointedly, and you noticed that his jaw was tense.
"Two weeks have passed, couldn't you tell them in two weeks that you broke up?" he asked discontentedly, but his voice sounded emotionless. You moved closer to his face so that he would melt from your closeness.
"I haven't really talk with my parents this whole time, but even they calling it was too fast and only about me, or about them... I promise you that this weekend, I'll tell them everything, and then we'll tell our parents about us, okay? I'm just worried that it won't look like it all happened in one day."
Jungkook looked at you for a few seconds and then reluctantly nodded, but his eyes still betrayed his dissatisfaction. You decided to defuse the situation by leaning in and kissing him. His lips were soft, tasting of salty snacks, and you felt him relax under your touch.
You realized he was no longer angry with you and pulled away from him to grab your phone. Opening Instagram, you saw the first post — Yujeong kissing Sojung on the lips, with the caption: "I'm happy to have you." You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Jungkook looked at you in surprise.
"What's up?"
You sat down next to him again and showed him the photo, and he took another snack and looked at it closely. After reading the caption, he snorted sarcastically.
"Is this a joke?" he asked, chewing.
You took your phone back, looking at the post again.
"She definitely posted this for me to see," you said, laughing. "It's so ridiculous."
Jungkook wiped his hands on his pants and threw the bag of snacks on the table, pulling you toward him, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.
"Does it care you really?" he asked, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness. "Because I don’t care about it so much that it's embarrassing."
You threw your phone on the couch, still laughing, and snuggled up to him.
"It's funny. They're probably together to get back at us or something."
Jungkook turned your face toward him, his lips so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He kissed you, and you tasted the snacks on his tongue again. He pulled away, smiling.
"Just unfollow Yujeong on Instagram and forget about them," he said, his voice low and soft. "They're not worth your time." He kissed you again, deeper this time, and you felt desire spread through your body. "Are you interested in this movie?" he asked, his lips sliding to your ear.
"It's total crap," you replied, smiling and enjoying his kisses on your neck.
"Then let's do something more interesting," he murmured, his hands sliding under your T-shirt as he pushed you down onto the sofa. You had sex right there on the couch, and his every move was full of passion and care.
Jungkook easily made you happy, not only by giving you incredible orgasms, but also by showing you what care, attention, and need for a partner meant. That evening, when he suggested swinging, you would never have thought it would end like this. You and your best friend, who became everything to you. You feel that you are developing the same true feeling for him that is called love. Although, in essence, you already loved him because you always felt a connection with him.
꣑ৎ Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it), riding
A/N: so....i got inspired by the new clips. Seriously he's so hot in those. Just a small thing while writing way longer stuff.
The home gym in your shared apartment with Jungkook was a testament to his dedication. Mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the sleek black equipment: dumbbells neatly racked, a treadmill in the corner, resistance bands hanging like forgotten vines, and in the center, the sturdy weight bench that had seen countless hours of his sweat and determination. The air always carried a faint metallic tang mixed with his cologne, a scent that had become synonymous with comfort and desire for you.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the sun filtered through the blinds in golden streaks, casting warm patterns on the rubberized floor. You'd wandered in with the intention of just saying hi, maybe stealing a quick kiss before heading back to the living room to binge-watch that new drama series. But as soon as you stepped through the door, your plans evaporated like mist.
Jungkook was in the middle of his workout, his back to you as he faced the mirror. He was shirtless, of course, why bother with fabric when it would just get soaked? His broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling under his golden skin as he powered through a set of bench presses. The barbell clinked softly against the rack with each rep, his breaths coming in controlled, rhythmic huffs. His black workout shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the defined V-lines that disappeared teasingly beneath the waistband. His hair, damp and tousled, fell into his eyes, and he shook it away with an impatient flick of his head.
You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, biting your lower lip as you watched. God, he was beautiful. Not just handsome, sexy in that effortless, raw way that made your stomach twist with want. The way his biceps flexed, veins popping along his forearms, the tautness of his abs as he exhaled sharply, it was all too much. You'd seen him like this a hundred times, but today, something about the intensity in his eyes, the focus etched on his face, ignited a fire in you that you couldn't ignore.
He caught your reflection in the mirror mid-rep, his lips curving into a smirk without breaking his rhythm. "Hey, baby" he grunted, lowering the bar to his chest before pushing it back up with a controlled explosion of power. "What's up? You need something?"
You swallowed, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled between your thighs. "Just... watching. You're looking good."
He chuckled, the sound low and throaty, vibrating through the room. "Yeah? Enjoying the show?" Another rep, his muscles straining beautifully.
"More than you know" you murmured, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering closer. The closer you got, the more intoxicating he became. You stopped behind him, your hands itching to touch.
He racked the bar with a final clang, sitting up and twisting to face you. His chest heaved, and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, those doe eyes sparkling with amusement. "Babe, I'm in the middle of my sets. Gotta finish this chest day strong."
You pouted, stepping between his legs where he sat on the bench. "But Kook... you look so hot right now. I can't help it." Your fingers trailed lightly over his shoulder, feeling the slick warmth of his skin. He shivered slightly under your touch, but his resolve didn't waver.
"Flattery will get you everywhere" he teased, grabbing a towel from the floor to dab at his neck. "But seriously, just two more sets. Then I'm all yours."
Two more sets? That could take another twenty minutes, and you were already aching. The way his arms flexed as he adjusted his position on the bench, the bulge in his shorts that you knew all too well, it was torture. You glanced down, your gaze lingering, and when you looked back up, his eyes had darkened, reading your intent.
"Y/N..." he warned, but there was a playful edge to it, like he was fighting his own urges.
You didn't back down. Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin. "What if I don't want to wait?" Your voice was a whisper, husky with need.
He groaned softly, his hands coming to rest on your hips, squeezing gently. "You're killing me here. But I need to finish. Discipline, remember?"
Oh, you remembered. Jungkook's discipline was legendary, both in his career and his fitness routine. But right now, it was your enemy. An idea sparked in your mind, bold and irresistible. The bench was wide enough, sturdy enough. Why wait when you could have him now, right here?
With a mischievous grin, you pushed him back gently until he was lying flat on the bench again, his legs straddling it. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still resistant. "What are you-"
"Shh" you hushed, climbing onto the bench to straddle his waist. The cool leather stuck slightly to your bare thighs, you were only in a thin tank top and shorts, no bra, the fabric doing little to hide your hardening nipples. You settled your weight on him, feeling the immediate response beneath you, his cock twitching through the layers of clothing.
Jungkook's hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles that sent sparks up your spine. "Baby, come on. I really need to-"
"You can finish your set" you interrupted, grinding down slowly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "I'll just... ride you while you do it."
His eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face. "Here? Now?"
"Why not?" You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear. "You're so strong, Kook. Bet you can handle both."
He hesitated for a split second, but the heat in his gaze told you you'd won. "Fuck, you're impossible" he muttered, but his hands were already sliding up your sides, pushing your tank top higher. "Alright. But if I drop the bar, it's on you."
You laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his fingers grazed your breasts. "Deal."
The next few moments were a blur of hurried movements. You lifted your hips just enough for him to shove his shorts down, his cock springing free, thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum. He was always so responsive to you, and it made your core clench in anticipation. You quickly discarded your own shorts and panties, tossing them aside without a care.
Jungkook lay back fully, reaching up to grip the barbell again. His eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "Ready?"
You positioned yourself over him, one hand steadying on his chest as you sank down slowly. The stretch was exquisite, his length filling you inch by inch until you were seated fully, your clit brushing against his pelvis. You both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming.
"Fuck, Y/N" he hissed, his hips bucking slightly despite his efforts to stay still. "You're so tight."
You bit your lip, adjusting to the fullness. "Start your set, baby. Don't stop on my account."
With a determined nod, he unracked the bar, lowering it to his chest. His muscles tensed beneath you, and the sight of him straining, veins bulging, abs contracting, only heightened your arousal. You began to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge and vein of him inside you.
He pushed the bar up with a grunt, his eyes flicking between the weights and you. "God, this is... insane." Another rep, his breath hitching as you lifted and slammed back down, matching his rhythm.
The bench creaked slightly under the combined movement, but it held firm. Sweat trickled down his temple, and you leaned forward to lick it away, your breasts pressing against his chest. "Keep going" you encouraged, your voice breathy. "You're doing so good."
Rep after rep, he powered through, but his focus was fracturing. Each time he lowered the bar, you clenched around him, drawing out moans that mingled with his exertions. "Y/N... fuck, slow down or I'm gonna-"
"No" you commanded playfully, speeding up your pace. You braced your hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to bounce harder, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet gym. Pleasure built in your core, coiling tight like a spring.
Jungkook racked the bar after the eighth rep, his hands immediately flying to your waist to guide your movements. "Last set" he panted, but his hips were thrusting up now, meeting you halfway. "But I can't... hold back anymore."
"Good" you whimpered, your nails digging into his skin. "Don't."
The shift was electric. What started as you riding him while he worked out turned into a frenzied chase for release. His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to pinch your nipple, the other dipping between your legs to rub your clit in tight circles. You cried out, the dual sensations pushing you closer to the edge.
"You're so fucking sexy" he growled, his voice rough with need. "Watching you like this... taking me while I'm lifting. Shit, baby."
Your movements grew erratic, the bench now a stage for your passion. Sweat slicked your bodies, making every slide and thrust smoother, deeper. You could feel him throbbing inside you, close but holding on for you.
"Kook, I'm gonna come" you gasped, your head falling back as the orgasm crested.
"Come for me" he urged, his thumb pressing harder on your clit. "Let me feel it."
It hit you like a wave, crashing over you in shuddering bliss. Your walls pulsed around him, milking him as you rode out the high, moans spilling from your lips. Jungkook followed seconds later, his grip tightening as he thrust up one final time, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.
You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding in sync. The gym felt hotter now, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That was... not how I planned to finish my workout."
You giggled, nuzzling into his neck. "Better than planned, though?"
"Way better." He shifted slightly, still inside you, making you both hiss at the sensitivity. "But next time, warn a guy."
"Where's the fun in that?" You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were soft now, filled with that post-sex glow that always made your heart flutter.
As the afterglow settled, you reluctantly disentangled, grabbing towels to clean up. Jungkook sat up, wincing a bit, probably from the unconventional workout. "You know, I think I just set a personal record. Bench press with a side of mind-blowing sex."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile. "You're welcome. Now, shower? Together?"
He grinned, pulling you back into his lap. "Only if you promise not to distract me again."
"No promises."
The shower was a natural extension of the gym's intimacy. Under the steaming water, Jungkook's hands were gentle now, soaping your back with care, his lips trailing soft kisses along your shoulder. "You really couldn't wait, huh?" he murmured, amusement lacing his tone.
"Can you blame me?" You turned to face him, running your fingers through his wet hair. "You were all sweaty and muscly. It's like catnip."
He laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Noted. Maybe I should work out more often with you around."
"Just don't overdo it. I need you in one piece." Your hands wandered lower, tracing the lines of his abs, still firm even relaxed.
The water cascaded over you both, washing away the evidence of your passion, but the connection lingered. Jungkook pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you, you know that?"
Your heart swelled. "I love you too, Kook. Tomorrow's leg day, right?"
“Sometimes – when the weather is hot – Jungkook likes to workout shirtless in the garden, giving you the perfect opportunity to watch from your hammock and get needy for him. He obviously knows that you are watching and can’t wait to take care of you. Doesn’t matter if the neighbours hear.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life, Smut
Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, sweaty shirtless!Jungkook working out, wet haired!Kook cause he swam in the ocean, she unapologetically stares, strength & muscle kink, "public" sex because they do it in their backgarden, she sunbathes in nothing but bikini bottoms, nipple licking & play, he eats her out on the lawn, "nose job" cause he rubs it against her clit, using of a hammock as a makeshift sex swing, praise, dirty talk, messy creampies, the sex just kinda happens without being asked for, yk? this is just something they both needed, i just wanna say that i'm a dog fr
Wordcount: 4k
a/n: i don't know what happened, i'm scared and confused and i need to run against a wall. have fun my sluts 🧡
Jungkook owns an outdoor punching bag. Sometimes, when the weather is especially warm, you can watch him train with his shirt off. You are nestled in your hammock with a glass of alcohol free mojito, watching him sweat and exhaust himself. This might very well be a religious moment. His tanned skin glistens. His back and arms ripple with each impact and his pecs and abs are fully engaged. Every now and then, droplets of sweat drip from his face. His hair, dark and messy, hangs into his brows. And sometimes when his pecs twitch especially aggressively, his nipple piercings swing back and forth.
God damn, you really hit the jackpot with him. Your tongue searches for the straw of your drink because your eyes refuse to look anywhere other than your husband.
God damn.
God fucking damn.
Jungkook finishes the set, jumping on the spot to shake out his muscles. His pecs bounce. What a view. He rolls his shoulders and neck before getting back into position. He attacks the other side of the punching bag, giving you the perfect view of his sculpted back.
Your entertainment begins anew. His shoulders are broad and his back is visibly strong. His waist is so small in comparison. And to make matters even worse, he has such a nice ass sitting on huge muscular thighs. The shorts he is wearing are just a little bit too tight around them, hugging his ass so well that you can watch it tense as he engages his legs with each punch. You would give your right kidney for a grab of it. He ends the set with a left-handed uppercut, exhaling sharply for it.
He jumps on the spot, shaking out his muscles. You suck on the straw aggressively, wishing for it to be something else. Look at his ass bounce and, fuck, now he is turning again. Look at his pecs bounce! Goddamn. God fucking damn.
You actually had a plan. You wanted to read outside, but how could you when Jungkook looks hotter than the sun.
“Okay, last one”, he mumbles to himself and starts the new set. He is facing the punching bag so that you have the perfect side view of him. His tattooed, huge arms flex with each punch. They are so big, so defined and sculpted. You want him to take you into a headlock, seriously. From the side, you can see just how big his pecs have become. His stomach is fully engaged as well, asking to be grabbed by you (if only you weren’t so comfortable in your hammock).
He grunts with an especially aggressive punch, furrowing his brows and showing his teeth in a concentrated snarl. You have to fight the urge to swoon. He is so hot when he gets a little rougher.
One last harsh punch and he relaxes, stopping the swinging bag. He takes off his gloves, breathing heavily and squinting slightly as sweat makes his eyes burn.
You finished your drink, but you are still thirsty – parched to be honest.
He meets your eyes. Your heart speeds up. He can be so intense sometimes when he looks at you. Do not misunderstand, Jungkook’s eyes are gentle and sparkly ninety percent of the time, but those ten percent where he stares at you as if you were prey? They make your entire body tingle as if millions of ants were crawling over it.
He throws the gloves to the side and makes his way to you in confident steps.
“What are you looking at?” he is teasing, making it worse for you by gripping the upper edge of hammock to keep it still. You stare. At his arms, his pecs, his stomach, his neck and face. Even his sweaty skin and the hair under his armpits are attractive to you. If there is a higher deity up there, they should give you strength because you are melting.
“Don’t forget to blink”, he teases and leans down to give you a criminally chaste kiss.
“Urgh, you’re so cocky, it’s insane.”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“You love it.”
He straightens up and leaves you by the hammock.
“No wait”, you stop him.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, voice dripping in amusement.
“Can I, like…” You mimic scratching motions down his chest. “Just once?”
Jungkook strikes a confident pose, presenting his body to you.
“Go ahead.”
Quite frankly, this is a spiritual moment for you. To run your fingers down his body after watching him push it to its limits is everything you needed. You have to gulp once you pull back, looking up at him just slightly out of it and totally obsessed.
“Thank you, I needed that.”
He laughs (goddamn he is so sexy) and places his fingers under your chin. He kisses you softly.
“Glad that I could help”, he rasps, tracing your lips.
You sigh, chasing his kiss and touch and him. But Jungkook merely steps back and leaves you to make his way down to the beach.
“Imma cool down for a bit. I can recommend you do the same.”
“You’re the worst.”
Jungkook didn’t bother bringing a towel. It is hot enough for the water to dry in the air. So with his skin and hair soaking wet, he jogs up the stairs back to the garden. He feels so lucky knowing that this is his life. He really went from a homeless, depressed teenager with no hopes of a better future to a settled, happy man with a beautiful beachside house and the most amazing wife. He is so lucky. Sometimes he has to pinch himself to make sure that it is real.
He has to pinch himself especially hard once he reaches the garden and sees you sunbathing on the lawn. With no top on.
Holy fuck, god damn he hit the jackpot with you. He feels jealous of the sun for being able to kiss your skin and of the slight breeze that gets to travel along your body.
He closes the distance and calls your attention by shaking out his hair atop of you.
“Hey”, you squeak and writhe sway, “you’re so annoying, don’t do that”, you whine, having to laugh.
Jungkook chuckles and plops down on the lawn beside you. He rubs his wet hair on your stomach, holding you down while you squeal in laughter and fight him off.
“I hate it, you idiot leave me be.”
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
“I’m serious, I’m gonna fight you. Get away from me, you wet wipe.”
“Wet wipe? Wow okay”, he laughs, exchanging his annoying antics with soft neck kisses.
“Yeah, wet wipe.” You snicker, caressing the arm he has around you. “But you’re my wet wipe.”
“I always wanted to be your wet wipe. This is awesome”, he jokes, eliciting more snickers from you.
“You’re a goof.”
“And you love it.”
“Mh-hm I do.” You turn your head to face him, gazing lovingly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You kiss each other. It lasts longer than before and is very, very nice. Oh so nice. You lost count of the number of kisses you exchanged over the years and yet it still feels as nice as it did when you shared that one fateful first kiss.
You stub noses and break apart.
“So you decided to have your tiddies out.”
“Hey, if you’re allowed to train with your tiddies out, I’m also allowed to free the girlies.”
“I’m not complaining. Not at all”, he says and gathers them just to kiss them in a non-sexual way. Which may sound impossible, but Jungkook makes it possible. It still feels really nice for you, don’t misunderstand. And quite frankly, it turns you on. Jungkook might not have sexy ideas (yet) but you have been craving him ever since he started working out. His kisses are electric.
“It was the best view to come back to”, he murmurs, kissing your nipples with utmost care.
“I knew you’d say that”, you sigh, arching your back to get more of him. His lips are so soft and whenever he finished a kiss, he lets the tip of his tongue grace over the spot.
“It’s true”, he whispers, dancing his palms to your sides to hold them as he kisses your stomach. It tingles.
“You’re so cold, it’s nice.”
“Mhm, the water’s cold today”, he says and ends his innocent affection by kissing your navel. And then under your navel. And then your inner thigh. And suddenly you have his fingers playing with the leg hem of your bikini bottoms and you realise that maybe, just maybe, his touch has never been innocent. Your pulse speeds up.
“I’m probably sweaty, Koo.”
“Whatever”, he dismisses you and tugs your bottoms aside to bury his tongue in your warmed up, soft pussy. He purrs deeply as he does.
“Fucking hell, Kook”, you gasp, arching your back. You knew that he would do it, you could have pushed him away if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You didn’t because your pussy has been throbbing ever since his workout. This is the kind of relief you didn’t want to ask of him, but which you secretly hoped would be yours.
Jungkook uses his left hand to keep your bottoms away from your sweet heaven, running his right hand up to your chest to play with your soft tits. He moans with you as he drags a sound out of you, flicking his tongue up and down through your folds. You smell like warm, summer dreams. Fruity because of all the summer fruits you are consuming on a daily, slightly salty from a previous dip in the ocean and addictively feminine.
“You’re so wet already”, he sighs breathlessly, running his nose over your clit.
“I watched you workout”, you get out, gasping over and over again. Jungkook knows exactly that his nose is your weakness. Now, you are actually talking about nose kisses but he is creative. His nose is definitely not just perfect for kisses.
“Mhm baby…” he purrs, closing his mouth around your pussy just to slurp up your sticky sweetness. He ends it with a delicious hum, repeating the gesture because he loves nothing more than your taste. You are so sweet in summer. He swallows hungrily and repeats it a third and last time before he switches it with his nose again. He keeps his tongue stretched out, playing with your dripping entrance at the same time.
“Koo, oh god”, you choke out, hands falling to his head. Your fingers close around bundles of his wet hair, hips twitching every time his nose dances up your clit.
It makes him smile and purr against you, “you’re so twitchy, baby.”
“I can’t help it”, you whine.
“It’s so cute”, he lulls and rewards you by wrapping his pierced lips around your clit to suck on her.
You twitch even more aggressively, having to whimper when he laughs in amusement. The vibrations this sends through your clit quite frankly make you want to climax.
“I’m gonna-”
Jungkook lifts his head, watching in delight as your hips twitch helplessly. You try to push him back down, but he is stronger. You have to live with the denial if you wanted to or not.
“Koo please”, you beg.
“Mhm, you’re so cute when you’re sensitive”, he rasps and fixes your bottoms so you are covered again.
“No please don’t stop, please more.”
“So cute, you’re fucking adorable…”
He begins kissing a path up to your face, tingling with every needy touch you place on his skin. His body claims the space between your legs, his wet shorts soak your bottoms. It’s so cold against your pussy, making her throb needily. His cock is so hard. You want him filling you.
“Please more, please.”
“Mhhm I don’t know, baby. I got what I wanted.”
“Please Koo, it hurts.”
“Hurts? Poor woman, how sad.”
“Koo please”, you give him puppy eyes, “give me cock.”
“Fuck. Alright”, he instantly gives in, “can you stand up for me?”
“Yes.”
He helps you to your feet, leading you to the hammock afterwards. Once there, he places you in front of it, giving you bedroom eyes while his fingers open the knots of your bottoms. You do the same with his shorts, earning yourself a playful smirk.
“You’re so cute, baby”, he rasps, letting your bottoms drops on the ground. Being naked has never felt better before. With shaky hands you speed up, wanting to get him naked as quickly as possible. He helps you in tugging the shorts over his ass, stepping out of them once they are on the ground.
His cock stands flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. But he gives you no chance to do so, kissing you deeply before you can get your hands on him. You melt in his arms, knees buckling and head turning. He picks you up with ease because he is such a strong man and fixes you in the hammock so your weight was supported but you were still facing him. He breaks the kiss, forcing you to look up at him with a hand on the nape of your neck. Not that you want to look anywhere else but him.
“My pretty girl”, he whispers, eyes soft even if his cock currently breaches you. The contrast makes you dizzy.
You open your mouth in a silent moan, eyes widening.
He nods his head in agreement, cupping your cheek, “I know, babygirl, I know.”
He bottoms out with a harsh thrust.
“H-hm”, you whimper, squeezing your eyes and mouth shut and grasping the nape of his neck. The current position allows him to fill you from an unfamiliar angle and it feels as if he is taking you for the first time.
“Does it hurt?”
You shake your head, forcing your eyes to open even if it is hard. He meets your submissive gaze with dominant, caring eyes.
“Hold onto me, yeah?”
You nod your head, hooking your legs behind his waist.
“That’s my good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock. He uses the movements of the hammock to his advantage, rocking you on him. The angle is so unfamiliar, being held and moved like this only adds to how good it feels.
You roll your head back, closing your eyes. You want this to last forever. You are so happy when he fills you.
“Can you moan for me, princess? Mhm, baby can you do that for me?”
“Koo”, you moan, writhing in the hammock.
“There we go, I love your sweet voice”, he purrs and meets the movements with smooth rolls of his hips.
“Oh god, Koo”, you gasp, arching your back as best as possible. You drop your hands from his neck, grasping the hammock instead. Your face scrunches up again. Jungkook hasn’t seen that face in ages.
“Am I too rough?”
“No, it’s so good.”
He bottoms out with a swing of the hammock, watching your body tremble and your face scrunch.
“You’re shaking so much.”
“Because it feels like my first time”, you mewl, “Koo, please don’t stop.”
“Shit, baby. Holy fuck”, he growls, cock throbbing in realisation. This isn’t a face of discomfort, this a face of overwhelming pleasure. You are shaking so much because he is giving it to you in a new way and you love it to the point of complete ruin.
He broadens his stance and puts both hands under your ass. The hammock supports your weight, all he has to do is rock you on his cock and write his name against your dripping walls. You writhe and shake in the hammock, presenting your body in the most beautiful way. Your head hangs over the edge, your legs are hooked on his arms, shaking right there. Jungkook doesn’t know whether to look at your tits with their swollen pretty nipples or your pussy as it swallows his cock greedily.
“I can’t enough of you”, he gets out, muscles tense in pleasurable exhaustion.
The sun feels sweltering on his skin, making him sweat and pant. You are sweating too, glistening like a goddess of sun in her golden light. Jungkook swears that fucking you right here and now is religious and blasphemous at the same time. His goddess, his beautiful goddess, and he gets to fuck her raw.
“You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”
“Koo”, you mewl, feeling on cloud nine. This is everything you needed. Now listen, you can control your needs very well if you have to. Having a dangerously attractive husband is just way too lethal sometimes. Especially on such a hot summer’s day when the sun made him sweat and train with such aggression.
“Harder please.”
“You gotta hold onto me again for that.”
You obey without protest. You hook your arms behind his head, burying your hands in his hair.
“That’s it”, you can taste his words like this, eyes captured by his darkened gaze. He pulls out and thrusts in deep and hard.
“Ah!”
He pulls out and does it again. Hard. Rough. Deep.
“Ah! Ah, god. Ah!”
You have to make noises with each thrust, eyes threatening to close.
“Fuck, you feel so good”, he growls, furrowing his brows. This is a new angle for him as well. He didn’t think that he would love it so much. He loves fucking you in standing positions, it makes him feel powerful and needed because you have to cling onto him and he is the only thing keeping you in the air. But Jungkook is also exhausted from training today. The hammock is helping him fulfill his hottest desires, adding excitement to it because it keeps swinging. Your pussy milks his cock in unpredictable ways each time the hammock swings from his aggressive thrusts, escaping him at the same time which brings out Jungkook’s competitiveness. He needs to have her, needs to capture her and make sure she doesn’t run away again.
Fuck, he is trapped in this moment with you, chasing your warm heaven and giving you heaven in return.
“More, please”, you beg, eyes teary and submissive.
“Show me your fingers.”
You show him your right hand, clinging to him with your left. He spits on it without warning, making you moan his name.
“Now play with your clit.”
“Koo”, you mewl, obeying his command happily.
Jungkook feels the moment you start playing with yourself. Your already tight pussy tightens even more, trapping his cock greedily.
“Good girl, play with yourself. Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I’m going insane”, he praises, following it up with a loud moan and sloppy thrusts.
You finally loose the fight with your eyes. They roll back and fall closed. He is going to make you orgasm so hard. It is building up deep inside you every time he fucks his swollen cock against your g-spot. Playing with yourself only makes you more aware of it.
You want to scream.
“I have to scream”, yoh croak.
“That’s alright. Scream for me, let the neighbours hear who makes you feel that good”, he encourages you with a harsh thrust.
“Kook!”
“Good girl. Fuck, my legs are shaking, this is driving me mad.” He is panting, dripping sweat. “What the fuck, what the actual fuck.”
“Soon, Kook, soon. Soon. Soon. Soon”, you are chanting, convulsing around his cock. You love getting fucked. Oh god, you love it so much. You love getting fucked by your strong, muscular husband. The memories of his workout come back to haunt you. This is your end.
You break on his cock when he is the deepest, sobbing his name and pulling him close with your legs.
“Jungkook, oh god Jungkook baby.”
“Ah shit, baby”, he gasps, finding support by grasping the hammock. He can’t move because your legs are keeping him hostage. This is going to end badly. “Oh god, I can’t hold back for long. Oh god, you go-gotta let me move or I’ll cum too.”
“Cum in me, please Koo”, you beg, voice contorted from your orgasm. You pull him so much closer, forcing him to his luck in the sweetest way.
Jungkook whimpers your name, dropping his face in your neck. He tenses up, filling you with his warmth sooner than he planned on doing. He can’t help himself. Not when he is so worked up, not when this is so new to him, not when you feel so fucking good. He isn’t mad at all. Working out today filled him with so much desperation that he actively had to work against getting a hard-on. He blames the constant watching you were doing. Climaxing so deep inside you right now, holding you as you tremble because of it, is everything that he needed.
Jungkook swears that he needs to lick your neck. You shiver because of it, turning your head to take in his tongue and suck on it needily. This is the kind of nasty one can only be when you are totally and completely obsessed with each other. And oh, how you are obsessed with each other. You come down from your messy high tongue kissing and groping each other. The kiss breaks with strings of saliva still attached to your lips.
“What the actual fuck?”
“Right.”
You and he are panting, eyes closed and heads dizzy. You definitely need a swim after that.
“Koo, this was so insane.”
“It was amazing, baby. Wow, I’m literally tingling”, he gushes, peeling his eyes open. As if you can sense it, you do the same just to meet his giddy gaze.
“Me too”, you confess, giggling.
He smiles fondly, “god, you’re so cute. Come here you”, he says and lifts you.
You squeak and squeak again when he stumbles and drops you.
“Woah total muscle failure. Fuck, I’m spent”, he says, dropping on the ground.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” you gasp, following him.
“Yeah, just ah totally spend. Wow, I feel amazing”, he says, lying down in the grass starfish-style.
You instantly use it to your advantage. With a cute, but funny, sound effect you sit down on his lap and begin placing kisses all over his torso. His pecs, his neck, his tummy and his nipples. Entirely soaked in love.
You do so with the occasional “mwuah” thrown in, which makes him giggle.
You end the affection by smooching his cheek, then you rest your chin on your hands which you have on his chest. He melts under your weight, meeting your eyes and retorting the big grin you sport.
“You’re so beautiful”, he says, running the back of his hand down your cheek.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Just agree with me, please.”
You fluster, “okay, I’m beautiful.”
His eyes soften more, “you are. So fucking beautiful”, he whispers as his other hand traces your back gently.
“This is nice, my love.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“I’m so happy that you started this. I really needed you.”
“I know. All I thought about on my swim was you.”
You kiss his chest once, “yeah?”
“Mh-hm, yeah.”
You smile and rest your cheek on his chest, draping your arms over him. It is so comfortable to lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“Was it good for you?”
You nod enthusiastically, “it was amazing for me. The nose job, the edging, you carrying me and the roughness. It was perfect.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a bit. It was seriously perfect.”
“I should have lasted longer.”
“Hush, just accept it.”
“Alright, it was perfect. I love you lots.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“We’ll go swimming later, won’t we?”
“Definitely. I’m so sweaty.”
“Yeah, same.”
You and he chuckle and fall into comfortable silence afterwards as you bask in the tranquil moment together. Jungkook turns his face to the sky, enjoying the sunlight with closed eyes while he mindlessly rubs your back and head. There is nothing better in life than being your husband.
a/n: this is my first jk fic SO BE NICE M’KAY? . . . now pls enjoy
synopsis: out of impulse, jungkook gets his tongue pierced, but totally forgot the part that for the next two weeks he’s not allowed to kiss his adorable, oh so desirable gf.
wc: 15.8k (mind you this was supposed to be 5k at the MOST . . .)
cw include: black fem!reader was in mind when written but picture her anyway you’d like <3, literally porn with a smidge of plot, unprotected sex, needy!reader, even needier!jungkook, lots of nasty kisses, tongue sucking, creampie, squirting, choking, oral both receiving, some biting, so much dirty talk omg, jungkook is a major perv, he uses her panties to masturbate and does . . . other things with them, he eats it through her panties, slow & rough sex, prone bone position, riding, sex in front of a mirror, backshots, spit, body worship, jungkook is so in love . . . whew i think that’s it—oh wait, he eats in while they shower together!
“are you nervous, honey?”
“mmhm?”
the corner your lips lifted into a giggle, gold bracelets on your wrists jangling as you reached over to squeeze your spaced out boyfriends firm bicep. this caught his attention, his doe-like, brown eyes flicking over to meet yours.
“ah, sorry. my mind was elsewhere. what did you say, baby?” jungkook grinned, leaning over until his shoulder was bumping into yours. you wanted to ask him what had his mind so preoccupied, but knowing jungkook, he’d most likely already forgotten.
you let out a low hum, slyly maneuvering your fingers into his lap to interlock with his. “i asked if you were nervous. s’probably gonna hurt getting your tongue pierced.”
jungkook shrugged, “mm . . . not really. if i can handle getting my lip—or even my eyebrow pierced, i think i can handle this. pain will only last a couple days anyway, yeah?”
you were about to answer, but suddenly a voice to your left caught both of your attention.
a bulky man covered in tattoos, and multiple facial piercings approached the two of you, a friendly smile on his face. “which one of you is here for a tongue piercing?”
jungkook gripped your hand softly and stood, bringing you up with him. “that would be me, she’s just here for support,” he gave your hand a tender squeeze, not bothered by the pda he was showing you in the slightest.
that was one of the things you loved about jungkook.
he was never afraid to show his affection for you no matter who happened to be in the room. friends, colleagues, strangers—it didn’t matter who it was. jungkook was still gonna kiss, touch, and hold you to his hearts content. and who were you to even complain about such a thing?
so he held your hand the entire time.
he held your hand while the piercer perfected the placement, while he rinsed his mouth out with a minty mouthwash, and once the needle finally went through his tongue, he held on even tighter.
he preened at your praise, his heart rate increasing tenfold when you whispered a sweet, ‘you’re doing so good, babe!’
jungkook winced as the piercer screwed in the tiny, silver balls on the bar, but you just squeezed his hand in reassurance. before he knew it, he was finished.
“how do you like it? placement okay and everything?” the man had asked, and with three slow blinks, jungkook nodded. the feeling of it in his mouth was foreign, but that was to be expected, and as for the way it looked? he loved it.
“s’great. thank you, thank you so much!”
you watched in complete adoration as your boyfriend admired his fresh piercing in the handheld mirror he was given. those big, brown boba eyes of his were so wide in awe you were sure they’d pop out if his skull. he was too cute.
“here, rinse your mouth with this again,” the piercer instructed jungkook, handing him another small cup of mouthwash. as jungkook swished the liquid in his mouth the man went over a few, simple instructions on how to properly care for the piercing.
“i would recommend soft foods the next couple of days, nothing too spicy or else it’ll get irritated, and this’ll probably be the hardest rule to follow but absolutely no kissing. swapping spit with someone, even your girlfriend, is the quickest way for it to get infected and reject, but other than that you should be good, man.”
jungkooks lips parted then shut. fuck.
the thought of not being able to kiss you whenever and wherever he wanted hadn’t crossed his mind. not even once. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“how—um, h-how long am i gonna have to do all that for?” and as soon as the words ‘ten to fifteen days’ left the piercers mouth, you could see jungkooks shoulders visibly deflate.
how will he ever go over a week without kissing your soft, pretty lips? your cherry gloss was like heroine to him. he loved swiping it off with his tongue, and letting the subtle cherry taste coat his tastebuds. and not to boast, but jungkook was the biggest munch he knew! how on gods green earth is supposed to go a whole fifteen days without tasting your cu—!
“hey, you alright? feeling lightheaded?”
jungkook blinked rapidly, and with a low hum he shook his head no.
“don’t know how i’m gonna go so long without kissing her . . . or eating spicy foods,” he chuckled, throwing his his back so dramatically you didn’t know whether to laugh or scoff.
“please excuse him. now pay this poor man so we can go get you some ice chips for your tongue,” you smirked, linking your arm around his muscular one. he glanced down at you, and fuck. he already wanted to give you a smooch.
you looked so cute in your pink, oversized sweater and miniskirt. not to mention you were trying out a new blush and lip combo that just made you look so sweet, he could’ve ruined you right then and there.
“why don’t you go hangout over there while i pay him, hm? maybe one of those pieces you see will inspire your next tattoo” he spoke lowly in your ear, giving your side a soft squeeze before sending you on your way.
as jungkook talked to the man about his form of payment, you stood to the side, wrapped up in your own little world. you nibbled on your bottom lip, manicured fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you thought about how much of a pain in the ass jungkook will be for the next two weeks.
your sweet bunny of a boyfriend required physical touch on a daily basis, so to take out such a key part of it left both of you feeling less than thrilled. at least you had a tad of self control, jungkook on the other hand . . . need i say more?
he was the most impulsive person you’ve ever met, not to mention the neediest boy in the fucking world. underneath the leather jackets, tattoos, and piercings—jungkook was as soft as the strawberry crème cakes you made him on a daily when it came to you.
a hand squeezing your hip broke you out of your thoughts, “you ready to go, sugar?”
when you nodded, jungkook laced his tatted fingers with yours, bidding everyone in the shop a farewell before leading you out the exit and to his car.
it was a beautiful day out; a cool seventy eight degrees and the sun shone brightly above you. a perfect day for running errands and a late lunch!!
a little squeal slipped past your lips when jungkook lightly pushed you against the side of his car, his front pushing ever so softly against yours. “so what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day, hm?” he spoke softly, encasing your hips in his large hands.
you placed your hands on his hard stomach, blindly tracing the ridges of his abs over his shirt. he was so manly . . so masculine . . . and so all yours.
“well . . .” your voice trailed off, head innocently cocking to the side, “i wanna go to t.j. maxx, and get that hello kitty vanity chair. i also wanna head to that herb store and get more raspberry leaf—if i run out before my period comes i’m a goner!”
jungkook’s smile only faltered slightly at the mention of your awful period cramps. sometimes during that time of the month for you, he’d find you in your shared bathroom, head tucked between your knees as your body racked with sobs. he never minds it truly, but it shatters his heart every time he kisses those little tears streaming down your puffy cheeks away.
he tenderly rubbed your lower belly, forehead knocking against your gently as he nodded. “mm, don’t worry. we’ll get your herbs n’ your chair. maybe something to eat too?”
he was absolutely speaking your language.
“yes, that sounds perfect,” you grinned, scratching lightly at the hairs on the nape of his neck. jungkook practically purred at the contact, damn near forgetting you were out in the open. not that he really cared.
he wanted to swoop in for a kiss. just a tiny, little kiss. but the moment his head ducked down, his lips were met with the smooth skin of your palm.
he frowned, a noise of disapproval rumbling in his chest that was soon hushed by little kisses on his jaw. the feeling of your lips running over his hot skin had him shivering, brain nearly short circuiting.
you looked up at him through your freshly done lashes, “m’sorry for doin’ that, but you heard that man in there! no kisses for kookie for at least ten days.”
jungkook wanted to just collapse to his knees, and cry, and be as dramatic as possible—but chairs nodded to be bought, and herbs needed to be collected so he’d have to save the dramatics for another time.
he let out a small puff of air from his cheeks, his tongue already starting to sting from swelling, “you’re right. you’re always right, my smart girl.” he squeezed your sides gently, and nudged his nose against yours, “let’s go get that chair.”
after a short trip, and lots of lingering touches later, your chair and raspberry leaf were secured, and so was your hunger. on the way back home jungkook had made a surprise stop at your favorite taco spot—a small truck ran by two older women who absolutely adored the two of you.
the way home was pretty quiet. while you bashed on your three carne asada tacos with extra lime and salsa, jungkook casually sipped on a small horchata, the cool liquid bringing some relief to his sore tongue.
“it’ll always shock me how you make no mess,” he chuckled, putting his car in park. you dabbed the corners of your lips with a napkin, and did a quick check in the mirror to make sure no cilantro was in your teeth before giving him a small smile. “only because i know i’ll get an earful from you if i do.”
and right you were!! jungkooks mercedes amg was his pride and joy (right after you).
“need me to carry anything, honey?” you hummed, watching as jungkook balanced your bags and the small box containing the parts to your new vanity chair in his arms. he, of course, shook his head no, and instead gave you the job of unlocking the door.
before you even set your purse down, jungkook was already kicking his shoes off and ripping at the box, an obnoxious tearing sound echoing throughout your apartment. building furniture was a random favorite hobby of his, and he always looked damn good doing it.
“lemme get these outside clothes off,” you muttered, using your socks as little skates to slide into your shared room, little giggles slipping past your lips as you did so.
“you’re going to bust your behind one of these days if you keep doing that. hardwood floors hurt y’know!” jungkook called out to you, his boyfriend voice turned all the way on.
“yeah, yeah, whatever. are you gonna need your tools?” you called back, slipping off your skirt and sweater. your bra was the next thing to go, and after little to no thought, you settled on wearing one of jungkooks t-shirts.
the fabric smelt just like him. a citrusy, vanilla scent that made you sleepy every time you smelt it for too long. it also made your cunt feel tingly, but due to certain circumstances, you decided to keep your horniness at bay for jungkooks sake.
you’d be lying if the urge to kiss him hasn’t hit you once or twice, but who could blame you? your boyfriend had the most kissable lips ever, and the two lip rings that adorned the left side made you want them against yours even more!
but unfortunately it’d have to wait.
you brought the collar of his shirt to your nose one last time, inhaling deeply before getting on your knees and shimmying over to jungkooks side of the bed. now he did say which tools he needed, but you weren’t exactly a handy woman, so you just decided to bring his entire tool box.
when he heard the obnoxious sound of metal clanking together his eyes darted to the direction of the sound. his lips broke into a smirk when he saw you carrying his entire toolbox. you were so precious without even having to try.
you wearing little to nothing around your place wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. in fact, you did it so much that jungkook almost found it odd whenever he would come home from work and see you still fully clothed.
yes, you prancing around in just your panties and a top all the time was pretty distracting, but it was the best distraction a man could ever ask for. you have the prettiest, phattest pussy he’s ever seen, and she looks even more enticing hidden behind the soft cotton of your panties.
with a small grunt you set the metal box down, “here ya go.”
when your hands found purchase on your hips, your his shirt rose up, giving him a nice, close up view of your panty clad cunt. the pair you had on today were hot pink, with ‘juicy’ written in black cursive right on the part where your mound was.
‘i’ll fuckin’ say’ he thought to himself, teeth tugging on his lip ring to surpress the urge to pull you closer to him. it didn’t help. like at all, because three seconds later jungkook was pulling you two steps closer by the backs of your thighs.
your nose scrunched up, a giggling bubbling in your chest. “you know . . . you could at least try to be a little more discreet with your staring.”
jungkook groaned at your words, nosing at the inside of your petal soft thigh. “nothing fun about being discreet, babe,” he sighed giving your thigh a light peck.
you were out of his grasp a millisecond later, your head cocking back and forth. “watch those lips mister!”
“it was just a peck, it won’t do any harm, babe!” he pleaded, pulling you closer. his ring clad fingers held rather tightly onto your flesh, preventing you from moving an inch.
“mm, sure, but a peck with you always leads to something more,” you spoke softly, ruffling his jet black locs.
a drag of air got caught in your throat when his nose nudged against your cunt. “h-hey, that’s enough, mister! get back to work before i thump you.”
and with that, jungkook released his hold on your body. his fingers lingered for a second or two before letting go completely, his lips jutting into his signature pout.
“mean . . . very mean,” he muttered, turning his back to you to give your unbuilt chair his undivided attention. he knew he was being unfair, but shit, this entire thing this was unfair!!
it was dumb to say aloud, but truly, the thought of not being able to kiss you or any part of you didn’t cross his mind in the thought process for getting his tongue pierced—not even once! it was a cruel, sick, joke that was one hundred percent preventable, and now you both had to deal with it :(
you let out a little puff of air from your cheeks, and knelt behind your pouting boyfriend. “you say mean . . . i say responsible,” you whispered in his ear, kissing the shell of it before placing another soft kiss on his neck.
“don’t be sad, ‘kay? it’ll go by before you know it.” you knew your man, and you knew him well. you knew if he was challenged to do something, he’d do it and he’d do it well.
he whined at your words, thick brows scrunching together, “it can’t go by fast enoughhhh.”
seven hours later . . . .
jungkook felt as if he was going to combust into a million pieces. the urge to have his lips on yours didn’t curve in the slightest, and to make things even more difficult, he was now sporting a painful boner.
you were sound asleep on his chest, little snores leaving your slightly parted lips every so often. you were still wearing what you had on earlier, the only difference being a lavender colored, silk scarf wrapped securely around your head.
‘hells paradise’ played quietly on the tv, and the ac was on full blast giving jungkook the perfect background noise to fall asleep to. but he couldn’t. his mind was racing.
his legs felt stiff, begging to be stretched, but he knew if he moved even a muscle, you’d stir in your sleep and switch positions. when he held you like this he could feel the heat from your pussy right against his thigh, and as sick it sounded it made him feel so at ease.
with the way his tongue throbbed in pain, jungkook could use all the comfort he could get.
he slowly craned his neck to look down at your sleeping form, and fuck. you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. even when you were deep in sleep.
the semi-bright glow from the tv gave him just enough light to see that your eyes were moving every so often. he wondered to himself what you could possibly be dreaming about. selfishly enough, he hoped it was him.
“aish . . .” he muttered, shifting his leg the tiniest bit. you made a small noise in your sleep, and this had jungkook freezing in his spot. his heart pounded against his ribcage as you nuzzled closer into his side. and then you moved again . . . and again . . . and again, until jungkook was questioning if you were really asleep or not.
the dull throb against his thigh had his pierced brow twitching.
should he wake you? should he leave you be? should he just cut his losses and jerk off in the bathroom?
a gentle squeeze pulled jungkook out of his thoughts, and when he looked down, he was met with the sight of his sleepy girlfriends’ scrunched up face.
“mm, kook . .”
your voice was whiny, and laced with sleep. if only he was able to kiss away that tiny furrow between your brows.
“what’s up, baby?” he spoke softly, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. you breathed out a small hum when he cupped your ass, gentle fingers gripping the soft flesh.
goosebumps rose on the dark haired mans skin when you nuzzled your face in his neck. your lips brushed against the sensitive spot below his ear, “can’t fall back asleep . . . need your help, please.”
and there it was.
jungkooks hands shook as they ran up and down your body, squeezing and fondling any part of you that he could. “y-yeah? what do you need me to do for you, baby—i know you’re sleepy, but try to use your words for me.”
he heard a small sniffle and then, “fuck me back t’sleep, kook. pleaseee.” your hand lazily rubbed along the length of his covered cock, saliva pooling on your tongue at the thought of having him inside you.
without a second thought, jungkook maneuvered your body on top of his with ease. his dick was pressed snugly against your pussy—hot, hard, and ready to put you tf back to sleep!
jungkook’s breath fanned over your face, still minty from when he brushed his teeth. “really wish i could kiss you right now,” he grunted, lifting your body up just enough to pull his briefs down.
“i-i wish you could kiss me too,” you whined, back arching when he rubbed his leaking tip over your panties.
he didn’t take your panties off, instead he just pulled them to the side with two fingers, and slipped his cock right between your soaked folds. wet was an understatement—you were drenched. small pearls of your essence began to drip down his cock, already creating a mess between your bodies.
“ngh—put it in please,” you sniffled, bottom half slowly moving up and down the length of his dick. jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, tatted hand gripping the base of his cock before slowly pushing the tip through that tight ring of muscle that greeted him so sweetly every time.
his free hand cupped the back of your neck, smushing your forehead against his. “so wet, princess. slipped right in like you were made for me,” he groaned, planting his feet in the bed to push more of his cock into your tight heat.
with a sloppy kiss to the corner of his lips you whispered, “because i was.” this nearly killed jungkook of course, his hips stuttering the tiniest bit.
he throbbed all around you. every protruding vein caressed your sensitive walls, and it didn’t make things better when his spongy tip started knocking obnoxiously against that spot deep inside you that had your toes curling.
you mewled at the stretch, grabbing onto his shoulders as you found your place in his neck once again. every moan, whine, every hitch of your breath—he heard it all, and it was driving him fucking nuts.
he wanted to talk you through it, whisper dirty praises and promises in your ear, but alas his tongue was just too fucking sore. he knew you liked him to be vocal, so he settled with matching your volume in moans.
jungkook’s hands roamed all along the expanse of your back. your skin was hot to the touch, his cold hands bringing you some sweet relief.
you wanted to melt into him. let your minds and bodies become one forever, but for now this would have to do.
“lemme take this off,” you muttered, sitting up to remove his shirt from your trembling from. the new angle had his cock hitting deeper, and this had you tightening up, forcing a hiss from the man below you.
he wasted no time fondling your breasts, a whine bubbling in his throat from lack of them in his mouth. you always made the prettiest noises when he sucked on your nipples. they were always so sensitive—even as he softly ran his thumbs over them.
“k-kook—”
“i know—shit, i know.” his voice was raspy from lack of speaking. his throat felt so dry, like someone had stuffed cotton down it. jungkook had a thirst, but not for a beverage of any kind.
as you began a steady rhythm moving back and forth, jungkook thumbed at your swollen clit. his jaw clenched, a groan rumbling in his chest at how wet you actually were.
sucking your clit into his mouth would definitely fix him right now—why, oh why did he have to get this stupid fucking piercing.
your hips stuttered slightly when he pulled his thumb away, and without a second thought he brought the digit to your lips. it wasn’t hard to find his eyes in the darkness of the room, and once you did you sucked the digit between your lips, humming at the sweet, yet tart taste that coated your tongue.
all your nerve endings felt as if they have been set ablaze. you could feel everything. you didn’t know what it was, but these intimate moments with jungkook always made you so beside yourself.
“what’s it taste like, hm? describe it for me,” he rasped out, pressing down lightly on your tongue before removing his thumb entirely.
your movements halted, but not for long, because jungkook’s hands were on your hips seconds later, resuming your slow paced grinding. “don’t make me say it, babe,” you whimpered, feeling your cheeks get hotter than they already were.
he couldn’t help but chuckle. you were still so bashful—even when getting split open by his thick cock.
it was silent for a few beats, and then without warning, jungkook cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back down to his level. his feet planted into the bed, and with that he began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts.
“was is it sweet? i bet it was, you’re always so fuckin’—ngh, sweet,” he panted against your lips, making you whine veryyyy loudly.
your cunt started to became rather noisy, an obscene squelching sound becoming louder and louder as the minutes went by. but it wasn’t quite loud enough for your boyfriend.
your once warm body was suddenly met with a chill, goosebumps rising over the entire expense of your back. jungkook had also taken this as an opportunity to go faster—harder. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed noisily throughout the room.
“love that sound,” he grunted, tucking your face in the warmth of his neck to shush your whines. between being overly drowsy, and jungkook fucking you like his own personal toy, your brain had turned into a complete pile of mush.
not a sentence, nor thought could be formed in your head. the only thing you could even think to do was kiss him—well kiss his neck specifically since his lips were off limits.
your lips latched onto the spot below his ear, sucking feverishly until he was squeezing the back of your neck in sensitivity.
“y-yeah, mhmm. keep kissing me. i need it,” he whispered the last part directly in your ear while also delivering a particularly harsh thrust. you made a noise between a sob and a gasp, and for a second you could’ve sworn you saw white.
both of his hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them only slightly so he was able to fuck you deeper.
a never ending chorus of ‘ah ah ah’s left your drooly lips, and soon, it wasn’t long before you were whining in jungkook’s ear about how you were about to cum.
you lifted your head slightly, “i’m *pant* i-i’m—!”
jungkook shoved your face back in his neck, the pace of his thrusts increasing to a speed so fast it had you seeing spots.
“i know, baby. i know. fucking do it.”
your ears started to ring, and your back arched, a beautiful symphony of moans following seconds later. jungkook fucked you through it all with one hand still securely on the back of your neck, and the other now grabbing onto your hip so roughly you were sure to feel it in the morning.
his toes curled when he felt you gush around him. your pussy was practically suffocating his cock, convulsing around him so harshly it was almost difficult to continue moving.
you heard a few curses in korean, follow by one more hard thrust before a sudden warmth flooded your lower belly. jungkook ground into you from below, milking his orgasm for all it was worth—which was a lot.
without even thinking he pressed a quick peck to your shoulder, his lips lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.
“ . . . you okay? was i good?” he whispered into your ear, but the only response he was met with was a small snore. your body was completely limp, occasionally twitching in his arms.
jungkook hummed contently, nosing at your cheek. his hands ran slowly up and down your back, tracing random hearts and shapes as he did so.
he was gonna have to wake you up soon so you could pee, but for now that would wait. he just wanted to bask in this moment for as long as he could.
it’s been nine days since then, and you two have been fucking like rabbits everrrr since.
morning, afternoon, midday, the middle of the night—it didn’t matter what time it was. if jungkook was in the mood, he had to have you.
the urge to kiss you hasn’t lessened. in fact it only grew stronger and more unbearable as the days went by. his cock leaked pathetically with pre every time he thought about your lips against his. he craved the feeling of biting into the plushness of your bottom lip, and tugging just enough to have you whimpering.
when his tongue became less swole the first thing he tried to do was kiss you, only to be met with the petal soft skin of your cheek. ‘it’s only been three days, kook!’ you had scolded him, breaking his heart for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
you being the sweet, amazing girlfriend you were, fucked the sadness out of him every single time though hehe.
the situation always ended up the same way. jungkook would be underneath you, brown eyes the size of saucers while you rode him into a blissful oblivion. you rewarded his restraint to kiss you with sloppy pecks across his neck and throat, your tongue tracing random shapes and lines into the sweaty skin.
he felt like a fucking teenager with the way he was so quick to jump your bones.
it was now day ten, and jungkook has surely lost his mind by now.
he was currently home alone, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he waited to hear the familiar click! of the door unlocking.
you weren’t home, obviously. you had picked up an extra shift at the bakery you worked at, leaving jungkook all by his lonesome.
you’d been gone for seven whole hours, and to make things worse, you only texted kookie a handful of times before it was silence on your end.
he thought about going up there to visit you—maybe even partake in a sweet treat, but that would only end up doing him more harm than good. so here he sat, scrolling through your social medias for the umpteenth time.
fuck, you were so pretty. how did he end up with such a gorgeous girlfriend, hm? how did he manage to have the literal embodiment of perfection land in his lap?
he usually asked himself these questions when he was missing you really bad, or while he watched you sleep. is that creepy? eh, maybe, but who even really cares?
his eyes flicked up to the corner of the screen reading the time. it was fifteen minutes till five, and he still hadn’t heard from you since you last texted at noon.
“hope she isn’t working herself too hard . . .” he sighed, slumping back against the plush, gray couch cushions.
you were a bit of a perfectionist, and although he admired how much time and effort you put into your craft, he didn’t particularly care for how hard you were on yourself if the outcome wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
when you told jungkook baking was a ‘fun hobby’ of yours, he expected you to laugh off your minuscule mistakes, and enjoy the sweet treat. boy was he fucking wrong.
* cue super cute flashback *
“one more, one more!” jungkook chuckled, his tatted fingers gripping onto your chin to bring you in for another slow, nasty kiss. before you could even protest, his lips were against yours—soft and swollen from your previous kisses.
you giggled against his lips, a small gasp getting caught in your throat when he grabbed a handful of your ass over your pajama shorts. “mm, babe. i gotta get the cookies out before they burn,” you hummed, cunt clenching around nothing when he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth.
the sweet smell of brown sugar and chocolate wafted into your nose, and you knew soon enough the enticing smell would soon turn burnt and bitter if you didn’t act quickly.
jungkook gave you one last peck before releasing his grip on you, a lazy smirk lifting at the corner of his lips. “alright, alright. i’ll leave you alone . . . for now. now lets go check on those cookies,” he grinned, showcasing those oh so cute dimples that made you swoon every time you saw them.
he let you lead the way to the kitchen— why you ask? so he could fondle and smack your ass to his hearts content. you didn’t bother to say anything, allowing the giggling man behind you to continue his antics.
when you opened the oven your lips pulled into a thin line, already dissatisfied with the slightly burnt smell that greeted you.
while you were screaming in your mind twenty seven different ways, jungkook was behind you, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for you to pull the tray out. he was so blissfully unaware of how homicidal you were over these damn brown butter cookies.
he leant over the pan, taking a deep inhale of the sweet treat. “shit, these look incredible, baby,” he muttered, mouth now beginning to water.
all you could do was sigh, your brows pulling together in a deep frown. jungkook noticed this and it had the cogs in his brain turning. what could possibly be so wrong? these were the most perfectly baked cookies he’s ever seen!
without saying a word you slowly lifted up a cookie with a thin spatula. just as you thought—they were burnt. the bottom was entirely too dark for your liking. once they cooled they were going to be hard instead of soft. this just broke your heart.
jungkook noticed the cloudy look in your eyes and stood up straight. he turned your body towards his quickly, but gently. “hey, hey, what’s wrong? why do you look like you’re about to cr—i mean, um—”
it was too late. two fat tears were already rolling down cheeks, waiting to be wiped away by jungkook.
“ugh, why would you ask me thatttt? you know i always cry when you ask me that,” you sniffled, blinking away more tears. jungkook puffed air through his cheeks, and cupped your face with both hands. this made you want to cry even more, but you managed to pull it together with a slow, but shaky breath.
you tried to look everywhere besides in front of you, but it was painfully hard to avoid your boyfriends’ intense gaze.
“why are you crying? your cookies look perfect . . . i’m sorry, but i don’t—i don’t understand,” he spoke softly, sliding his hands from your jaw to your shoulders.
your eyes flicked to the tray beside you, and then to the floor. “i’ve . . . made these cookies so many times . . but the one time i wanna make them for you, i fucking burn them. what kinda sick joke is that?”
“but baby they look perfectly fine to—”
“uhn uhn!” you grabbed one of the now cooled cookies, and showed him the dark brown bottom. “they’re not moist! they’ll be hard—inedible soon enough,” you sighed, pulling apart the cookie to reveal the steaming inside.
jungkook was completely stumped. burnt cookies were a very dark brown, blackish color, and they usually left a foul stench in the air . . . yet these were a perfect golden brown, and smelt so sweet he could’ve gotten a tooth ache. was he missing something?
“hmph, i don’t know what went wrong. maybe i cooked the butter too long? maybe they weren’t cold enough? i don’t know . . . will you try, please?” you pouted, holding one half of the cookie in front of him. without a second thought, jungkook scarfed down the entire thing, along with the other half.
the still warm chocolate chips melted on his tongue, making him hum in content. you watched with an intense glint in your eyes, waiting for any sign that he disliked the cookie.
his tongue slowly ran over his bottom lip, and without saying a word he grabbed another cookie, devouring it in only two bites. your eyes softened, tear stained cheeks now feeling extra hot from embarrassment.
“shut up . . there’s no way they’re that good,” you muttered, hiding your face in his obscenely large pecs. jungkook only chuckled, his hand coming up to pet at your hair softly.
“i think you’re being entirely too hard on yourself, no? they may not be as soft as you want them, but they’re certainly edible, babe.” his words were so sweet, and so gentle, it made you want to start crying all over again.
when you didn’t say anything he continued, “you could serve me flour on a paper plate, and i’d still eat it because it was made by you, and i’m so serious.”
when he heard you giggling into his chest it made his heart clench, but in a good way! your laugh sounded like the finest of symphonies to him, a sound he could hear on repeat for all his days to come.
“there she is, there’s my girl. no more crying, ‘kay? makes my heart hurt to see you so sad,” he spoke lowly, giving the crown of your head three gentle kisses.
your eyes slowly shut, the sound of his heartbeat making you drowsier by the minute. you could’ve fallen asleep right there, standing and all, but the sudden smell warm brown sugar had your eyes fluttering back open.
“try it,” you heard him ask, although it sounded more like a demand. your lips parted, and with a little hesitation, you took a bite of the cookie. the taste of brown butter and vanilla had you humming in delight, and this brought a smirk to jungkook’s lips.
“good, right?”
you hummed a small ‘mhm’ in response, and took another bite. “still kinda dry. they’re decent at best, and i’ll never get hired at ‘the sweet spot’ with decent cookies.”
your body went stiff when you heard jungkook let out a particularly loud sigh.
he wasn’t bothered that you were talking about working at your dream job again, no, never that. what bothered him so damn much was that you really didn’t believe your baking was good enough to get the job.
jungkook cupped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look up at him. he muttered ‘stop that’ in korean. two words that you were very familiar with (due to you being a massive brat), and like every other time it made your cunt feel tingly.
“stop what . . .” you murmured, clearly acting clueless to what he was talking about.
he breathed out a small laugh, and tongued at the inside of his cheek, already caught on to your little game. “i believe my girl is smart enough to know what i’m talking about—”
with little to no strength he lifted you by the backs of your thighs, and set you on the counter. the cold marble had goosebumps rising all over your skin, and you’d be squealing right now if his lips weren’t smushed against yours to keep you quiet.
he kissed the corner of your mouth, and then your jaw, and then the shell of your ear before whispering, “but if you need me to help spell it out for you, i really don’t mind.”
jungkook could’ve popped a boner right then and there at the way your pupils blew out at his words.
that’s how you ended up on the couch, knees pushed allll the way to your shoulders while jungkook edged you with his mouth. his tongue caressed your clit for what felt like hours, and you weren’t allowed to cum, let alone even move out of his grip, until you were screaming out affirmations about how you were going to get that job at the bakery.
two days later you woke up bright and early to prepare some sample pastries for your interview, and to no ones surprise (not even your own) you got the job! that same night you rewarded jungkook with his favorite apple and brown sugar strudels, and some mean head to thank him for encouraging you so much. <3
* end of cute flashback *
when jungkook had zoned back in from reminiscing, his jeans felt five times tighter than they did before, and his hands felt clammy. he needed you. all of you.
he needed to feel the soft bud of your nipple graze his tongue as he sucked on it. he needed to feel the pressure of your thighs squeezing against his head as he devoured you like you were his last meal. and most importantly; he needed a fucking kiss god dammit!!
he could barely even remember what it felt like to suck your tongue into his mouth. shit, he could hardly even remember the taste of your cherry gloss!
damn, that lip gloss you wore always looked so pretty—especially when you would suck him off and leave remnants of it all along the base of his cock.
“aish . . .” the frustrated man huffed out, giving his cock a quick palm over his sweats. his nose twitched, much like a bunny, when a shot of pleasure rushed down his spine at the contact.
his dick throbbed, almost painfully, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would cave and help himself. he was only human after all!
before he could even process what he was doing, jungkook clicked the phone icon right above your name, and pressed the phone against his ear. as the line rung he was internally pleading for you to answer the phone. all he wanted to do was hear your voice.
suddenly he heard a click on the other line—
“hello?”
“o-oh!” jungkook sat up straight, his lips breaking into a dopey half-smile at the sound of your voice. “i didn’t expect you to answer . . . you never answered my texts—not that that’s a problem. i know you’re busy being the best pastry chef in the world.”
he could hear the smile on your face as you talked about the ups and downs of your day, and shamefully enough, it was making him harder.
god, he hated himself right now. why has this temporary ban on kisses made him to beside himself?
“an’ now i’m just hanging out in the office to take a break. i think i’m gonna head out soon, though. i’ve been so spaced out today.”
“mm, what have you been thinking about?”
jungkook didn’t mean to have that oh so familiar seductive tone in his voice, but unfortunately for him, he practically purred out the question.
there was silence, and then—
“honestly? . . . you giving me head.”
jungkook almost moaned aloud at that, but instead let out a sound that was a mix of a whine and a gasp.
this is why you were made for him, why you were his girl. you both craved each other so much. its always been an ongoing match of who’s the biggest yearner between the two of you.
“you there, babe? too crude for the workplace?”
your sweet laugh only fueled the fire in his lower belly. jungkook was so horny it was almost difficult for him to speak.
“n-no . . no, not at all. i’ve been thinking about the same thing actually. remember that day when you baked those cookies?”
he heard a small, barely audible noise that sounded a lot like a whimper. “mhm.”
with a shaky hand, jungkook pushed himself up using the armrest of the couch. everything was entirely too hot, he needed to feel some kind of relief.
“i remember how you couldn’t stop shaking when i was done. you came for, like, a whole minute. i couldn’t believe it.” as jungkook dumbly babbled about eating you out, he was also making his way to the bedroom.
the first thing that caught his attention when he walked in the room was your discarded panties from that morning. it felt like the peach colored garment was calling out to him. begging to be fucked n’ soiled by his sticky cum.
he was broken out of his thoughts when he heard the airy sound of your voice. “c’monnnn. don’t say stuff like that, or else i’ll look like a total mess in front of everyone.”
“mm, and what if i want that to happen?” he breathily chuckled, swiping your panties off the floor in one swift movement. he tucked the phone between his cheek and shoulder, and pulled his sweats down mid thigh before taking a seat at the edge of your shared bed.
“i think you look pretty cute all flustered and shy. i’m sure everyone else will think so, no?” jungkooks tone was very teasing, which was funny because he was honestly one stroke away from combusting into bits.
“mmcht. it might be cute to you, but i doubt my bosses will think it is.”
“hah—yeah . . . yeah, maybe you’re right,” jungkooks head tilted back when he finally wrapped the soft fabric of your panties over his swollen cock. it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him like you ever could, but it would have to do for now.
an attempt to stay neutral, and quiet was never even made because your man knew just how much you liked to hear him.
“k-kook, c’mon—”
“just fucking come home already, y/n. i don’t mean to rush you at all, baby, but—fuck. just—just listen,” his slurred sentenced trailed off with a moan, and suddenly your ears were met blessed with a wet shlicking sound.
“please—”
“i’m using your panties. the ones you left on the floor this morning to be—ngh, specific.”
jungkook knew he was being sooo mean, and sooo unfair, but unfortunately my mans was fresh out of self control.
“hurry up, and come home so we can ruin each other,” he rasped, letting out one last moan to break you even more.
the dark haired mans eyes fluttered shut, and the first image that popped in his head was you; stark naked, and spread out for him, ready to have your pussy eaten until you cried.
he brought your panties to his nose, and took a deep inhale, while his other hand steadily pumped the thick base of his dick. they sorta smelled of him now, but the scent of you was still overwhelmingly there.
“mm, fuck,” he panted out, poking his tongue out to take an experimental lick at the crotch part. what he was going was disgusting, humiliating, and beyond perverted, but—
“shittt. it tastes just like her.”
his ring clad fingers squeezed harshly at the tip, and when he ran his thumb over the leaky slit, he tried his absolute best to imagine it was you.
time had seemed to go by rather fast, because just as jungkook was about to edge himself for the third time, he heard the door, followed by quick footsteps. there was no point in trying to hide what he was doing because; 1. he was too horny to give a shit and 2. he actually wanted you to see him like that.
your reaction was just as he pictured in his head only moments ago—flustered and intrigued. “oh . . . you’re here. i missed you, baby. so much.”
the evidence of his confession was leaking obscenely in front of you, and all you could do was stand there with parted lips, and clenched thighs.
with a low grunt, jungkook released his firm grip on his cock. “c’mere. ‘wanna touch you.”
your bag was the first to go, the designer accessory hitting the carpet with a soft thud. it was like your feet had a mind of their own, one taking a step after the other until you were nearly in your boyfriends’ grasp.
the moment you were in reach, he was tugging you closer by your flour stained shirt, and burying his face between your covered breasts. “h-hey!” you gasped, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders. “this shirt is all dirty, honey, c’mon.”
“then take it off,” jungkook grunted below you, lifting up your shirt to finally kiss at your skin. he just didn’t give a shit anymore about the piercing rejecting, and if he kept this up, you were going to soon stop caring as well.
he kissed around the curves of your hips, making sure to give each side a cheeky little nibble, before tracing his tongue around your tummy.
“i’ll never get over how cute this is . . . suits you so well, sugar,” he spoke lowly, referring to the baby pink hello kitty jewelry that was pierced through your naval.
a purr rumbled in jungkooks chest when you scratched lightly at his scalp, murmuring a small, but sweet ‘thank you.’
“just—just lemme get these yucky clothes off, and take a shower before we get down to . . um, to business.” words that you were barely able to get out in the first place were quickly washed away, and long forgotten as jungkook suckled at your hip bone.
“you took a shower this morning, i’m sure you’re fine.”
this earned him a scoff, followed by a weak push to his shoulders. “i just worked for almost ten hours. not so sure i’m at my freshest.”
suddenly jungkooks nose was pressed against your lower tummy, “and yet you smell like sugar and . . . mm, strawberries?”
“close,” you whispered, taking his chin between your fingers. jungkook preened at the physical contact, leaning into your touch even further. his eyes widened slightly, patiently waiting for you to finish what you were saying.
“that’s cherries you’re actually smelling. i made a batch of cherry strudels before i left,” you finally spoke, scratching at his chin.
his lips parted, but you were quick to interrupt him, “i already know what you’re going to ask, and yes, there’s some in the kitchen waiting for you. ‘could never make some strudels without bringing one home for my kookie.”
fuck. you were just so sweet, and considerate, it made jungkook feel feral. his neglected cock twitched, begging for some kind of attention.
his fingers fiddled with the button to your jeans, and with those wide doe of his, he silently asked for permission to undo it. you bit your lip, hesitant at first, but after a little thought you slowly nodded.
his eyes stayed on yours, never once breaking contact as he undid the button of your jeans, the zipper soon following. “love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, slowly pulling them down.
you didn’t know what to expect during this very intense moment with your man, but what you certainly didn’t expect was for him to just start eating it through your panties!
his nose nudged against your clit as his tongue caressed the crotch area of your strawberry patterned panties. he could taste you. barely, but just enough. he could’ve passed away right then and there, and would’ve died happy, and content.
you were still standing, knees knocking together as you tried to keep yourself up. “babe, i really should freshen up f-first. h-hah, what about your piercing?”
suddenly a rush of pleasure shot down your back, making your body jolt forward. the sensation felt . . . foreign. this was odd, because jungkook has eaten you out through your panties plenty of times before.
“did you like the way that felt?” you heard the man below you speak, a cheeky smile spreading across his features. “want me to do it again? here—”
that same feeling returned, except it was more sloppy, more wet. it had your head tilting back, and if it weren’t for jungkook holding you up by the backs of your thighs, you surely would’ve collapsed.
you were absolutely speechless. your cunt was doing more of the talking than you were at this point, dripping into your panties, and creating an even bigger mess.
when you didn’t say anything, too wrapped in your own head, he spoke once more. “you like that, huh? like the way it feels on your pussy?”
your eyes fluttered rapidly, and when you peeked down, jungkook’s tongue was shallowly sticking out, giving you a nice view of the silver ball in the center. his tongue cupped your clit over your panties, slowly moving side to side.
jungkook was genuinely surprised he was keeping it together so well, and taking his time with you. before you arrived, the only thing he could think about was tearing these same panties he was kissing and licking on into two.
all you could do was watch in awe, the inside of your mind sounding like nothing but static. jungkook nipped at the inside of your thigh, regaining your attention.
“just a little taste, cutie. i can rinse with mouthwash after *kiss kiss* to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” you could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit as jungkook kissed over your clothed mound.
his fingers looped in the lacy waistband of your panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them down low enough just to get a peek at the fat of your pussy. he could see your clit peeking out from between your slicked folds, swollen and looking as tempting as ever.
“before you do that,” you whispered, carefully stepping out of your jeans, “i want a kiss.”
your man wasted no time pulling you into his lap, and it felt heavenly to be able to feel his dick press against your clothed pussy.
his tatted hand cupped the side of your face, “i just might die, and i’m not even kidding.”
this made you laugh, and although he was pleased to have made you smile, he was deadly serious. being denied your kisses had him nearly climbing up the walls!
“mm, you’re so dramatic—”
and that was the last thing that was said before jungkook’s lips were smushed against yours.
soft. that was the first word that popped in his mind. your lips, your skin, the little noises you made as he deepened the kiss—it was all just so soft.
you could tell he was trying to be gentle, and take his time, but it wasn’t long before his thumb was pushing down on your chin to part your lips wider.
the kiss was slow, deep, everything that he had imagined for the past ten days. feverishly, he sucked your tongue into his mouth, and the faint taste of cherry compote had him moaning into the kiss.
you could feel his piercing slide against your tongue. it had you shaking, like it was your first time kissing him all over again.
“hah—shit,” jungkook moaned, greedily kissing his way down to your neck. your skin was a bit sweaty from working so hard, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. “need to taste you now.”
you squeaked, eyes squeezing shut as he flipped you on your back with ease. his face burrowed into your neck, and while he whined apologies into your ear about the sudden roughness, his bottom half was also rutting pitifully into yours.
“oh my . . .” your lips parted in a dreamy sigh, lashes fluttering when you felt his swollen tip rub directly onto your clit. “p-please do something, kook.”
your shirt was pushed up, along with your bra, and seconds later you felt a pair of lips wrap around your left nipple. jungkook wasn’t pretty with it—he slobbered and licked all around your breast, making sure to swirl his piercing around your nipple in between licks.
“i am, baby. i am,” he gave your neglected nipple a wet kiss, “i got you, don’t worry.”
while you made quick work to rid your shirt and bra, jungkook kissed his way down your body, leaving a glistening trail behind him. when he reached your pussy, your thighs twitched making him smirk.
“you may be crying by the time i’m done with you,” he spoke softly, giving you clit one last kiss over your panties. “so i wanna apologize beforehand.”
he took his time removing your panties, his eyes zeroing in at the way your essence clung to the soaked cotton.
the second his tongue swiped between your sopping folds, he was greeted with a taste sweeter than anything you have ever baked for him. there was a slight tang that had him salivating for more, but the sweetness overpowered everything.
you knew jungkook was bound to have his dramatics turnt all the way up given the circumstances, but you definitely didn’t expect him to let out the loudest, most whiniest pornographic moan you’ve ever heard!
“babe,” you breathily giggled, combing your fingers through his hair. you tugged lightly on the strands when he sucked your swollen button into his mouth, the tip of his tongue caressing the pearl ever so gently. “p-pace yourself now, we have all the time in the world.”
jungkook hummed, but you honestly couldn’t even tell if he had heard a word you just said.
with a low grunt he pushed the backs of your knees up, and used his entire mouth to cup your pussy. his tongue slithered all between your folds before the infamous piercing finally swiped against your clit.
your stomach clenched when he did it again, and when he did it a third time, his ears were rewarded with you moaning out his name oh so sweetly.
“mm, you like that, baby? how does it feel? describe it for me,” he purred, circling his tongue around your clit. a shudder ran down your spine, and your cheeks felt as if someone placed hot coals on them.
“babe p-please—”
“do it.”
your lower half thrusted into nothing as jungkook spit directly on your clit. you could feel the saliva trickle between your folds, creating a wetter, even bigger mess between your thighs.
the center of of his tongue circled figure eights onto your clit, and you could feel the silver ball with every movement. your boyfriend was slowly, but surely, pushing you to your limit.
“it feels . . . u-um, like, different?”
“different in what way, baby? c’mon, i know that pretty head can come up with some smart words. you got the smartest mouth i know.” you could feel his smirk in your skin when he finished his sentence.
jungkook cupped your clit with his lips, and dragged his tongue all around the nub. his eyes fluttered shut at the symphony of moans that spilled past your kiss bitten lips.
the more he licked, the more your mind became a muddled mess. “kook—please slow down. i can’t thinkkk!” you whined, weakly pushing at his forehead.
your pleas only made him more feral for you, unfortunately.
the back of your head flew into the mattress when he hiked your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face impossibly closer to your cunt. the grip he had on your thighs was kinda fucking ridiculous. you couldn’t move an inch!!
he has been hitting the gym a little harder to deal with all his pent up frustration, but jesus, you didn’t think he’d bulk up so quickly. if you were to compare your head to his biceps, you were sure they’d be bigger.
after ogling his physique from above, a pinch to your thigh brought you back to reality.
“i believe i asked you a question some time ago, and you still haven’t answered it.” his words were muffled into your thigh, and once he was done speaking he nipped at the skin just to hear you whine again.
“u-um, it feels hard . . weird, n’ makes her feel extra—ngh,” you tried to shut your thighs around his head from sensitivity, the word you were trying to say before you were interrupted, but jungkook was not letting up.
the sudden intrusion of his tongue in your clenching hole had tears springing to your eyes, but as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone just as quick.
“oh . . did you like that? maybe you should finish what you were saying, and i’ll reward you for it.” his tone was teasing, and just when you were gonna snap back at him, he was slurping obscenely at your cunt.
“i—”
with one final lick to your throbbing clit, you were cumming all over jungkooks tongue with a weak cry.
you couldn’t form a word, nor thought. all you could do was go limp, and let him have his way with you. he didn’t even mind that you came without permission—frankly, you could do anything you wanted, as long as he got to remain between your soaked thighs.
your essence coated his tongue like dribbles of honey, and he drank up every drop until your thighs were twitching against his reddened ears.
with a deep groan, jungkook pushed your knees alllll the way back, and when you wrapped your hands around your ankles to keep them in place, his chest swelled with pride.
jungkook latched on your clit, and hollowed his cheeks, earning a squeak from you. when his head shook back and forth, that’s when the tears in your eyes started free falling.
“o-ohh my,” you cried out, thighs now beginning to shake.
jungkook stopped, and only stopped, when he felt your finger tips tap repeatedly at his shoulders. something you only did when you were way past your limits.
he nosed at your clit, and gave her one more sloppy kiss before pulling away, but only by an inch. he didn’t want to stray too far from he wanted to be most.
it was silent for a few minutes; the only thing being heard were your shaky breaths, and the occasional whimper.
his lips brushed against your thigh, and when he started covering the dewy skin in kisses, you were mewling in protest. “i can’t, kook,” he heard you sniffle from above him.
“ngh—you’re lucky i’m so hard. otherwise i’d make you do it again,” he growled, slapping your pussy with his palm. your body jolted, and when you attempted to push yourself away from him, you were surprised to see you were out of his iron grip.
there you laid at the top of bed; chest heaving and legs shaking, meanwhile jungkook stayed knelt at the edge, eyeing you very intensely.
you felt your heart begin to hammer against your ribcage when he stood at his full height. the new addition to his sleeve tattoo that he had gotten a few weeks prior had him looking intimidating as ever.
he was silent as he removed his shirt, and he was still quiet as he shed his sweats and briefs. his cock was now an angry red shade, and leaking like a damn faucet. it had saliva pooling on your tongue.
“you gonna come down here, and take it? gonna come take what’s yours?” he spoke lowly, brown eyes never once leaving yours as he spit in his hand. he used that same hand to pump his twitching cock, slowly and teasingly.
your lips pushed into a pout, but you nodded, completely disregarding the throbbing between your legs. you needed him in your mouth immediately. even if it was just a taste.
his nostrils flared when you crawled over to him on all fours, and once you were finally in reach, his thumb hooked into your mouth, forcing you to look up at him.
“mm, you want some don’t you?”
his thumb was pushing down on your tongue, preventing you from speaking, so you just nodded. to drive him even crazier, you started sucking on the digit, even going as far as to moan around it.
“baby please,” your boyfriend panted above you, his cock twitching wildly at the action. he was so close to busting a nut, but he had to keep it together so you could have your fun with him.
he truly had you so spoiled.
he took the throbbing muscle in his hand once more, and slapped it against your cheek. “can’t do this for long. i’m already close enough as it is,” he warned, tracing the dribbling tip over your lips.
your eyes flicked from his cock to those big, brown boba eyes, and with a slow lick to your lips, you nodded.
when your lips wrapped around his cock, jungkooks jaw went completely slack. you gave him the same treatment he gave you; wet and messy.
thanks to copious amounts of throat training, you were able to take more than half of his cock in your mouth with ease. when the tip brushed against the back of your throat, his hips stuttered. “shitttt.”
you tried not to get carried away, but the nosies he was making were so pretty :(( you never wanted them to end.
your hand cupped his balls, and this earned you a nice, strained groan from him.
“geumanhae,” he muttered, yanking you back by your hair until only the tip remained between your lips. a shiver ran down his spine when he felt you exhale through your nose, and with one last trace around the head, you were pulling back completely.
you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. “stop what?”
jungkook chuckled softly, running a tatted hand through his slightly damp hair. “stop trying to make me cum. you’re not that slick.”
you fake pouted, and leant forward, messily kissing all across his thighs and lower abdomen. “what gave me away?” you spoke softly, trailing your kisses higher up his body.
when you reached his lips, jungkook gave in and gave you a single, slow kiss. “was too wrapped in it to realize anything . . . until you started moaning too. you know that shit makes me cum quick,” he chuckled, bumping his nose against yours.
“pfft, whatever. now gimme another kiss.”
jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. he squished your cheeks together, and slithered his tongue into your mouth. when you started sucking on his tongue, his chest deflated in a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
you both were as physically close as two people could be, but it just wasn’t enough for him. god, he just wanted to live in your skin all day, everyday.
“how do you want it?” he hummed, kissing his way down to your neck. your chest arched into his, and with a dreamy sigh you said, “on my stomach.”
you heard a small ‘mhm’ and then you were turnt around, and pushed to your tummy. your lashes fluttered weakly, trying to process jungkook’s quickness. you shimmied further up the bed to rest your head on the mountain of pillows at the top.
“oh, baby. you don’t need those,” you heard your man chuckle behind you. you felt the bed dip, and then a sudden warmth against your back. jungkook lifted your head up gently, and slid him arm underneath with ease, allowing your head to rest prettily on his bicep. “not when you can lay right here.”
his bicep was nice n’ strong, but soft enough to rest against. the perfect pillow.
you used whatever strength you had left to spread your thighs apart, you didn’t stop until your knees knocked against his muscly thighs. “please put it in.”
jungkook rubbed the fat tip of his dick between your swollen folds, his nose twitching at the intense warmth that greeted him.
“hah—i’ll try to go slow . . can’t guarantee anything after that.”
he circled his tip around your clit, relishing in the wet noises that he heard, and with a shallow inhale, he finally pushed the first couple of inches inside your pussy.
he heard you let out a tiny gasp, and your body tensed slightly at the intrusion. “d-don’t clench so hard, baby,” he panted in your ear, “s’just me. ease up.”
the warmth that you felt on your back suddenly spread all along your body. jungkook covered you like a blanket, not letting a single sliver of your skin go untouched by him.
that sweet, citrusy smell of his wafted into your nose, and that’s when you finally eased up, allowing him to push more of his cock inside your tight heat. jungkook was careful with it at first; slowly sliding in and out until he was pumping into you with ease.
your brows scrunched together in pleasure, “oh fuck.”
jungkook made a noise in his chest so low at you cursing, it sent shivers down your spine. his free hand snaked underneath your bodies, and pinched at your clit. “w-watch that fuckin’—ngh, mouth.”
“s-sorry, sorry! can you go faster, please?”
you could feel jungkooks cock twitch inside you at your request, and without saying a word, he pulled alllll the way out before slamming back inside you. he moaned into your shoulder when your ass shimmied against his front. “what’re you doing, baby?” his voice was raspy, and strained as if he’d been hurt.
“need—need all of it in me,” you slurred out, too cockdrunk to even care about how stupid his dick has made you already. all you knew in this moment was that you needed every. single. inch of him.
“don’t worry, you got it all. just focus on feeling good for me,” jungkook whispered in your ear, now starting a steady rhythm of deep thrusts. you didn’t need to be told twice, and just completely went limp, allowing him to have his way with you once more.
his rough fingers grabbed at the fat of your hips, pulling you more into him, so he could fuck you harder.
“you like that? like when i fuck you like this?” he growled, wrapping his tatted bicep around your neck. your chin was resting on his forearm, and soon enough drool was dribbling from between your plush lips and onto his skin.
the loud moan you let out was more than enough of a response for him.
being trapped in his arms like this always made you excited, and a little scared. he was just sooo much bigger compared to you, and the fact that he was able to keep you in place or manhandle into any position he wanted didn’t make the obsession any better.
“ah ah ah! o-oh my goddd,” your baby pink, sock covered feet kicked wildly against the bed when his cock hit a spongy spot particularly deep inside of you. “gon—gonna cum soon,” you wept into his skin, the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as the seconds passed.
“i-i know. i can feel it.”
and he wasn’t lying. your walls pulsed around him like crazy, warning him of your nearing orgasm. the loud squelching that happened each time he pushed into you was also a dead giveaway.
jungkooks hand snaked beneath your bodies once more, stopping at your lower tummy. he used three fingers to push down, hard.
this had your eyes crossing, your back arching into his scorching hot chest.
“j-jeonnn—!” you squealed out, limbs having a mind of their own as they twitched and shook violently underneath him.
jungkook tightened his grip around your neck, and fucked into you even harder, milking your orgasm for all it was worth.
“uhn, shit. squeezin’ me so tight, baby. who’s fucking you so good like this, huh?” he grit out, lowering his head to smush the side of his against your own. his tongue darted out to lick at a stray tear falling down your temple.
you couldn’t speak. your entire mind sounded like static, completely useless. that definitely wasn’t sitting right with your man.
“a-ah! jung—jungkook!” you sobbed out, the nerve endings on you shoulder going crazy from being bitten by him. it hurt, like a lot, but it also felt fucking amazing.
jungkooks tongue lolled out to soothe the bite, and each time his piercing swiped across the sensitive flesh you shivered. “there you go, baby. that’s all i wanted to hear.”
his heavy, brutal thrusts were no more, instead he settled for shallow grinding. god, he was so close to cumming, but he couldn’t. not now at least.
“c’mon. wanna— *huff* wanna fuck in front of the mirror.”
you whined at this, shaking your head weakly in protest. jungkook chuckled, sitting back on his knees, cock still nestled snugly inside of you. he spread your ass cheeks, teeth clamping onto his bottom lip at the sight of your cunt hugging his length so nicely.
“ugh, babe. m’so sensitive, please,” you sniffled, brows scrunching together in pleasure once more. this fucker had the audacity to flex his cock inside you, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face.
“pleaseee? i’ll be extra gentle i promise.”
you let out a small sigh when his rough hands began to massage at your lower back, careful not to press too hard.
“you’re such a liar. as soon as you have me bent over, you’ll be rough again,” you giggled, arousal starting slowly to pool in your belly once again.
you could feel the way his cock twitched, the way the thick veins wrapped around the base thrummed against your walls. fuck, you really wanted to feel the warmth of him nutting inside you.
jungkook mumbled a small apology as he slowly pulled his cock out, and wow. you had his shit glistening. streaks of your cream coated the base, and if you weren’t feeling so tired, he’d make you clean up your mess.
“turn around for me, pretty girl. wanna see your face.”
it took a minute, or three, but you finally managed to turn over with a loud huff. jungkook was still sitting back on his knees, eyes now glued to your swollen cunt.
you were so wet.
dribbles of your cum trailed down your ass cheeks and onto the bed, soaking the black cotton sheets even further. he chuckled, “guess i’m gonna have to do laundry . . . again. what a sloppy pussy you got, princess.”
he slapped your pussy once, twice, and when he did it a third time your thighs were closing in sensitivity.
“what’s wrong? thought you liked when i slapped her like that?” he tongued at the inside of his cheek, admiring how phat your pussy looked with your thighs closed the way they were.
“mm, i do. just extra sensitive right now,” you giggled hugging your knees to your chest.
jungkook slowly got off the bed, and with little to no strength, he pulled you down to the edge by your thighs. your arms reached out for him, and he was happy to lean down to let you wrap your arms around his thick neck.
“gonna let me have my way with you again, cutie?” he smirked, lifting your body off the bed. his rough hands cupped your ass, keeping you flush against his chest. the tip of his cock bumped against your cunt, and if he wasn’t so bent on taking you in front of the long mirror against the bedroom wall, you knew he’d fuck you right here, standing and all.
“you may . . . but you better be gentle. i have work tomorrow, n’ don’t wanna be sore,” your nails scratched at the nape of his neck, making him sigh contently. “you’re the best, baby.”
your legs slowly unwinded from around his waist, allowing him to set you down. you heard a giggle, and whipped your head around. “you laughin’ at me?” you smirked, getting on your knee in front of the mirror.
jungkook joined you on the floor, his lips breaking into an even bigger smile. “yes, yes, a little. your legs are shaking so much, i can’t help it.” and there he went showcasing those two, front bunny teeth that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw them.
you shifted towards him, your eyes sparkling like the finest of diamonds. “you’re so handsome,” you whispered, resting your hands on his thick thighs. “gimme a kiss.”
it was so nice to kiss your man again, it really was. his lips were always so soft, and plush. he did things with his tongue during kisses that you didn’t even know were possible!
“s-so obsessed with you,” jungkook moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping onto the fat of your hips so harshly, you were sure to feel it for the next couple hours.
your hand wrapped around his leaky, neglected dick, giving it a few slow pumps. jungkooks abs clenched, and his mouth parted, allowing you to suck his tongue into your mouth.
you let out a small squeak when he smacked your ass, tatted hand grabbing onto the soft, jiggly flesh afterwards. “you’re—heh, y-you’re distracting me,” he moaned softly, giving your ass another quick slap.
“m’sorry, baby. just can’t help myself, i missed your kisses so much.”
jungkook could’ve fucking cried. he was so turned on, and in love right now, the shit nearly brought him to tears.
“no, no, don’t be sorry. never be sorry, especially when it comes to men, remember?” he whined into the kiss, sloppily making his way down your jaw, and into the crook of your neck. “you’re everything—a fucking goddess. everyone should be kissing the ground you walk on.”
jungkook wasn’t even sure what he was saying at this point, too drunk on you and your body to even care what was coming out of his mouth.
your head tilted back in a moan, giving jungkook more access to your neck. “don’ say stuff like that. gonna make me an even bigger brat than i already am.”
jungkook didn’t mind that honestly. yes, you can be the biggest, poutiest brat he’s ever met, but you were his brat.
his brat to punish and reward as he see fit. his to fuck, and then take care of afterwards. his to spoil.
and spoiled you were!
after many failed relationships/situationships, jungkook became your first real boyfriend when you reached your early twenties. he took care of you financially, and loved you in ways you didn’t even know were possible, ruining you for any man or woman that could potentially come after him. (there will be no one that comes after him.)
“i don’t give a fuck about that. gotta keep you bratty so you need me all the time. all i wanna do is be needed by you, y/n.”
with one final kiss to your sweaty skin, jungkook removed his face from that oh so comfortable crook in your neck. “now turn around, and arch for me.”
you didn’t say anything. you just peered at him through your lashes, and gave him that look. the look that silently told him you wanted him to fuck you sooo good, and fill you up with his kids.
you turned around, now facing the mirror. you looked completely spent; the light eye makeup you wore to work was now streaky and smudged. the cherry gloss you were once wearing was now nothing but a memory—jungkook made sure of that.
your eyes found his in the mirror, and never left them as you got on all fours. your back arched, and that’s when jungkook was the first to break eye contact, his eyes immediately falling on your pussy.
you looked very enticing from this angle to say the least.
“remember,” you spoke softly, regaining his attention, “go slow.”
he didn’t want to go slow, like at all. his balls felt so heavy, ready to fill up your soft walls. going slow was the last thing jungkook wanted to do.
but you were his princess, his special girl, his reason for still having hope in this crazy world—so instead of fucking you into you floor like he hated you, jungkook took his time. well sorta.
he used no hands to push himself back inside your warmth, something you both very much enjoyed to watch, and slammed all the way in without warning.
you made a noise between a sob and a moan, completely taken aback by the action. your face fell into the plush carpet, your arch deepened, and jungkook could tell you were going to lay into him by the pout on your lips, but he was quick to shush your whines with a few soft kisses on the small of your back.
“so deep like this . .” your voice was light and airy, brain totally convinced that jungkook was almost in your tummy. a whine bubbled in your chest when he pulled your head up by your hair, forcing you to look at him once more.
“keep your head up. ‘wanna see your face while i fuck you.”
sigh, he had such a way with words.
a small, dopey smile formed on your lips, and he could see the hearts forming in your eyes at the demand. “i’ll keep my head up. promise.”
jungkook offered you a small smile in the mirror, and then his eyes slowly trailed to the sight of your cunt swallowing up his dick. your ass was pressed nice n’ tight against his pelvis, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel the heat from your pussy against his balls.
he tongued at his lip piercing, nostrils flaring as he slowly pulled out an inch, and then pushed himself back in. he just kept repeating to himself ‘need to go slow. need to go slow. need to go slow for her.’
while jungkook was having an internal battle to keep his composure, you were having your own challenges trying to keep your head up. each time he pushed back in, he went all the way in to the hilt, letting his fat tip knock against sensitive, spongy spot deep inside you.
a pearl colored ring of cream was now forming on the base of his cock, and that just made it all the more harder to keep his slow, steady rhythm going.
“love taking you like this,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your peachy ass. when he glanced your reflection in the mirror; your head was still surprisingly up, but your eyes were low lidded, and your teeth were clamped onto your bottom lip so hard it looked like you were on the verge of drawing blood.
thankfully you released the plump flesh to respond to him, “y-yeah, me too.”
although you couldn’t see what he did, you could certainly hear it. the sound of his thick cock splitting open your creamy folds was deafening. you were so wet that at some points, jungkook was afraid his dick would slip right out of you.
“stop clenching s-so much,” he huffed, pulling you back by the fat of your ass to fuck into you not faster, but harder.
each time he was a little more than halfway out, you would clench your cunt around his tip, like you were afraid he’d pull out, and leave you high and dry.
“sorry i just—hah! n-need you to go a little faster? please?” you tried to make it sound like a demand, but under your boyfriends’ hungry stare, it was hard to give him any kind of orders. he made you feel so helpless when he got like this.
“yeah? like this?” the pace of his hips increased slightly, but not enough to satiate you. your eyes met his in the mirror again, “um, more like this—”
you pulled your hips forward, and slammed them back. you repeated this action until jungkook began to match your pace while also maintaining how hard his cock was pumping into you.
you thought he was deep before, but this was entirely new—you could feel him in your chest! it hurt a little, but it hurt so good.
“y-yeah—mm, just like that.” your head was starting to droop, obstructing his view of your pretty, fucked out face. this simply wouldn’t do—not when you’ve reached being peak cockdrunk.
your head was yanked up by your hair, and kept in place by jungkooks hand, his grip not loosening in the slightest. “do you even know what your name is right now?” he chuckled, swatting at your ass before gripping the jiggling flesh.
you whined, lips pushing into a pout as you shook your head ‘no’. this made his smile grow wider, and his balls tighten—he needed you cum inside you now.
his hand moved from your hair to your throat, and with a gentle tug, he finally relieved you of holding yourself up by keeping you pressed tightly against his sweaty chest.
“i’m so fucking cl-ose, god. please tell me you’re close, baby,” his words came out slurred from him mouthing at your shoulder.
you wanted to answer him, please him, but you simply couldn’t find the worlds—let alone move your lips to say them. that was until jungkook threatened to pull out if you didn’t.
you knew he wasn’t bluffing by the way his hips started to slow, and you’d be damned if they came to a complete stop.
you turned your head towards him, and jungkooks lips caught yours in a nasty kiss. tongues were sucked, teeth clashed together, and while he sucked on your bottom lip, you muttered out a breathy, ‘i’m close, kook.’
“i love you so much.”
“i love you m-more.”
several bruising thrusts later, and jungkook was cumming inside you with a loud whine, his hand closing around the sides of your throat a bit tighter to keep you in place. he shoved his free hand between your dripping thighs, and with three thick fingers, he rubbed fast circles on your clit.
“o-oh shittt!” your hand wrapped around his tatted wrist tightly, fingernails digging into his heated skin in a weak attempt to stop him.
“i told you to watch your fucking mouth,” he moaned out, pushing your head into the carpet, hard. you barely noticed though, too wrapped up in your quickly approaching orgasm.
he propped one knee up, and began delivering mean strokes. “you’re kinda struggling to listen today *huff* guess i can’t blame you though,” he chuckled, briefly slowing his thrusts so he could let a glob of spit fall into the already excessively wet mess between your bodies.
his cock as completely covered in your essence and his cum, and fuck, he felt so sensitive and raw, but he just couldn’t stop. in this moment, he truly believed that fucking your creamed pussy like this was the closest he’d get to feeling nirvana.
you were completely taken aback by how rough he was being with you. you loved it. you wanted more.
just as you were about to cum you moaned out ‘oh fuck!’ so loud, you were sure your neighbors heard. this only made jungkook smush your face harder into the carpet, his body hunching almost completely over yours as he fucked you at a speed so quick it had you seeing white.
you could suddenly feel puffs of air against your ear.
“if you wanted to get fucked harder all you had to do was ask—don’t gotta disobey me to get me to do it,” you heard him growl into your ear, and that’s what had you cumming with a squeal, your back arching completely into the floor.
jungkook fucked you through the entire thing, and then some more.
“y-yeah, that’s right. get it out for me—f-fuck, you sound so hot,” he whined into your hair, his pace never once faltering. he pressed a kiss to your sweaty shoulder, and straightened up his back. he bit down roughly on his bottom lip as he admired the erotic sight before him.
“p-pull out!” you moaned out, and when your cunt clenched tightly around his cock, he knew what was coming.
jungkook pulled out completely, and a clear stream of your cum followed, soaking the carpet beneath you. your body went limp, slowly slumping into a pile of mush.
you whimpered, tears free falling down your cheeks as jungkook massaged your ass and lower back. you could hear him mumbling praises, but you were entirely too spent to respond.
“c’mon, lets get you off the floor, and into the shower,” he spoke softly, earning a whine of disapproval from you. “you’re all messy, baby. plus, you need to pee,” he said matter of factly. he never failed to wake you up out a blissful post-fuck catnap to pee.
“fine, but you’re gonna have to carry me.”
“don’t i always, pretty girl?”
fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in the shower with jungkook, steaming water cascading down your sore bodies. jungkook had wrapped your hair up for you before you got in, allowing you to enjoy this quiet time with no worries.
he held you tightly against his chest, and hummed lowly, rocking your bodies side to side. after a few moments he whispered, “you think you can stand by yourself while i wash you?”
he was always such an intimate, sweet man.
you pressed a gentle kiss to his pec and nodded. “wanna wash you too when you’re done,” you mumbled, immediately missing his warmth as you detached your arms from around his slim waist.
jungkook was quick to squirt your favorite hemp rose soap into a loofa, and with careful hands, he scrubbed your body. first was your shoulders, and then your breasts where he took his sweet time, and as he scrubbed over your tummy and lower abdomen, a certain feeling had your lower half tingling.
“turn around, baby,” he hummed, adding more soap onto the loofa. he washed over your back carefully, afraid that if he added too much pressure, you’d shatter right in front of him.
he had you turn towards him once again, and got on his knees so he could wash your legs. he was very thorough. not a an inch of skin gone untouched by him.
he was eye level with your still messy pussy, and he’d be lying if he said taking a lick or two didn’t cross his perverted mind.
he looked up at you through his dripping lashes, “could you hand me your washcloth, please? gotta, um, clean up between your thighs.”
you brushed dark, wet strands of hair out of his face, allowing you to see those oh so tempting big, brown eyes of his.
“how about . . you use your tongue?” your voice came out tiny at the end, embarrassment flooding your system. you weren’t the best at dirty talk like this freak was.
he smirked at you, “yeah? want me to clean you up?”
he kissed at the insides of your thighs, nipping at the petal soft skin every now again to hear you gasp. your back fell against the cool tiles of the shower wall when you felt his tongue ghost over your slit.
he swiftly, yet calmly lifted your leg up by the back of your knee, and set it carefully over his shoulder. his tongue flattened, and slowly licked between your folds. the taste that greeted him was nothing less than sweet.
because of his great diet, jungkooks cum was on the sweeter side, so he never minded eating it out your pussy, especially when yours was mixed with it.
“keep going s-slow like that,” you huffed out, bucking your hips up. jungkook hummed and continued slowly stroking your clit, with his tongue. when his piercing brushed over it you mewled like a kitten, brows scrunching in pleasure.
his hand caressed the thigh that was on his shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps with each touch.
“good pussy,” he mumbled into your cunt, circling your hole with his tongue before slowly pushing it inside. your stomach caved in in sensitivity, a broken moan slipping past your kiss bitten lips.
his tongue massaged your sensitive walls, curling up just enough to have your thighs twitching. his nose nudged against your clit with each movement, bringing you closer and closer to your umpteenth orgasm of the night. you’d lost count long ago.
you nearly collapsed when you felt a finger prod at your entrance, and jungkook was quick to kiss your whines away with small pecks to your clit. “just one, baby. just wanna get you to where you need to be,” he groaned into your cunt, sucking your clit between his plump lips.
your thighs started to shake, and it wasn’t love before you were creaming all over jungkooks tongue with a high whimper. he laved his tongue sloppily over your swollen button, making you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible.
he licked your pussy clean, not leaving a drop behind to be wasted. “always so sweet for me,” he grinned, kissing the mound of your pussy before standing.
“now let me actually clean you up, needy girl,” he smirked, reaching for your lilac colored washcloth. he was gentle as ever as he slide the cloth over your gooey folds. he would mumble sweet apologies anytime he brushed over your raw clit, and each apology was followed by a kiss.
he was next to be washed down, and trust you took your sweet time running the navy blue loofa over his slicked skin. when you reached his lower half, he just smirked at you the entire time.
“my eyes are up here, pretty,” he chortled, regaining your attention that was previously on his soft cock. even when he wasn’t aroused his cock still looked so enticing.
once out of the shower, jungkook did all the work; meaning he dried you off, covered your body in shea butter, and ‘dressed you’ which was just him putting one of his shirts on you with nothing underneath.
all that fucking made him work up quite the appetite, so you weren’t entirely surprised when he started complaining of a rumbling stomach.
you settled on whipping him up his favorite spicy instant ramen with a fried egg. his body was glued to yours the entire time you cooked, lips occasionally pressing a kiss to your clothed shoulder.
“mm, kook,” you giggled, craning your neck away from his eager lips, “go sit, i’m almost finished. i’ll heat up the strudels while you eat.”
“but you’re so warmmm.”
“well, you should’ve put on a shirt. not my fault you wanna walk around and flaunt your muscles,” you grinned, pouring the steaming noodles into his favorite bowl to eat ramen out of.
it was a red, ceramic bowl that you had made during a pottery class you took with your friend. you were insistent on throwing it away because, lets face it, it could’ve been prettier, but jungkook refused to toss it. he insisted it was one of the most beautiful ceramic dishes he’s ever seen. a lie, but a sweet one.
with a huff, jungkook released his hold on you, and slowly made his way to the small table in the corner of the kitchen. he sat in one of the two chairs, and propped his chin on his elbow, admiring the view of you bustling around the small kitchen.
“there, all finished,” you said to yourself, carefully placing the fried egg on top of the noodles. “here you go, baby. careful, its super hot.”
jungkook didn’t head your words, of course, and took a big bite after blowing on the steaming bowl a handful of times. “s’hot . . . but s’good,” he said with a mouthful of food, brows furrowing together almost angrily.
“i’m glad you like them. i tried to eat some, but they were entirely too spicy for me,” you snickered, placing the strudels on a baking sheet.
“oh come onnn, they can’t be that spicy to you. c’mere give them another tryyyy.” even though you knew you were gonna regret your decision to indulge in the spicy food, you didn’t mind in the slightest knowing it would make jungkook happy.
begrudgingly, you stalked over to where he was sitting, your hands glued to your sides. “come here, pretty girl. got a small bite right here for you,” he smirked, holding up his chopsticks.
you made a small noise that sounded like a whine, and bent down, taking his chopsticks between your lips. sure enough, they were too hot for your tastebuds, leaving behind a painful sting as you swallowed them.
“ack! see, kook! too spicyyyy,” you panted out, shuffling your way over to the fridge.
as you downed a glass of ice cold cranberry juice to soothe the ache in your mouth, jungkook just watched with hearts in his eyes.
on the outside looking in, you had the ultimate dream life. you were pretty, with luscious hair and big eyes, a smile that was talked about constantly in your absence. you were popular, with every single person in your vicinity naturally drawn to you. most importantly? you were warmth defined. you were sweet and kind, not just to those in your circle, but to anyone and everyone. you had it all, or so it seemed.
the one problem? you were empty. you had parents who were shallow and absent, checking in once every few months out of mere obligation. you were failing your physics class, despite putting the work in and staying up to revise constantly. you had what felt like a million responsibilities on your shoulders, your job, your apartment, your education. no one was privy to these hiccups in your life, they were a little secret held close to your heart and to your most trusted friends whilst everyone fantasised what it would be like to be you for a day. if only they knew how sad you were.
to the external world, you were perfection bottled. this didn’t minimise the hole you felt in your chest.
it also brought you to your current predicament, currently in your professor’s classroom 10 minutes before your class was about to begin. mr jofferey was a pompous man, half misogyny and the other half shallow ego - you despised him, and you hated the fact you were the only girl in his class. it meant picking on you was that much easier, and now? he had failed you on your last module, despite the effort you’d put into your research.
“sir, i’m begging. a remark, a reread, anything.” you all but pleaded as you rounded his desk with your bag slung over your shoulders.
his response was a roll of his eyes, his glasses tipped down. “what would be the point? you failed, y/n. no doubt spent your time shopping or whatever it is you girls tend to do.”
your eyes narrowed. “i spent three straight nights in the library, sir.”
to this, he rolled his eyes again. “even if that were true, i don’t see what the fuss is. i personally don’t believe you have what it takes to be a part of this course, and if it were up to me you’d already be kicked out. alas, that choice is yours and yours alone.” he dismissively said, despite your heart dropping to your stomach.
this year had been difficult for you. you’d dealt with a horrible breakup, your ex being potentially the worst man ever to be born, whilst your parents had managed to win awards for being the worst guardians known to man. all that, combined with the stress of being a young woman merely existing meant your grades had slipped - physics being the hardest.
“mr jofferey, i’m not leaving.” you firmly hissed. you knew he was punishing you for your presence as opposed to your work and it was suffocating. “i’m happy to rework my project, i’m just asking you to give me a chance.”
he narrowed his eyes at you, before tipping his head over to the person who had just walked into his class, despite being early.
“ah, here’s an example of intelligence for you miss l/n.” he condescendingly clapped his hands once. “jungkook has managed to excel in all of his projects, i see that boy in the library at every hour of the day.”
you could feel a sting in your eyes whilst you desperately tried to hold back tears from the way the older man was treating you. you peered over to the person he was talking about, and for a moment, you felt your head stop racing. a complete and utter silence.
tall and broad, jeon jungkook stood completely unaware of what he had just walked into. the tops of his cheeks were dusted pink in a light blush, and his glasses slipped down his nose slightly, causing him to push them up. big eyes were hidden behind frames but the plumpness of his lips, the cute nature of his face - it struck you silent. was he knew? you’d not heard anyone mention a jungkook before?
“now, i’m going to top up my coffee before our class begins. i’d suggest you take a leaf out of jungkook’s book and begin preparing early for the lesson, y/n.” you heard your professor grumble, before leaving the room.
you flinched at the sound of the door shutting hard, before composing yourself. you wiped your eyes a little, eyes flicking up to meet that of the tall boy who was facing you. nervously, you shifted from foot to foot.
“he’s a prick.” you murmured, breaking the silence as you felt slightly uncomfortable in the presence of someone so attractive, at a moment of utter vulnerability.
jungkook didn’t respond, simply nodded slightly before pulling out his laptop and his supplies. you could feel your eyes stinging once more as embarrassment flooded you, rushing over to your seat on the other side of the room, doing the same. you slid into your seat, shoulders slumped and lip slightly pouted.
what were you going to do? now that you’d failed this project, this meant you’d have to get a high grade in your final assignment, which would be announced today. not that it was impossible, but your professor was clearly picking on you, bullying you because he didn’t want a girl in his classroom. would you be kicked out if you failed? would you then have to be embarrassed for the rest of your life? would you be labelled a failure for the remainder of your days?
someone cleared their throat next to you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
jeon jungkook was unlike most guys his age. he was a self assured, nerd. he liked star wars and marvel, his room filled with figurines, lego and comics. he had assembled a new gaming system, his pc his current pride and joy for when he played with his equally geeky friends. he was smart beyond words, with a loving family and a close circle that were just like him. his problem? he was invisible.
no one actually knew jeon jungkook. he’d shared this same classroom with you for over 3 years now, and to any ordinary person, you were two classmates. to someone who looked close enough, they’d see that the tall boy was utterly and entirely obsessed with you.
you were the love of his life, the object of his desires and most importantly, the single person that occupied his brain. he remembered the first time he ever saw you, walking past him in the hallway whilst laughing brightly and he swore his life had changed in that moment. you exuded warmth, you were the human embodiment of sunshine and he wanted nothing more than to simply have you look at him. to notice.
he wasn’t an idiot though, pretty girls like you didn’t look at quiet guys like jungkook. your ex was popular too, although by no means someone anyone actually liked. rude, abrasive, a nuisance - you were doing charity work and it was available to the world to see. he watched you come into class with blotchy skin and sore eyes, no doubt mourning the loss of your relationship. jungkook wanted to protect you like the superheroes he’d read about. wanted you to be his MJ, someone who would see him and accept.
that brought you to this current moment, big, teary eyes looking up to meet the gaze of no other than the tall boy from across the room. he had moved so quickly, you had hardly noticed him making his way over but from one look at the way he was holding all of his stuff, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“group project gets announced today.” jungkook softly reminded you, voice dripped in soothing honey, already doing wonders in relaxing your racing mind. “i know jofferey is horrible, and he’ll probably fail you just because he can even if you put a lot of work in.”
your lip began to quiver at the confirmation of your racing thoughts, making his eyes widen and then wince.
“but.” he quickly added. you peered up again, sniffling through your tears. “i can..i can help you? we can work together if that’s something you’re comfortable with. he can’t fail both of us, right?” he offered, the nervous twinge in his tone completely lost on you.
you sniffled again, wiping your eyes quickly although the tears that were brushed were quickly replaced with new ones.
“really?” you hopefully asked. “but, why would you do that? he likes you, i don’t wanna change that just because i’m dumb.”
jungkook’s face contorted immediately. “don’t say that, you’re not dumb. you’re more than capable.” he instantly shook his head, frown larger than yours. “and i’ve seen you at the library…i know you work hard, which means this is just jofferey on his power trip trying to bully you out of the course. but we won’t let him.”
you let out a little noise, tears dropping faster and faster as you shakily nodded, hands wiping your eyes. “promise?”
he could have sworn his entire chest had caved in at the sound of you so small and yet so hopeful. you sounded like you’d been given a lifeline, and the fact it was coming from him made him feel like more of a man than he had his entire life. his chest puffed out a little before he gave you a solid nod.
“i promise.”
——
the library was quieter than you expected on the third floor, not that you’d ever been here before. you typically stuck to the ground or top, where most of your friends studied, it was perhaps a rule unsaid that the floors in between were where the most academically inclined went.
jungkook sat, materials ready on his desk. his heart was thumping out of his chest, his hands slightly clammy as he readied his source materials for you to use. usually, he’d use his star wars pen to write his notes but he didn’t want you to laugh at him, instead opting for a black biro. his books however still had little stickers on them, with pokemon and random figures.
he peered up, watching as you walked in, two minutes earlier than your agreed scheduled time. dressed in a cute little cardigan and a tiny grey skirt, jungkook wanted to openly wail at how warm you looked. so sweet all over. his eyes trailed down your legs, where long socks sat on your thighs, small feet covered in the cutest shoes. he snapped his eyes up immediately once he realised he was probably staring, cheeks blaring red.
“hi.” you whispered over at him with a shy smile, putting your bag down next to you as you slid beside him.
jungkook flushed again, expecting you to sit opposite him. not that he was complaining, never.
“hi.” he whispered back, making your smile brighten.
“i just wanna say something if that’s okay.”
he nodded, running a hand over the back of his neck whilst pulling the materials he had placed above to you, beside him.
“i’m so sorry you have to waste your time on this project with me, i know there are so many smarter people in our course that could probably up your grade.” you nervously shuffled your hands on your lap, avoiding his gaze. “but i promise to work really hard and if i’m not pulling my weight, you can be as mean as you want, i’m really committed.”
jungkook blinked at you, rapidly before closing his eyes tightly for a few seconds. was it too much to stand up and scream from the bottom of his lungs? you were sweetness defined, and though he had gotten a taste of it from watching you for months now, perhaps to an alarming rate, seeing it up close was completely different. targeted at him too? he was fighting for his life.
“i don’t think i’m wasting my time at all.” he murmured, with a shake of his head. it was clear he was quiet and shy, but in that moment, felt a need to confirm a few things. “and i would never be mean to you. especially not over something like this.”
with furrowed brows, you peered up at him nervously. he was telling the truth, you could see his honesty etched on every corner of his face whilst you nibbled on your lip. you gave him a shy nod, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before turning to the stuff in front of you.
you gasped suddenly, perhaps a little too loudly judging from the heads that snapped up to look at you. jungkook’s eyes widened in confusion, rapidly looking at you and his surroundings but you hardly noticed.
“jungkook, is that a plusle sticker?” you excitedly asked, hands instantly falling onto his thigh without thinking.
your large eyes were suddenly so close to him, peering up at him with a sudden excitement that he could feel in every inch of his body.
“yes?” he confirmed nervously, blinking rapidly down at you again.
you squeaked, again completely inappropriate considering you were in a library. your bag was suddenly on your own lap as you rummaged through, picking out your notebook and placing it on the desk, showing it to him. “look!”
his eyes couldn’t leave your face, awe etched into every corner of his pupils but he knew he’d look crazy if he just sat here and stared at you. peering over, his own chest exploded at the little sticker you owned, slightly worn through. “is that..minun?”
you nodded with a wide grin, pushing it towards him. both of your books were now touching, the pokemon that often were associated as a pair stood side by side in front of you, exciting you to no end.
jungkook’s brain was about to burst. fuck.
“we match.” you head tilted, smile bright.
the excitement in your tone was palpable, causing his cheeks to flush pink and hands shake a little. you were matching with him, an act not purposefully done and yet fate was so kind. he had no idea you liked pokemon, figured someone like you would have no interest in it whatsoever but seeing it now visibly had him intrigued.
you noticed the way his cheeks stained, and it made your stomach tighten. god, he was so pretty - did he know that?
“yeah. we do.” he hummed to himself, making eye contact with you to offer a sincere grin.
the next few minutes were spent with you both discussing your favourite pokemon, jungkook coming out of his shell as he animatedly told you little facts that, in all honesty, did nothing to spare him from his nerd identity. unbeknownst to him, you were fucking enamoured by it, sitting up in your seat, eyes big and roaming over him.
soon enough, you were both coming down from your high, and the actual work began. he was explaining a theory to you, pen in hand whilst he traced certain parts of the textbook for you to understand.
“i don’t get it.” you admitted.
jungkook looked over at you, only to find you with a sad pout and downcast eyes. he wanted to scream.
he shuffled closer to you, knees slightly grazing. “that’s okay, do you want me to go over it again?”
you nodded in response.
wandering hands shuffled until you were in close proximity to the much taller man, his broad shoulders tilted in a way to avoid intimidating you. he was being patient beyond words, and you weren’t used to it in all honesty. you weren’t exactly being easy, none of this made sense, even the equations you had studied tirelessly were now blending into one.
“take it easy, y/n.” he murmured. “this is just the research stage, we have enough time to get this done.”
you peered up at him. “i’m sorry i’m being stupid.”
“don’t say that.”
you blinked, mouth falling open. you’d never heard jungkook speak like that before, hard and targeted. he wasn’t being mean, but he was certainly being firm.
“you’re not stupid. i don’t like you saying that about yourself.” he reiterated, a clear sense of agitation in his shoulders. never directed at you, and that you recognised immediately - a foreign concept that was now taking over you entirely.
you weren’t sure what to say, and judging from the pink of jungkook’s cheeks, he wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“how about we stop here for today?” he nervously asked, peering down at you through his lashes. “we’ve done a lot, gone through a few concepts and i don’t expect you to get everything straight away.”
you nodded a little, still in a daze. “okay.”
he nodded, suddenly nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he watched you get up, sweetly organising all of his notes that you messed up. he couldn’t bring himself to stop you.
he was enamoured. half awe, and half shock - he’d never seen anyone so pretty, and even though he knew you were way out of his league; he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for you to notice him the same way. would you hold his hand? kiss him, caress him? would you let him pamper you, take care of your needs in every way? he wanted to die in between your legs, but that was a whole other conversation.
he was snapped out of his gaze once you whispered a little ta da, grin bright and wide at the little pile that you made.
“thank you.” he flushed. you grinned wider at his acknowledgment.
“same time tomorrow?” you quipped whilst sorting your own bag. this earned you a nod.
and as you turned to leave the library after a goodbye, jungkook found himself tipping his head back, groaning quietly under his breath with closed eyes. fuck. you were gonna ruin him.
—
this was not how you thought you’d be spending your friday night, but how could you complain?
you sat in seokjin’s frat house, weeks later, drinks unlimited, music booming, everyone around you having a great time. some were dancing whilst others playing games like beer pong - you sat on the couch with all of your friends around you.
“so he’s just tutoring you for free?” namjoon asked in curiosity.
“well, he’s my project partner but he’s kinda tutoring me too, he went over all of the equations yesterday, kept explaining the theories we were gonna use too.” you excitedly told them.
all of them were listening curiously. you weren’t one to be enamoured by anyone, especially not after your horrible ex, who had done unrepairable damage to you and your brain. yet, here you sat, having gathered all 7 of them to animatedly tell them you’d found a crush - nerdy jungkook at that.
“he sounds lovely.” yejin excitedly nodded next to you, giving you a big thumbs up. “yeah, really patient too.” jimin nodded, earning a few agreeing noises from hobi, and yoongi.
you tucked your hair behind your ear. “he really is. oh! he even got annoyed a little the other week because i made a throwaway comment about being stupid or something, i don’t even remember, but he was so…firm.” you groaned out loud, making yejin squeal excitedly.
the boys rarely indulged in girl chat between you and yejin, but you were the baby of the group, and they were incredibly protective. from what they could figure out, jungkook seemed like a genuinely nice person, someone they hoped you’d find soon.
“i wanna meet him.” jin hummed. “should have invited him tonight, y/n, we could have gotten to know him.”
“well, i don’t know…i don’t think he sees me like that, he’s just really nice.” your posture fell.
yejin and yoongi shared a glance, frowning. jimin flinched at your words. he knew better than most that this doubt stemmed from your ex, his cruel words, things that he’d scream at you every chance he could. they were now etched into the ridges of your brain, you couldn’t get them out no matter how hard you tried.
“i think he’s probably half in love with you already, and that’s me being very casual, sweetheart.” taehyung scoffed. “yeah, from what it sounds like, he genuinely likes you, y/nnie.” yejin agreed, as everyone stood up, whilst she took your hand to do the same.
you couldn’t bring yourself to believe them. you stood up, taking your best friends hand with a little grin whilst ignoring the gaping hole within your chest, echoing things you wanted to dismiss so badly. it consumed you. it was horrible how quickly your mood could shift, without even one semblance of a trigger, but everyone knew the reason. you had the best friends in the world, and they were committed to making you see otherwise.
you all parted, whilst you headed upstairs to go to the bathroom really quickly. you wanted to use jin’s personal one since it was cleaner, rushing up the stairs in your heels. people were kissing everywhere, to your right, left, behind, in front of- you grimaced at first but then your thoughts began to wonder.
would jungkook kiss like that? you imagined he would be soft, maybe unsure. the thought of him potentially even being rougher or harder than you expected nearly had you collapsing on the stairs.
soon you had done your business, coming out of the room, only to be bombarded by the one single individual you did not want to see. with your back hitting the wall of the hallway, your eyes widened as they made contact with your ex.
he hummed, eyes peering over you, taking his time to look you up and down. he knew he intimidated you, quite enjoyed it even, watching the way your shoulders would rise and hands would shake. was this his effect?
“hello, y/n. thought it was you going in, but thought i’d check.”
“what are you doing here? jin didn’t invite you.” you weakly protested, making him hum again, whilst taking a step towards you.
he tilted his head. “and yet i’m here. look at you, hm?” he reached out, grazing your hip. his touch disgusted you. “this dress is too short.”
“don’t fucking touch me.” you hissed, yanking yourself away. you began to walk down the hall, further and further away from his but he soon caught up. considering everyone around you was drunk, you knew no one was coming to your aid.
your legs picked up, making it halfway down the stairs before he even began ascending, your eyes meeting that of namjoon’s immediately. you made your way over, legs shaking and hands reaching out for him, which he instantly obliged, eyebrows furrowed.
“y/n? what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked, confused.
you couldn’t get the words out, simply turning around with ragged breath only to find him gone. he wasn’t on the stairs, wasn’t anywhere you could see him and that did nothing for your poor brain. yejin noticed your shaky figure, coming over and making sure you were alright.
you managed to mumble out what had happened, resulting in hobi and yoongi personally taking you home. you sat in hobi’s car whilst you closed your eyes, yoongi holding your hand to ground you - your ex was no laughing matter. the guy was evil.
the thought of making you hurt made him happy. he genuinely believed he had ownership over you, that you were nothing more than a toy to be messed with - your brain was now as a result of that. having parents that had never shown you love, you were a hopeless romantic, you wanted as much of it as you could get to fill the hole they’d never even attempted to touch - his perfect victim.
and now, you sat in your room, makeup off, hair in a ponytail, wearing your sleep shorts and your camisole. you had been lounging on your bed, staring into space, tears streaming down your face. it was a lot, and you weren’t ready for it, hadn’t even thought of him in a while. his touch was what repulsed you the most, though.
you sighed, wiping your eyes. you felt suffocated in your apartment, you needed fresh air.
pulling on a hoodie, you grabbed your phone and keys before you headed out, standing by the entrance of your apartment to breathe. you did exactly that for a few minutes, eyes closed and exhaling. you opted on walking to the shop which sat a few minutes away, next to a cluster of different buildings.
you headed in, getting a snack, before noticing the beaming lights that were erupting from the building across the street. this was the local internet cafe, it was usually pretty quiet in there but judging from the flashing lights of all the monitors, it seemed like it was a busy night. you were a curious girl by nature, so you couldn’t help walk across the street, big eyes peering into the window. nothing could have prepared you for what you were looking at.
countless people were stood around a single person playing, cheering and egging him on. screams and shouts were deafening as you stood outside, head tilted, watching as expert hands glided over the mouse and keyboard. it dawned on you once you noticed the particular tattoos covering the individuals hand that the man in question was no other than jungkook himself.
a little gasp left you. you inched closer to the glass. everyone was leaning in closer now, causing you to do the same, your hands pressed gently against the shop window as you watched jungkook work. he was enchanting, his fingers moving rapidly whilst his gaze was locked. he looked so serious, completely unlike the quiet, almost bashful man that so patiently helped you.
your heartbeat was quickening up. you tilted closer at the same time as everyone else and for a moment, pure silence.
a beat passed.
you released a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding as the entire shop erupted in roars, jungkook’s screen showing his victory whilst everyone all but screamed. your wide eyes grew further, lips parting as your hands dropped from the window, watching everyone in genuine awe. people were embracing him, patting him on the back, congratulating him.
the thing that floored you was the sheer confidence radiating from him. was this the same jungkook? the one that blushed when you waved past him in the corridor? the same one who stuttered for a full 30 seconds when you told him you liked his haircut? the casual grin on his face whilst he basked in everyone’s joy did nothing for the pang between your legs, your throat suddenly dry. you’d wanted him before but now? now you needed him.
jungkook basked in the glory of his win, laughing quietly as people cheered and whooped. his eyes flickered over everyone as he made his way through, his grin showcasing his bunny smile. his gaze ran across the crowd before slowly falling onto you, who stood outside, lips parted and eyes wide in wonder.
upon being caught, you stepped back, cheeks flushing almost instantly as you watched his eyes widen a little, and his confident grin soften immediately. you weren’t sure what to do, so you offered a small little wave, realising that he might not want you to perceive him. the moment felt oddly intimate, the two of you stood silent, straight and direct whilst the people around him continued their loud bellows. after a moment or two, you watched him glide past people, making his way outside to you.
he stepped out, cold winter air flushing against his warm skin. “hi.”
“hi.” you shyly responded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you were so good.”
“i didn’t realise you were watching, would have tried to make it look a bit cooler.”
you laughed, for what felt like the first time in a while. your throat felt scratchy and your eyes were visibly red - alongside the blotchy nature of your skin, it was obvious you had been crying tonight and jungkook’s stomach plummeted.
“you okay?” he asked, taking a step towards you. you didn’t move back, simply letting him come closer.
you nodded, looking down at your feet as you shuffled them against the concrete.
jungkook noticed you weren’t being yourself. bag full of snacks in hand, noticing you had bought yourself your favourite gummy bears - something you once told him you only did when you were super stressed during a project meeting.
his heart was beating too fast. “wanna come in?”
you looked up immediately, sore eyes widening. “oh! um, i’ve never like..gamed before.” you flushed pink. “and i really wouldn’t wanna intrude, you don’t have to stop just..you know because i’m here, i’d hate to be in the way.”
he watched as you shook your head, shoulders lifting whilst your eyes flickered to meet his gaze and away, almost embarrassed. he noticed the way you were speaking, second guessing yourself with every phrase - he wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew it was enough to make your brain hurt.
“you could never, ever get in the way.” jungkook whispered. as though it was for you to hear and you alone, to keep tightly in your pocket. “i think if you were in there, i’d probably have won a lot quicker. motivation, and all of that.”
your eyes were blinking away the shock your face was visibly showing. was it hot outside or was the heat on your cheeks just spreading?
“and more importantly, i’d love for you to come in. i can show you the game if you want, anyone can play it. you can dress up your character, there’s this one dress i think you’d like.” jungkook teased, taking another step towards you.
he now stood so close. you could smell his cologne, addicting, and you closed your eyes for a second as it swirled into your mind. you nodded a little, still unsure and second guessing yourself, but you needed a reprise from the horrible evening you’d had.
at your confirmation, he bravely reached for your hand and took it within his. your gaze met his once again, the two of you staring at one another almost longingly before he intertwined your fingers. “let’s head in.”
he did exactly that, taking you and pulling you towards the shop, guiding you in whilst opening the door for you. it seemed in that moment everyone stopped and stared at you, mouth agape and both noise and chatter stopping immediately. you were the most popular girl in their school - this was nerd central, a complete 180 of where they’d expect you to be.
more importantly, you were holding jungkook’s hand so intimately, whilst he guided you to his chair, shielding you from everyone a little. they were curious, confused and genuinely in awe - were you guys dating, they wondered? popular, pretty y/n and geeky, jungkook who won mmorpg tournaments on behalf of his club.
you nervously looked around, blush intensifying as people shamelessly watched you. the chatter had died and you were feeling insecure at the thought of being unwanted, jungkook hovering over you. “jungkook, i..i can leave if it’s a problem, i don’t mind. pinky promise.”
he scoffed at the thought, tucking his chair in so you were comfortably sat at his desk, whilst he leaned over you. “they’re just shocked a pretty girl like you is sat at my desk, believe me, they’re happy to see you; they just don’t know if they’re dreaming.”
you found yourself curling into jungkook despite him being above you. it was an act unconsciously done, and was clearly a means for protection which he was truly more than happy to provide. he felt his chest puff, shoulders straightening, feeling wanted and needed.
“okay pretty girl, let’s get you an account sorted.”
your eyes flickered up at him, lips parting. he turned to look at you too, a grin forming on his lips at your reaction to the compliment. fuck, he wanted to kiss you so badly, bite your red cheeks or just smother you in how he felt about you.
“why aren’t you sitting too?” you hummed, turning in your seat.
everyone had settled in now, and though they were still staring, you could see it truly wasn’t malicious - people like you didn’t come here very often and this was a safe haven where people got to enjoy their hobbies. they simply wondered whether you were secretly like them too. but upon looking at everyone, you realised there were no other seats.
“oh that’s okay, wanna make sure you’re comfortable. you gotta customise your character.”
you furrowed your eyebrows. “no, please sit.” with a shake to your head, you stood, pushing yourself out once you scooted your legs to the ground. jungkook nearly audibly groaned with how cute you were without even trying.
before he could even blink, you had him situated on his seat, your eyes flicking over to confirm there were no other seats. you looked over at him, flustered, pink cheeks, eyes a little glazed over - you wanted him like this always. it made your stomach drop in want.
instead, you hummed as you sat on his lap, your back to his chest immediately as you made yourself comfortable, as though it was the most blasé thing in the world.
jungkook’s eyes closed for a moment, feeling your body so tightly pressed against his was one of his fantasies, and the fact it was happening so casually nearly had him biting his own hand. his brain moved slower than his body, with his arm wrapping around your waist to push you flush against his back. he leaned forward, feet planted on the ground to push you tightly in.
“comfortable?” he whispered against you, making you nod, peering over at him over your shoulder, your faces incredibly close. your nose booped his slightly, making a shallow breath leave him, though that did nothing to stop the hump of your heart.
“very.” you confirmed, making him grin at you.
you felt so protected, so safe with his large arm around you, his hand pressed against your tummy in a way that had your head swirling. one of your fingers immediately began playing with his, whilst his other hand moved the mouse.
“ooh, i wanna have pink hair!” you chose immediately, making him do that for you. you began dictating your outfit choices, to which he listened and laughed heartily, enjoying you customising your character to your taste. he was being so patient, as he always was, and it made you feel good, better than good even.
you leaned forward, pointing at the screen. “can we have matching swords?”
“yeah, this one’s really special, you have to do this quest that takes like a week to get it. you can have mine for now and then i’ll get one, so we can match okay?”
jungkook didn’t have the heart to tell you that it was the most sought after thing in the game, and that it was incredibly hard to obtain. for you? he was getting that fucking sword again.
“it’s pretty. matches my outfit, look.” you grinned, pushing back into his chest again making his arm tighten around you as you all but cuddled against him. he was loving this, feeling his pretty girl all curled into him whilst he got to show off what he was good at - the fact you were genuinely impressed only made him feel better.
“mm, is pretty, love it.” he murmured into your ear, making you shift your ass tighter against him subconsciously. his voice was so deep, you brain was melting.
you both played together, whilst curled into one another, very evidently flirting. he would bounce something at you, only for you to do the same right back - the both of you towed a line that you’d never dared to do before and you were obsessed. now that you’d had a taste of it, you needed more.
he was teaching you how to fight in game but you were failing miserably, unsure of how to move your hand as fast as the controls needed on the keyboard. “it’s hard.” you whined, huffing a little against his chest.
he wanted to groan loudly into the air. you were so fucking cute and he could barely compute it. without thinking, his hands both slid from holding your hips tightly down onto him, to down your arms and where your hands sat on the keyboard and mouse. “let me guide you.”
the flutters you experienced up and down your body were driving you insane. the cafe was pretty empty now considering it was 3 in the morning, save from the sleeping worker at the front of the shop to some lone players right on the other side of the room. it felt so intimate, feeling his fingers glide against you until they sat on top of your own.
they shifted you from left to right, up and down, whilst you excitedly watched on screen. you were finally winning a match, and the squeals you were letting out felt like a victory in itself to the tatted boy.
soon, your opponent was dead, making you bounce a little on his lap, excitedly turning to him. “we won!”
“you won.” he corrected with a big grin, only making your bright smile even wider as you all but clapped your hands.
he turned you so you were facing the screen, your quiet giggles forcing him to wrap his arms around you again. he got the courage to drop his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent openly despite it being quite the direct act.
you tilted your head slightly, as though to give him some more room to do so, clearly enjoying it just as much as he was. it was like you were both experiencing something that couldn’t be touched by the outside world, and you loved it.
“mm, jungkook? aren’t you tired? it’s so late.” you questioned curiously, whilst he continued to nuzzle your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.
“could sleep like this.” he grunted.
you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile that was forming; feeling giddy at the prospect of someone you fancied so much displaying such affection.
he groaned as you tried to stand up, as a bid to go home, pulling you back into his lap almost immediately, in a completely different position. now, you were facing him.
the little gasp that left you was quiet but heavy, his eyes flickering over your face, the rise and fall of your chest, and the shake of your hands. most importantly? you could feel his hardness underneath you, prodding against your core just right.
jungkook sobered up a little at the moment, realising the intimacy, and beyond how he felt about you, your comfort always came first. his hands travelled to your hips once more, about to pick you up and move you but you beat him to it, grinding just once against him.
“o..oh.” you let out a stuttered noise, whilst he let out a strangled grunt. you looked up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his eyebrows knitted together, lips parting, whilst his hands gripped your body tight.
you did it again, earning yourself another grunt before doing it again, and again, and again, until you were a whining mess against him. you weren’t sure how this had quickly escalated like this, but you were grinding your clothed core against his, the two of you moving in unison whilst trying to be as quiet as possible. though the shop was practically empty, he didn’t want anyone to see you like this. he felt possessive at the mere thought.
flickering lights from the computer monitors were the only thing illuminating both of your faces, your foreheads pressed against one another whilst you both chased something you’d been craving for too long.
his fingers were pressing into the skin underneath your hoodie, imprints left on your hips while he guided you, as a means to alleviate the pressure in your thighs. neither of you spoke, didn’t need to, enamoured by the look on each other’s faces. his eyes were trained on your lips, wanting to move forward and capture them for his own but it felt so much more intimate, and despite what was happening, he worried you wouldn’t want that.
you found yourself inching forward, breaths mingling and lips brushing, and yet not touching. jungkook was about to press them against yours when the cafe owner yawned, standing up.
“alright, closing up in two minutes. everyone go home.” he grumbled, still half asleep.
you both jolted away from each other, gasping quietly. it was like cold water was dumped onto you, as you scrambled off of his lap embarrassedly, cheeks burning red. jungkook had sunk into his chair, legs parted, chest heaving and eyes wide. neither of you knew what to say, causing you to shift from foot to foot - the entirety of the past few hours dawning on you both.
you liked him. beyond words, even, but this suddenly felt like too much and entirely not enough. jungkook could see the confusion on your face and immediately stood, logging out and shutting his computer down before turning to you.
“do you live close by?” he asked, gently, unsure of whether you’d be okay if he touched you.
you couldn’t respond, not trusting your voice. his eyes wandered over you, so patient, so warm, as though he was willing to take this at whatever pace you wanted, despite the tent in his joggers being visible.
he lead you outside, the cold air nipping at your legs, the warmth running through your body so quickly replaced. “do you live nearby?” he gently asked again, his fingers twitching to hold you.
“yeah.” you confirmed, throat suddenly scratchy. “just across, over there.” you pointed at the apartment building, your window visible. “can i walk you?”
you nodded, almost shy, as he reached for your hand, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. he wanted you to know, to see his feelings towards you - surely you could recognise them clear as day, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by expressing them. especially considering he’d liked you for years, way before you even knew he existed. the imbalance was clear, and he’d rather have a taste of you than nothing at all - he was content with merely being around you if it meant he got to exist in your circle.
the walk took only a few minutes, and it was spent in silence. your brain was racing. you wanted him, wanted to continue, wanted more, so much more, but you were scared. you’d already been so badly burned by your ex, the prospect of it potentially happening again terrified you - you genuinely wouldn’t survive it, especially considering your strong feelings for the boba eye’d man beside you. you didn’t realise your overthinking had clouded your vision, unaware that you had stopped right outside your door.
“y/n?” jungkook called softly.
your eyes flickered up, instantly. his gaze was patient as ever, running over your features as you mumbled something incoherent, your cheeks a gentle shade of pink. he watched as you fiddled with your keys.
“would…would you like to come in?” you asked him, nervously.
you stood by your door, half in, half out, big eyes peering up at him. jungkook had never seen you so beautiful.
“i would. would you like me to?” he asked you.
he wanted the ball in your court, a gentle reminder that the choice was yours to make, and yours alone. he wasn’t sure why you were so scared, but it didn’t matter - he was working on your pace.
“yeah.” you confirmed, stepping back to let him in.
one foot into your apartment had him wanting to sigh loudly. from plush cushions to the warm rug, pictures hung around everywhere, pinks, blues, yellows and greens - you were quite literally the cutest thing on earth. every inch of your living space represented you, and he was enamoured by it. the scent of your favourite perfume sat heavy in the air and he wanted to drown in it too.
the little grin he gave you made you visibly relax, shoulders slumping and warmth spreading over you. “this is where i usually procrastinate my side of the project.”
you were giggling whilst showing him the cosy corner of your living room, a desk with revision materials messily stacked in a corner. he matched you, laughing as you took him to each part of your home. “and this is where i keep those cookies you like…”, “oh! look, i have all my jumpers in this drawer, this is the one i wore yesterday that you said was nice.”
soon, you were both walking into your bedroom, whilst you chattered away. you had become animated, feeling comfortable and excited to show him little things you were sure he’d appreciate. and appreciate he did, he matched your energy with each and every thing despite not understanding it all.
“your bed is so cute.” he couldn’t help but laugh, covered in sweet plushies, and bedding that had hearts and pink sweets all over them. the throw you had on the corner tied it all together. the one thing he couldn’t help but notice was how small it was, and it made him want to scream.
you grinned excitedly, shuffling into your bed, sitting cross legged with your duvets over you. “i fit right in.”
he laughed heartily, walking over and covering the space around you with your plushies. “you look so cute, your bed is tiny.”
“it’s the perfect size, actually.” you huffed, taking the teddy he handed you.
you were both being so giggly, and though the situation was so utterly stupid, it felt freeing to have so much fun without anyone looking. your hand reached out for him too, pulling him onto the bed and closer to you, forcing him to climb in, but the bed was much too small for the both of you.
this only made your giggles louder, as he hovered over you, it being the only viable way. you laid back on your back, covered in warmth from both him and your duvets.
your laughter died down as he pressed his forehead against yours, your noses brushing against one another. breaths mingled with one another, and you were reminded that unlike in the internet cafe, it really was just the two of you here, in the comfort of your own room.
“can i kiss you?” jungkook whispered, lips slowly brushing against yours before pulling away enough to ask you gently.
you nodded, making him nudge your nose. he wanted you to do it vocally. “yes.” you confirmed, voice breathy.
that was all he needed, lips pressing against yours immediately.
first, came a slow, barely there peck, as though you were both testing the waters. the second touch was charged with more curiosity, your lips moving in unison as you explored one another. you both pulled away, eyes fluttering open to meet each other’s gaze.
the pure longing, yearning even in jungkook’s eyes made your eyebrows knit together - he looked all but pained. you couldn’t help parting your lips, before pressing your lips back onto his.
this one was different. this was needy, touchy, desperate. your hands flooded into his fluffy hair, and pulled it close to you as you both made out, his arms biceps caging your head. you felt entirely flooded, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him down.
jungkook moaned into your mouth, running his tongue on your bottom lip, before nudging your nose with his own. your tongues battled for dominance, the both of you fighting until jungkook ultimately won, exploring your mouth eagerly. he was too good at this, you thought.
once you pulled away for breath, a string of saliva separated from your mouths, the two of you panting. his bulge was visible from his bottoms and you wanted nothing more than to feel it again, so you lifted your hips to weakly grind into him.
“you want this?” he asked you, voice gruff as he kissed down your neck, hips dropping to your own so you were pressed right against him.
“mhm. want you, kookie.”
the nickname had him groaning in your neck. he lined you up so your cores were pressed against each other like you were earlier on in the night, grinding against each other.
“how do you want me?” he breathed against you, watching the way your face contorted as he held one of your hips, forcing you to meet his harsh grind. through all of the layers that separated you, you felt your pussy keen at the feel of his clothes cock, the friction delicious.
“want all of you. want you inside me.” you whispered, whilst still pulling his hair making his eyes roll.
your words were enough to drive him insane. he picked his pace up immediately, but it wasn’t enough - it felt insane but you wanted, no needed, more. jungkook could sense your restlessness, making a small airy grin form on his face as he began pushing your bottoms down from your hips, leaving you in your panties.
he wasn’t sure where the confidence was coming from, but tonight, it had radiated from him. it was the ego boost of you watching him win, seeing you want him just as much as he wanted you, noticing your actions were a reflection of his. it was a confirmation.
his hand pushed your panties to the side, lips attaching back into yours whilst his middle finger began sliding through your slick folds. he cursed into your mouth, eyebrows knitted together before beginning to rub your clit.
the moan you let out mid kiss was utterly sinful, one of your hands travelling to his muscular arm, gripping it tightly. you couldn’t help but notice how big he was over you, all muscle and power, his touch felt both soft and rough at the same time, an oxymoron for your brain.
“jungkook, fuck.” you squealed out loudly once he inserted a finger, making him moan into your mouth at your reaction.
he pulled away slightly, to watch your facial expressions, noticing how his dreams had paled in comparison to the real thing. he pumped in and out with vigour, cock straining at the sight of you.
“taking it so well, pretty girl, can you take another one?” he cooed at you, praising you as much as he could.
you nodded, whimpering whilst basking in the glow of his attention. you liked it too much, but you weren’t ready to address it. he pushed another one of his fingers into your pussy, watching how your hips lifted as your back arched.
a single finger felt like multiple of your own, so you were already feeling the burning stretch and yet you loved it. he, too, had exceeded all of your wet dreams so far and that was no easy feat.
“fuck, look at you.” he whispered down at you, moans matching. he pumped them whilst sucking at your neck, leaving purple bruises to mark you as his own, breathing in your scent. “always smell so good, you drive me insane.”
“jungkook..” you whimpered again, as his pace picked up, his other hand coming down to rub your clit at the same time. the sensations were enough to bring you to the edge, your entire body aflame.
it was like he could read your mind, continuing his bruising pace, watching as your brain completely exploded, your orgasm rushing through your body. your hips lifted, moans strangling in your throat as you squeaked his name. your legs shook, whilst your pussy tightened against his fingers - this didn’t stop him from fingering you through it.
once you came down from your high, he slowly pulled his fingers out, groaning at the sight of your slick coating his fingers. he watched your little pussy throb, whilst tremors took over you. you were sensitive, and he loved it.
“feel good?” he asked, instantly taking his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste. he went to dive in between your legs but you stopped him immediately. “want you inside.” you begged, with a shake of your head.
jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, head falling to your stomach as he willed himself not to cum then and there. he stood up from the bed, taking off his hoodie and bottoms before hovering over you again, bulge prominent and angry in his boxers.
“fuck, y/n, i don’t have condoms.” the sudden realisation had him groaning into your shoulder, preparing himself to put on his clothes once more. “i don’t want you to use one.” you murmured almost instantly, hips lifting.
his eyes shot open, wide and big. his breath stuttered as your fingers reached for his waistband. “don’t you wanna cum inside me, kookie? i wanna feel full.”
he genuinely nearly came then and there, the utterly sinful words leaving your lips a complete and utter juxtaposition to the environment you were in. he wasted no time, all but ripping your tiny little camisole off of you, leaving you naked whilst he also took off his final article of clothing.
he looked almost pained, angry even, as he ran his cock up and down your pussy. “are you trying to ruin me even more?”
the sly grin on your face was eating at his brain. you were teasing him, enjoying how riled up he was getting.
“you won tonight, remember? gotta make sure you get your reward.”
before you could even say anything else, jungkook began pushing into you. you weren’t someone who had sex often, usually preferring to do it with someone you were in a relationship with, meaning your experience was limited to your ex. that meant you had never taken anyone or anything as big as jungkook, which was made apparent with the way your legs shook as he inserted himself in entirely.
you were quivering, lip shaking and big eyes already teary as you stared up at the big man inside you. he lowered himself, biceps around your face as he peppered kisses all over you. “my brave girl, look at how good you’re being for me, hm? always work so hard, taking my cock so well.”
you loved his praise. you all but keened for it whenever you were working on your project together, yearning for his validation.
it took a few minutes to feel like you had adjusted in any sense, watching as he pulled back only to thrust back in. the wind was swept out of your lungs, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure filtering through your body whilst the pain thumped. the mixture of the two in itself felt sinful, and you secretly loved it.
jungkook began his pace, hard but slow, making you feel every single thing. you were scratching his chest, pawing at it whilst he caged you in, pounding into you as though he was claiming something that belonged to him.
“you’re so big.” you teared whimpered, salty opals slipping out of your eyes and down the sides of your face.
the sight turned him on further, making him grunt. his pretty girl, crying because she could barely take his cock? the thought was electrifying.
“don’t cry, baby..” he cooed, whilst simultaneously picking up his pace. he knew he was evil for doing it, but the way your hips were lifting and your gasps were getting louder, he knew you liked it. “this tight pussy was made to be ruined by me, just need to take it.”
his words were driving you insane. it was like you couldn’t breathe, the close proximity, alongside the way you were leaving scratches all over him, felt addicting. one of your hands began clutching his meaty bicep, making him curl it just for you, letting his flexed muscle turn you on further.
“feels so good, wanted this for so long.” you admitted through your tears, sniffling whilst moaning, begging him for more to which he happily obliged.
your words were thumping around in his mind, the concept of you yearning for him like he did for you was something he had never even dared to imagine.
“yeah? you have no fucking idea how long i’ve needed this, y/n. watching you walk into that class, small little skirts, and your cute dresses.” he grunted. “used to pump my cock every day thinking about bending you over there and then. you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“mhm.” you confirmed instantly, nodding. jungkook couldn’t fathom how cute you were. “only you.”
“only me.” he confirmed, eyes shutting for a second as his ego inflated beyond words. “because you’re my girl, all mine. won’t let a single person ever make you believe otherwise.”
suddenly, you were lifted from the bed, as he sat with his back to the headboard. the loss of him inside of you was jarring, making you whimper and scratch loudly making him hiss, whilst he manoeuvred you onto his lap. “be patient.” he chastised, leaving a stinging slap to your ass.
you squeaked, falling into his arms immediately making him let out an airy laugh. he pushed your legs apart again, leaning you over so you were sliding down onto his cock, feeling so much bigger in this angle.
you could feel him in your stomach, he almost felt too big, as though you seriously couldn’t handle him but this only egged him on further. he wrapped his arms around your waist whilst you laid your head on his shoulder, hands cupping his chest through sniffles.
“can’t, kookie, too big.” you begged, making him groan silently. watching you helplessly try to move on his cock, only forcing him deeper inside of you made him want to ruin you further. “i’ll take care of you, baby, that’s my job, right?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your head.
it almost felt too intimate, or even romantic for the moment, and yet it made your heart bloom. the feeling was lost instantly, as he began thrusting again, forcing you up and down onto his too big cock whilst your poor pussy protested.
your moans were so much louder in this position, and he fucking loved them. the way your ass was bouncing whilst he fucked up into you, pushing your hips to meet every thrust was intoxicating.
this wasn’t what you had expected your night to be. from the party, to your ex, to the cafe, to him now whispering sweet praise into your ear. “you perfect girl.” he grunted, pressing gentle kisses against your teary cheeks as though he wasn’t the reason for them. “you’re so good for me, so so good.”
“doing good?” you reiterated, stuttering through your words. it made him coo at you, as though he wasn’t bullying his fat cock into your tight pussy, breaking you completely. “best fucking girl, you’re perfect.”
you only nodded, crying into his shoulder in pleasure as he began to rub your clit. you knew you couldn’t last, not with the way his thrusts began to match the way he was toying with your pussy, and before you could even warn him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
your orgasm rushed through you like fireworks, every single cell in your body bursting to life as you quivered and shook on his cock. you had grown impossibly tighter, milking him as he too felt himself cum inside of you, moaning out your name with a pant.
the two of you were breathing into each other’s mouths as you shared a sloppy kiss, full of spit and messy tongues whilst he pumped through your orgasms, slow but firm.
by the time you were both coming down from your high, you were a shaking mess. it had been so much for your body to handle, and yet you knew now you’d had a taste, you could never live without it.
“hey, look at me.” he gently cooed down at you.
you did exactly that, just as he began pulling out of you. he watched as your expression contorted from the overstimulation, your pussy throbbing around him, making it hard for him to pull out. he wanted to frame that expression for the rest of his days.
“you okay, baby?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your head.
you were still teary, sniffling up at him whilst he nuzzled your nose with his own. “mhm, felt so good.”
he hummed again. “good. felt incredible.”
jungkook leaned down, noticing his cum leaking out of you, and with a small tut, instantly fingered it back into you. you guys weren’t together, and hardly even broached any romance to be prepping for a pregnancy, and yet his primal instincts wanted his cum to stick. he wanted you round and heavy, a reminder to all you were his girl, glowing with his baby.
your pussy clenched at the sight and feel of him, knowing his intentions. the sick part of your brain wanted it too, and judging from the way you parted your legs further, jungkook knew.
soon, you were snuggled back on top of him with his arms around you, pressing kisses to your cheek. you were both freshly showered, and he’d even changed the bedsheets for you, plopping all of your favourite plushies around him so you’d feel comfortable.
he couldn’t keep his lips off of you, and despite your giggles, you could feel the exhaustion seeping in as the sun began to rise. he pressed a final kiss to your lips, the two of you curling into one another, before sleep captured you simultaneously. you’d both grown so accustomed to dreaming about each other, a world where your fantasies would come to life - neither of you imagined that reality would be sweeter than anything you could conjure up.
——
the next morning, you found yourself groaning into your pillow, nuzzling your cheek into the warmth that you were promised each morning, duvet curling around you. the soreness between your legs was a kind reminder of the mind blowing intimacy you’d shared with jungkook, whilst the gentle thump of your heart reminded you how sweetly he had treated you all night.
your eyes flickered open, noticing his absence. your eyebrows furrowed immediately at the sight of his clothes gone too, indicating he’d gotten dressed. you looked over at your side table and there was no note, making you lean over to grab your phone. 0 notifications from jungkook.
you sat up, pulling the duvet over your naked body in confusion. had he left you? this felt unlike him, jungkook of all people would have stayed the morning after, and this didn’t feel like it was in his character.
regardless, facts were facts - it was midday, and your apartment was eerily quiet without even so much of an indication jungkook was ever even there.
your heart clenched. had he used you? you knew it was ridiculous to think like that, but it wouldn’t have been the first time a man had done something like that to you - your ex would do this all the time, sweet talk you as much as possible to get into your pants and then discard you like it was nothing. your eyebrows furrowed further as tears began to spring.
reluctantly, you got up, placing a new set of lounge wear on as you walked to your living room, where he was absent too. truly, you couldn’t help but cry. it was a horrible feeling, to feel like you had been used for your body; but what other conclusion could you come to?
you took a seat on your couch as you opted to watch a sitcom, trying to rid yourself of the shameful ache that replaced the ones between your thighs, quietly crying to yourself with a box of tissues.
you were two episodes in when the door swung open, a grumbling jungkook walking in, two bags in his hands. he kicked the door closed gently, clearly unaware you were sat on your couch as he towed his shoes off and shuffled over to the open plan kitchen, that sat connected to the same room you were in.
you watched him, with wide eyes, sniffling away. “jungkook?” you called out, shakily.
he yelped a little, a deep blush forming on his cheeks as he noticed you on the couch in a bundle of blankets, cheeks wet and eyes sore. his own eyes widened like saucers, dropping the two bags of food and immediately coming to your aid.
“what’s wrong? did something happen?” he asked immediately, dropping to his knees in between your legs so you were face to face.
his questioning immediately had you bursting out into tears again, your hands coming up to hide your face. you felt fucking humiliated, having jumped to conclusions so quickly but you couldn’t blame yourself - this was your norm, your horrible ex boyfriend had made sure of that.
“y/n? you’re scaring me, baby, what happened? talk to me, it’s just me.” he cooed, taking a hold of your hands whilst forcing you to look at him.
you opened your mouth to speak, watching him nod encouragingly which only allowed for more tears to leave. “i-i..i thought you left.”
he tilted his head, confused. “yeah, went to get us breakfast, got held up in all these different lines though so took so much longer than it needed to.”
you couldn’t stop crying, and it felt even more humiliating knowing it was over nothing, your stupid insecurities getting in the way. “i thought you had just left.”
his eyebrows furrowed. “you thought i wasn’t coming back?”
you nodded, head downwards whilst he rubbed his thumb over your fingers reassuringly. he all but cooed at you again, taking your hands and kissing them gently, as though you were made of glass.
“oh, sweet girl. i’d never leave you, you hear me? never, ever.” he promised, standing up to sit beside you. within seconds, he had you on his lap whilst you curled into his neck, sniffling as sobs wracked through your body. “i know you like those sandwiches from that shop in town so i thought i’d get you some before we had a talk, but i should’ve left a note, a text, or something. i didn’t realise it would take so long.”
“i’m sorry.” you whimpered, slowly calming down.
“why are you sorry? this was my mistake, and i’m the one who should be apologising to you.” he shook his head, kissing your cheeks and leaving little pecks to your lips. “look at me, y/n.”
you did exactly that, desperately trying to stomach how embarrassed you felt from jumping to conclusions but it all melted away upon one look at him. he looked so earnest, warm eyes fuelling into yours whilst he held you - you’d never had a man worship you the way he was, and not because he thought he’d gain anything from it, but because he wanted to.
“we’re gonna talk right now, okay? then we’re gonna eat, and we’ll plan our day but we need to talk this out properly so you don’t feel like this ever again.”
you nodded nervously, sniffling.
“is there a reason you were so scared?” jungkook dreaded the answer, knowing it partially, but he needed to address it with you.
you sniffled again, fiddling with the zipper of his zip up. “just used to happen all the time with my ex so i figured you got what you wanted and..and didn’t actually want me.”
your voice cracked by the end of your sentence, vulnerability showing as tears flooded your vision once more. jungkook wanted to cry himself at the mere sight of you, curled into him all nervous and shaky, as though your worst fears had come to life for a few seconds.
“y/n, look at me.” he begged, eyes shaky. you obliged, making eye contact again. “you have no idea what you are to me, you’re literally every single one of my dreams, my wants, my needs in one tiny body. i’d never, ever leave you. i’d be a fucking fool to ever do that to you, and i’m so sorry i made you think that for one second.”
you sniffled with wide eyes, nodding a little at his words as they soothed you.
“wanted to have this conversation later but i need you to know that you’re it for me, i want you to be mine so badly, been wanting that since the day i saw you walk into that class three years ago.” you all but whimpered at his words, heart beating out of your chest. “i want that too, wanna be yours, want you to be mine.”
“yeah? then i’m yours. all of me.” he promised immediately, kissing your hands again.
your lip began to quiver once more whilst he held you, assuring you sweet promises for the future, ones you knew in your heart he would not only vow to do, but he’d actually complete.
——
two months had passed since his declaration in your apartment and life had truly never been better. jungkook had maintained his vow, and he had shown up in every single aspect of your life. you introduced him to your friends, and he had settled in with ease, whilst you too were introduced to his friends who you often played games with. you had passed your project, getting an A which was beyond your wildest imagination, jungkook celebrating by buying you another plushie. your libido had yet to cool down though, with the two of you indulging in one another every chance you got.
even now, you had your legs up on his shoulders whilst he pounded into you, roughly, his glasses sliding down his nose every few seconds. you had asked him to keep them on, despite the fact they were a nuisance, fragile and fogging up - he just looked so fucking hot with them on.
“feels so good, kook.” you moaned out with an arched back, making him grunt down at you.
“yeah? still so tight. fuck you every day and yet you still can’t take me.”
“too big.” you whimpered with a nod, grabbing his locks with your hands, pulling him in for a hard kiss.
the kiss was sloppy, all tongue and saliva as you made love to one another through your mouths, his cock breaking you with each and every thrust. you needed him in a way that didn’t feel normal - only two months had gone by and yet you were closer than the average couple. your brain was flooded with everything jungkook, jungkook, jungkook. you knew he was it for you.
he wasn’t fairing any better, his crazed obsession for you coming to the surface. the amount of times he’d eaten you out in the library, or fucked your throat before a gaming tournament was beyond anything he could count - constantly wanting to mark you, his possessiveness coming to the forefront. you fucking loved it, you loved letting the world know you were both obsessed with each other.
he had come home to you agitated one night a week ago, knuckles bloody despite being washed and cleaned. you were worried out of your mind before he told you he had fucked your ex up, having come across him on his way to you and taking the opportunity happily. anyone normal would have recoiled, been disgusted even. you? you had ridden him all night, rocking his cock deep inside of you until you couldn’t say anything other than his name.
you’d gone on birth control soon after making things official with him, the feel of condoms annoying you as you craved the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. now, you wouldn’t let him cum anywhere else - even blowjobs being finished over your clit, before he would finger it in. neither of you could get enough of each other.
“feel that baby?” he teased, condescendingly putting your own hand on your stomach. the slight bulge that was forming made your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you drooled slightly, body shaking. “gonna fuck a baby into you. gonna get a good grad job, marry you, move you into a nice home with our family, gonna make sure you’re nice and round for me.”
his words were enough to drive you over the edge, eyes fluttering closed as you both came hard, a norm. soon enough you were both curling into each other, his cock still inside as you panted, rubbing your hands through his hair.
“my girl, were so good for me.”
“hm, always so nice to me, kookie.”
“gotta be nice to my baby.” he grinned down at you. “i love you so fucking much.”
your eyes twinkled. “i love you too.”
after years of secret emptiness, you finally felt whole again, that gaping black space in your chest now filled with the reciprocated love for jungkook. the man who reminded you of your beauty, your worth and joy - the same man that made you believe in love again. at last, you felt happy.
if you had to describe your relationship with your roommate to quite literally any other person on earth, you’d be floored.
you weren’t necessarily friends, just something in between. your best friend and his best friend had been in a relationship for 2 years now, both madly in love, forcing the two of you to interact. the first time you met him, you couldn’t help but think he was absurdly attractive. still, with how quiet he always seemed, you assumed he wasn’t all that interested in anything - or anyone.
when your apartment flooded and left you completely unable to live within your safe space, he had let you move in overnight despite barely knowing each other. he was with taehyung when yejin had received your teary call, desperate for advice on what to do - you were an emotional person usually, but in situations like this? you completely shut down, unable to think and certainly not able to proceed.
he had a spare room, and was about to list it when everything happened so he felt no qualms about letting you move in. you were clean, organised, and although vastly different to him with how chatty and sunshiny you were all of the time, he knew he’d enjoy living with you.
jungkook even charged you less than half of what he would ask anyone to pay for rent, which in itself was odd and unusual. his response? he didn’t need the money. confusing considering you were both in your early to mid twenties, navigating life. one would assume you were both inseparable, considering all of the preferential treatment, but alas, they couldn’t be more wrong.
you both spoke politely, exchanging niceties here and there, and even would go so far as to do things to make each other’s lives as easy as possible. you knew that he was quiet and enjoyed his silence, so you tried your hardest not to be too overbearing considering you were quite the opposite. you liked warmth, chatter and life - you wanted to feel it in every crevice of your routine, so your differences were clear and direct.
despite this, it was painfully obvious to everyone but you that jungkook was painfully in love with you, to the point where it felt like you were being purposefully obtuse. of course, you found him incredibly attractive, with a face so pretty and a body chiseled in every way, but you just assumed you weren’t his type.
tall, bulky boy who worked at the tattoo shop down the road with his friends. the guy who liked to eat the same thing for breakfast every morning, who spent more time at the apartment gym than elsewhere and that would knock on your door to say goodnight out of what you assumed was mere politeness. you, of course, were an idiot.
—
“i so did not do that.” yejin grumbled to her boyfriend, taehyung, as she sat perched on your couch with her legs swung over his lap. his fingers were brushing up and down her legs as he laughed, enamoured by her.
“you did! she got my order wrong and i thought you were going to leap over the counter and fight her.” you responded in your own fit of giggles. “honestly, i was prepared to just drink whatever she handed to me, but she was so assertive. it was so cool.”
yejin rolled her eyes, a little grin betraying her real feelings of amusement. “you don’t like lemon flavoured drinks.” you grinned back at her. “yeah but i would have drank it anyway to be polite.”
you were sat with your best friend and her boyfriend as they lounged with you, detailing a random thing that happened to you today. a forgotten sitcom sat playing on the tv as ambient lighting sat around your shared apartment, the three of you chatting away.
the door swung open with jungkook waddling in with bags in each hands, taehyung rushing over to help him. “about time you arrived.”
jungkook didn’t respond, mouth drawing into a line as the older boy reached for the beer and snacks he had brought, excitedly bringing them over to the table you were all sat around. you all cheered at the assortment he had brought, making him grin slightly.
“no way, how did you get these?” you all but squeaked as you pulled out your favourite swedish candy, knowing they only really sold them at the shop at the far side of town. “they never have these in stock when i go in.”
jungkook watched as you excitedly rummaged through, finding so many of your favourites, completely unaware that it was an act purposefully done. you didn’t need to know that he had ordered them weeks ago, even going so far as to pay the shopkeeper double to keep them in stock.
“got you these ones too.” he murmured quietly, pulling out the gummy bears you liked from his coat pocket and handing them to you, watching you practically squeal.
yejin watched him with an eager eye, grin so wide it practically rivalled the cheshire cat - all knowing, entirely cheeky. he had let her know about his affections for you on one drunken night and she was practically elated to hear it, knowing you harboured a massive crush on him despite also knowing you would never act on it out of uncertainty.
“my roommates the best, seriously.” you muffled through a mouth full of candy, finger wagging at him in appreciation. his cheeks dusted pink as he took a seat at the couch beside taehyung, getting a full view of you rummaging like a raccoon.
“finish the ones in your mouth before you choke.” yejin warned, laughing lightly as you stuffed your mouth. taehyung opened beers for you all. “okay, seriously, now we’re all here, what is the plan for saturday night? is it a gathering, is it a party?”
“bit of both, i guess.” her boyfriend responded. “namjoon invited all of our old university friends, so i guess it’ll be like a reunion for a lot of us. me and jungkook haven’t really kept in touch with anyone aside from the guys at the shop and hoseok.”
you’d all been invited to namjoon’s house, who co-owned the tattoo shop jungkook worked at. him, taehyung and 5 of his other friends were all university friends who still remained in close cahoots, often meeting up with both you and yejin invited too.
“ew, wonder if that weird guy that tried to get with you is gonna be there.” yejin grumbled to you, making you grimace. “probably, he’s like a rodent you can’t get rid of.” you huffed back.
jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “who?” he asked, voice inquisitive but clearly loaded.
yejin’s head turned slowly, grin forming widely as she made eye contact with him. you glanced up at him, letting her explain as you began eating more candy.
“oh, you remember changmin, right jungkookie? the computer scientist guy?” she all but cooed, clearly teasing him although it was lost on you. “he was obsessed with y/n, tried to get with her every chance he got but he could never get the message, she had to hide from him all the time.”
his eyes narrowed even further, flicking to you. you were nodding along, grimacing. “i told him to leave me alone but he never did. i guess it’s my fault for not telling joonie, he’ll probably be there and i’ll have to hide all night like it’s final year at uni again.”
“just stay with me.” jungkook grumbled, already feeling annoyed at the mere prospect of a man making you uncomfortable whilst he could be there to protect you.
your eyes flicked up at him, lips parting slightly. you hated when he did this, leaving you all breathless without even realising it. it made you feel things in multiple places, between your thighs especially.
yejin’s grin was comical, and taehyung was enjoying every second of this. “you promise? guys like that only respond to other men, so you need to make sure you really send him a message, okay jungkook? protect y/n, and all of that..”
jungkook wanted to deadpan at her obvious meddling, but wanted to further pass away at your genuine obliviousness.
“stay with me, y/n.” he reiterated, after giving the couple a dirty look when you weren’t looking. his eyes met yours and you nodded almost shyly.
you all spent the night laughing and chatting away before they decided to leave, simply going down two streets to their own shared apartment. you and jungkook both cleaned in silence, something he relished in whilst you sneakily stole glances at the tatted boy.
once you were both done, you retreated to your rooms, both facing each other with a mere metre separating them.
“goodnight, y/n.” he softly whispered to you, as he did every night, lingering near your door whilst he watched you walk in.
“nighty, night.” you responded in your usual chirp, grinning at him in a way that left him breathless. “sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
he gave you a small laugh despite hearing you say this every single night. his eyes roamed over your face for a moment, longing clear for anyone to see with the exception of yourself before turning to his own room.
you collapsed on your bed, heart thumping and head spinning. you weren’t above admitting you wondered what jungkook looked like when he slept in his bed, shoulders so wide and sleep shorts hung low on his waist.
the mere thought drove your brain in a haze and made your fingers linger at the waistband of your own panties, leaving you groaning into your pillow.
——
when people first met you, they would never assume you worked in a finance office. your bright, excitable personality felt like the complete opposite of the capitalistic, torturous environment you endured day in day out. you hated every single one of your colleagues, with the high majority being sexist men and the women there having no interest in being your friend - it was all in all a horrible place.
even now, you sat at your desk at a whopping five hours after your shift had ended because one of your colleagues had sneakily not done his portion of your shared project, and simply left it to you. you were literally the only person here, the cleaners downstairs doing their nightly job. so here you were, outwardly crying, tears streaming down your face as you typed, sniffling away.
you were incredibly sensitive, and situations like this were enough to drive you over the edge. you hated feeling taken advantage of, and it happened more times you were comfortable with. it wasn’t that you couldn’t stick up for yourself, but more so you were never given the opportunity to.
whilst you poured your heart out to your computer, jungkook sat on your shared couch nibbling his lip. it was extremely late, and you still weren’t home from work. you were notorious for being home on time, especially when it came to your job, considering you hated it so much.
he had even made your favourite. he was the cook of the house, always making you meals you’d find on tiktok, and you knew he was making the pie you loved so much. had even begged him that morning before you both left, though there was no reason for you to, he’d do anything you asked. it was all so entirely out of character.
“hey, what’s up?” taehyung asked as jungkook called.
“hey, are you with yejin?”
“yeah, she’s here.”
“can you ask her if she’s heard from y/n? she’s still not home and i’m stressing the fuck out.” jungkook confessed, running a hand through his hair.
yejin took the phone from her boyfriend. “she’s still not home from work? she text me a few hours ago saying she was staying late because her coworkers a dick and didn’t finish that project she was talking about.”
he sighed in relief. “okay, i’ll head down, just to make sure she’s all good.”
the two agreed, making sure he’d keep them updated before jungkook got up. he packed your dinner in your favourite, sanrio tupperware box that you’d paid a fortune for. he put it in a little bag before grabbing his coat, zipping it up and putting his beanie on before walking the short journey to your office.
15 minutes later, he had managed to flirt his way into your building, using certain choice words with the cleaners by the door who let him up to your floor. he emerged from the elevators, eyes falling to your sunken little body in the heart of the office immediately from the glow of your computer monitor.
the first thing he noticed was the way your eyes flickered up, gasping out loud at the sight of him. the second, was the mascara running down your face. it made his blood run cold to know you were here crying, something he tried to make sure you would never do - he knew you were sensitive, so he did everything in his power to accommodate it.
“jungkook?” you asked, hands shaking to wipe your under eyes although it was entirely futile. “what are you doing here? how did you even get up?”
he didn’t answer you immediately, simply walking towards you and holding up the bag of food. “made you chicken pie. couldn’t let it get cold at home, could i?”
your chest tightened before it began rising and falling again, lip jutting out in quivers. you couldn’t help the tears, they simply flowed so naturally.
“don’t cry.” he gently assured, putting the bag down whilst you sat in your seat, sniffling hard.
“i’m so mad jungkook! my colleague has had months to do this and now i’m sat here doing it because he forgot to do it and didn’t tell me, and we have to present it on monday and it needs to be sent over before midnight. and now i nearly missed out on chicken pie.”
your rambles were making his heart burst, you were so cute it drove him insane. “sounds like a prick. but don’t let him make you cry, hm? how about you eat, take a little break and then we can do the rest together. how’s that?”
you sniffled again; taking one of the napkins he brought to wipe your eyes. “okay.” you nodded, watching him open up your box. you nearly wailed at the sight of your favourite tupperware, knowing it was a conscious choice.
he placed it in front of you with gentle hands, scooting you closer to your desk so you could eat comfortably. he sat beside you, pulling someone else’s chair to you whilst he let you ramble over your colleague and dynamics whilst you ate, sniffling the entire time.
he poured you a drink of the oolong milk tea he brought with him, knowing it was your favourite. he pulled it up to your lips, to which you took a sip without even acknowledging the action for what it was, causing him to grin softly. you were so sweet, so cute - he had plans for your colleague, but that was for another day.
another hour and a half passed before you were finally done, the two of you walking besides one another until you finally reached your apartment. he immediately went to the kitchen to wash up your empty box, whilst you sighed loudly.
“have a shower and go to bed, hm?” he murmured quietly, sparing you a warm glance.
“okay. nighty night jungkook.” you nodded, longing to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug but you’d never really done that before.
he noticed your stare and unmoving feet, looking up to meet your gaze. “left some swedish candy in your snack drawer too.”
you were gone before he could even blink, squealing away in a new found excitement that had him laughing under his breath. fuck, he was so whipped.
——
jungkook wasn’t sure what he had expected attending namjoon’s party, but he wanted to bow down to the older man in thanks in hindsight.
he had finished work and headed home immediately, knowing you were probably already getting ready. sliding into his apartment, he could hear you shuffling around, so he quietly slipped into his shower, getting ready himself before heading out to the living room and waiting for you there.
“jungkook, are you home?” you called out from your room, making his head snap up. he headed to your door, murmuring a quiet “yep” in response.
you sighed in relief. “can you come in here? is this too casual?”
he did exactly that. his eyes weren’t quite sure where to look first, to the mount of clothes piling in each corner of your room, which was entirely unlike you and indicated that it was recent, or to the short outfit you had on, barely grazing your mid thigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
his throat ran dry, gaze raking up and down you hungrily, taking in each crevice you would offer. “jungkook?” you called again, snapping his attention to your face where you had a small pout on your face.
“what?” he asked, clearing his throat as heat dragged up his throat.
your own eyes were roaming over the expanse of his chest, his shoulders so wide in the black t-shirt that sat baggy on his figure. god, you wanted to do unholy things to him, wanted to know what noises he’d make. you snapped yourself out of it, realising that it was now you being awkwardly silent.
“um, do you think i look okay? not too casual?”
jungkook watched you bounce from foot to foot, an indicator of your uncertainty. “you look good.” he affirmed, unsure of what to say. you looked better than good, and it made a horrible feeling sink into his stomach knowing how many eyes would be on you tonight.
“i can’t look good. i need to look perfect.” you groaned, eyes shutting tight. “yejin texted me saying minho’s gonna be there and i haven’t seen him since everything went down, i need to make him choke.”
jungkook’s face visibly changed at the mention of your horrible ex. the man that had left you crying for weeks in your room, forcing jungkook to go into pure caregiver mode, taking care of you in hopes you would realise you were so much more than the subpar man.
“y/n, you look good. really, really good.” he assured whilst taking hesitant steps towards you. “he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you, or anyone for that matter.”
your eyes peered up at him whilst nervously chewing on your lip. “promise?”
“promise.” he nodded, eyes shamelessly running down your body once more, just to indulge. “but don’t waste your time on him tonight.”
“i won’t, i just haven’t seen him since the whole cheating thing and i..i don’t know, i just wanna look good.”
he wanted to scream. couldn’t you see? you were both moon and star, ground and sky and minho was just..well, minho. nothing remarkable, hardly handsome, a mouth that chattered too much and was used mostly to pit you down whatever chance he got.
he remembered how quiet you became at the end of your relationship with him. you’d just moved in, and it felt like your sunshine personality had taken a sudden shift, completely quiet and so upset all of the time. jungkook knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he all but begged yejin to make you see sense. of course, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to anyone until minho had then done the unforgivable.
“you’re staying with me tonight, remember?” jungkook gave you a small, comforting grin. “so don’t worry about anyone else. we’ll have fun whilst we avoid him and that changmin guy.”
through your response of giggles, jungkook felt his heart tighten. one day, you’d see - one day.
it wasn’t long after that that you were walking into namjoon’s house, much busier and livelier than you anticipated. you clung to the back of jungkook’s t-shirt in a bid not to lose him, but it was proving futile considering the busiest spot in the house was the entrance, finding it difficult to catch up with him.
he noticed, turning his head to look at you only to find you stuck between two groups of people, frowning as you tried to get them to notice. he didn’t think before walking over to you, taking a hold of both your hip and wrist, pulling you tight against his chest whilst giving the guys around you a dirty look.
you were too busy feeling every inch of jungkook’s chest, knowing this was the closest you had ever been to him. he smelled so good too, it took everything in you not to reach up and smell directly and moan, but even you realised that was probably a weird thing to do.
“thanks.” you loudly exclaimed over the pounding music, whilst he walked you over to your friends, hand still latched onto your wrist comfortably. he simply nodded in response, and you could see a slight pink hue on his cheeks that made you feel awfully giddy for some reason.
soon you were all in a little huddle, all 8 of them in front of you as you watched them drink to their hearts content. you were a little bit of a lightweight, but your desperate attempts to pace yourself in an environment like this was of course futile.
“this might be the worst playlist i’ve ever heard.” jin complained.
“i let one of the guys sort out music. i don’t even know what’s happening right now.” namjoon all but slurred, his arms around jungkook who laughed under his breath.
jin raised an eyebrow. “is he even coherent right now? how many drinks have you had?”
“speaking of drinks, need a top up?” yejin asked you; bumping your shoulder a little to which you nodded, arm slung around her shoulder. “let’s go!”
the two of you slipped away from the group; jungkook cheekily watching the way your hips swayed from behind with a quiet groan.
hoseok grinned, yoongi catching him in the act.
“one of these days, a guy is going to catch her interest and she’s going to give up on you because you couldn’t just tell her that you like her like a normal adult.” the older guy grumbled, whilst taking a sip of his concoction.
jungkook glared at him. “shut up.”
“what a pity.” hoseok teased, arm resting on yoongi’s shoulder. “so many guys staring at her already, you sure you want to play the game like this?”
“if she liked me, i’d know, okay? she’s not shy about her feelings.” he huffed.
“you’re right, which is why it’s so fucking painfully obvious to everyone else. god, you’re an idiot.” jimin laughed loudly, joining in on the teasing. “this weird, business casual relationship you guys have is going to go up in flames one day and you just need to make sure you’re in a good spot.”
“is this an intervention?” he huffed again; taking another sip of his drink whilst his eyes wandered to where you had disappeared to.
“this is us making sure you actually get the girl you want.” yoongi tapped his cheek gently whilst the others took turns giggling away.
—
“god, that tastes like shit.” you complained to yejin as you took a sip of whatever she just created in the kitchen, drinks lined up on the table with red solo cups waiting to be used. namjoon had planned for every type of drink and it was exciting.
she agreed, grimacing. “the nastier the taste, the quicker we get drunk.”
you smirked in response, the two of you chattering away. you turned to face the entrance of the kitchen, catching sight of no other than your horrible ex walking in alongside the girl he had cheated on you with, the two whispering things to each other, unaware you were in the corner just yet.
it felt hard to breathe, all of a sudden, yejin’s eyes widening at the sight before narrowing tightly. it was embarrassing to admit that you knew minho was never the one, he wasn’t even a momentary passing of time, but rather someone who was supposed to simply exist accessibly to you. you were okay with that arrangement, until he began being horrible. everything he would do was plainly mean, and it was clear he felt intimidated by how easily you made friends, and how naturally you integrated into groups, but you knew you didn’t deserve to be punished for it. you just couldn’t bring yourself to be alone, which in hindsight felt stupid.
when he cheated on you, you almost felt half relieved at the thought of being finally rid of such a horrible man. it was ruined, however, when you were reminded by the fact you had wasted so much time being berated by him, that you had lost a big chunk of your identity. when your flat flooded, he hadn’t bothered to help or offer any solution. in fact, he had the cheek to feel annoyed at you, as though it was somehow your fault your entire life had been tipped upside down, as though it was an act purposefully done for his attention. moving in with jungkook was made out to be the worst thing in the world, he even went so far as to use it as his justification for cheating, suggesting you had probably done it first.
“fuck, he’s so ugly.” yejin grumbled, taking a hold of your hip gently as a reminder she was beside you. your eyes flickered slightly, watching as he turned slightly, a look of shock forming on his features when he noticed you there.
you looked away immediately, focused on making your next drink, but minho was already walking towards you. yejin audibly groaned, his mere presence enough to annoy her as she stood with her arms crossed.
“what do you want?”
“what, i can’t say hello?” he asked, tilt of his head. forever an idiot.
you looked up, eyes flickering to the girl beside him. the complete, and entire opposite of you. it made that horrible, nasty creature crawl up your throat and take it hostage, unable to speak as you examined the differences between you both.
“the fuck do you want to say hello for? are you stupid?” yejin growled, stepping forward to him.
he rolled his eyes, as though her bite had no effect. “just being polite. you here alone, y/n?”
you hated the way he asked you, as though he was making fun of the way you were stood there simply watching.
“no.” you blurted, eyes narrowed. you knew you were lying, but you weren’t thinking rationally, you hadn’t seen or been with anyone since him, but a childish part of you refused to let him win.
the look of surprise on his face was notable, enough to cause a stir in your stomach. stupid, you wanted to wipe that smirk off even if it was the last thing you’d do.
“yeah? who you’d come with?” he asked, half curious and other half in annoyance.
minho liked toying with you. he liked making you want him, so the thought of someone stealing that away? it sickened him.
you opened your mouth to answer but were unsure of what to say. you gulped visibly, feeling uncomfortable. “jungkook.” yejin answered for you, scoffing. “an actual man, more than you ever were anyway.”
minho face entirely dropped.
the girl latched onto his arm peered up at his face inquisitively, looking you up and down a few times, almost wondering what had him so worked up.
“the fuck, you’re seeing jungkook?” he hissed, with narrowed eyes. “thought you said you were just friends.”
your cheeks were flushed pink, your fingers shaking. “yeah, well, you also said you’d never cheat so.”
“i don’t believe you.” he rudely interrupted, taking a step towards you. he looked genuinely angry.
yejin stepped forward too, shielding you from him. “yeah, and what’s it to you?”
he ignored her, eyes dangerously locked onto yours. “prove it to me.”
your mouth fell open slightly. “why should i prove it to you? you mean nothing to me.” you huffed back.
his face resumed its normal position, a look of genuine relief washing over him. it made you feel physically sick. “you should get better at lying, y/n, doesn’t quite suit you. always looked like a child whenever you did.” he spat before turning around, pulling his new girl alongside him as he left the kitchen.
yejin was saying something to you, but you could hardly hear her. his words, his voice, it rang in your head. you’d had enough of his taunting, his bullying, enough to last you a lifetime. your legs were moving before you could think, your brain unable to rationalise what you were about to do and the consequences of your actions.
you rudely bumped shoulders with minho as you left the kitchen, yejin confused but on your heels. his attention remained on you as you found your target. jungkook.
you walked over to him, half determined and half a tipsy haze, watching in real time as his eyes met yours, a slight tilt to his head as he examined your features. if only you had caught the way he visibly softened at your mere presence, watching you strive over to him with a determination he couldn’t quite place.
in moments you were in front of him, the other boys watching curiously on the side whilst minho’s eyes glared, almost challenging. your head reached jungkook’s chest, eyes almost pleading as your hands came to rest hesitantly on his stomach.
“please..just play along.” you whispered, to which he nodded instinctively, a curl of confusion to his eyebrows.
you reached up onto your tippy toes before pressing your lips to his.
jungkook was frozen.
you were kissing him. you, y/n. his roommate. the love of his fucking life. kissing. him. now. right now.
before he could really think or react, you had already pulled away with a deep red to your cheeks, mouth quivering slightly and hands shaking visibly. his eyes roamed your face before looking up, noticing minho’s confused glance on the other side of the room.
it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening, and though he was still half in a daze from the kiss, he ignored the pang in his chest and lurched forward. he grabbed you by the waist comfortably, tilting your chin and pressed his lips to yours again.
kissing jungkook was odd. it was unnerving how naturally your lips moved in unison, and it felt strange how the once incredibly loud party felt no more than a dulled buzz in yours ears. your blood felt like it was pumping harder than ever, your fingers clutching his t-shirt as though it was a lifeline. it scared you, how right this felt, how good.
you found yourself desperate to keep up, the two of you kissing passionately, hardly appropriate for the environment you were in. your lips moved in unison whilst jungkook pulled you in close, your chests touching each other tightly. you could feel every inch of him, could feel his heartbeat on his mouth and it was driving you insane.
by the time you were pulling away, the rise and fall of your chest was enough for jungkook to leave little pecks. over and over and over on your lips until he was fully satisfied, eyes glazed over at the mere sight of you.
minho was the last thing on either of your minds, and everyone around you felt like they were watching the grand finale of something big. even changmin, the boy who’s entire life mission was to get your attention, had watched the entire thing with an agape mouth whilst you both stared at each other, clouded in want and something so much deeper.
you were all but bullied out of your trance as you noticed minho leaving the party, clearly angry and agitated. you watched as he pushed his way through, a face of pure distaste adorned before he finally left.
before you could open your mouth and explain yourself, jimin reached over to you both and wrapped his arms around either of your shoulders.
“about time, that was hot as fuck.”
jungkook finally looked away from your face, gaze flickering to his friends who looked over at him excitedly. yejin, although excited, looked slightly solemn - she just hoped you realised what you had done.
you, stood, heart racing and hands shaking. you couldn’t believe what you just did, and frankly, how badly you wanted to do it again. you could feel your fingers absentmindedly reaching for jungkook, to which he of course noticed. the ever observant man brushed jimin off, who giggled his way back to his other friends whilst jungkook took a hold of one of your shaky hands, forcing you to look at him.
“let’s step out.” he gently said. not a commandment, but a plea - one you were happy to oblige by as you walked after him.
soon, you were in namjoon’s front garden, stood in the grass whilst the thumping of inside bellowed into the night sky. you nervously looked up at him, unsure of what to say.
“i’m sorry.” you whispered, shuffling from foot to foot. “i..he was so mean and..i don’t know, i wasn’t thinking and you were there and i just..i don’t even know.”
jungkook simply observed you, his face neutral. you wished in that moment you could be able to read his mind, get a sense of what he was thinking. you wanted him to speak. please, you wanted to beg.
a few minutes of silence passed before he finally did. “do you regret kissing me?” he asked. voice so gentle, so kind and warm. never accusatory.
your eyebrows furrowed. you felt many things in this very moment but regret had no part in any of it. the only thing you longed was to do it again, to reach out and have him kiss you longer, tongues clashing and lips connecting.
“no.” you whispered again, shaking your head. “absolutely not.”
“good.” he confirmed, stepping closer to you. “i have every intention of kissing you again y/n, would that be alright?”
you all but nodded, lips parted in shock and eyes wide. you looked comical but jungkook swore you were everything and more.
“but..you’re not mad?” you asked, eyes peering hopefully at him.
he pursed his lips. “i’m mad that minho is the reason we kissed, madder that he was my motivator. but no, i’d never be mad at you.” he assured, his head dropping to your forehead.
your heart was beating so fast, you felt so overwhelmed. was jungkook confessing to you? was this a clear indicator of how he felt, you hardly knew. it was as if he could read your thoughts, a small smile forming as he pulled away, after pressing a little kiss to your head.
“come on. let’s go back inside, still have to protect you from changmin remember?”
you couldn’t help the light laugh that left you, your shoulders easing. this was still jungkook. your jungkook, your roommate. the thought left you at ease as you both slipped back to the party, lips tingling with want.
—
you really had no idea that the kiss at the party would now have you in this position, sat on jungkook’s lap on your shared couch, hands in his hair, and his hands on your hips. your lips were moving in unison, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, tongues clashing and moving against one another.
you pulled away for air, chest rising and falling as he rested his head lazily against the couch. his eyes roamed over your face, and below, watching the way your legs were cocooned around him, your lips red and hair messy. he knew he probably looked the same.
neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. the party was over two days ago now, and yet every single chance you both got, you’d have your lips against one another, kissing, biting, pulling. it was intoxicating. the problem? neither of you were addressing the elephant in the room.
“jungkook.” you all but whined as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, enamoured by the way your tongue gently brushed it.
“hm?”
“everyone will be here soon, we need to clean up a little.” neither of you made an effort to move, his eyes trained on you, pushing your hips closer as a bid to hold you tighter.
“you’re right, we should.” he murmured, before sitting up again with you still on his lap. he leaned in for another kiss, lips clashing again as you both kissed one another.
you couldn’t help the breathy little moans that left you as he circled your tongue with his, to which he enjoyed very much. he loved the feeling of you so close to him, it felt right, something he had longed for much longer than he was openly willing to admit.
you pulled away again, with much difficulty as jungkook groaned, chasing your lips and planting pecks before you could stand up straight, giggling away. “stop, kookie, imagine they walk in any minute now.”
he grinned slightly. “can you blame me? lips are so pretty, can’t get enough.”
the flush on your cheeks represented the pang in your chest, nervously fiddling with the neckline of his t-shirt before he gently picked you up; placing you back on your feet as he stood. it always drove you insane how easily he was able to manhandle you, touching you with genuine ease as though it was nothing.
soon, the door knocked and your friends were piling in for your monthly movie night, yejin and yoongi in the kitchen with you preparing snacks whilst the other boys chattered loudly.
“so..are we going to address the elephant in the room?” yoongi’s asked, bumping your hip, whilst plating food.
you all but nearly started choking. “we haven’t addressed it, but i think..everything’s fine.” you shook your head, feeling warmth creep up every crevice of your body.
yejin grinned wide. “you know, you’re so much more obvious than you think.” you peered up at her through your lashes, fighting your own smile. “considering your lips look bruised, and you’re this giddy, you guys have definitely been kissing recently.”
yoongi gasped, hands putting the plate down and turning around to face you. the three of you looked at each other before squeaking, the two asking a million questions whilst you gushed about the situation.
“he does this thing with his tongue, god.” you whispered to them, the two hanging on to every word. “i genuinely have no idea why he’s single.”
yejin deadpanned at you, eyebrow raising. “y/n…are you being serious?”
you tilted your head a little in response.
“you know he’s crazy about you right? i feel like he makes it pretty obvious that he’s in love with you, but surely you know that now more than ever?”
your entire face changed, eyes widening and then eyebrows furrowing in confusion, looking at yoongi who nodded in confirmation. he loved you? love? you?
jungkook, tatted and tall, soft and sweet, hard and quiet. the boy who worked quietly at the tattoo shop, known for his incredible designs and how fucking attractive he was. he loved you? it felt strange, you assumed he was interested in you, considering the situation you were in now, but prior to the kiss, you could name on one hand how many long conversations you had ever had and you were roommates.
“but..” you began, in genuine confusion. “we’ve never…we barely even…?”
yoongi grinned. “i’ve known him since i was 13. he’s always been really quiet, just more of a doer as opposed to a talker, you know?” you nodded, carefully. “listen, we love you sweetheart but you genuinely might be the most oblivious girl in the world.” yejin added with a small laugh.
“when the whole minho thing happened, do you know how many times we had to stop him from fucking him up? he was genuinely ready to end his life for you, it was crazy.”
you felt like a curtain had been pulled from your very eyes, as though the truth that was sat patiently waiting for you was now being accessed.
“or when you moved in for the first time, you guys had spoken what, like 2 times personally at that point? do you really think a guy like jungkook would just offer anyone a place in an apartment like this?” yoongi deadpanned. “literally the only reason he even charges you that rent is so you don’t feel guilty, he knows how you are. pretty sure he just uses that money to buy you things for the apartment.”
“but..he never..he’s never said anything or done anything..” you whispered, heart beating fast. you hardly realised your hands were shaking so much.
“can you blame him?” she gave you a soft grin again. “i think he was happy to be in your presence in anyway he could have you, he’d never wanna make you feel like you have to reciprocate, especially given the fact you guys live together.”
the next few moments felt like a blur, the two walking out to leave the snacks on the table whilst you gave yourself a moment. once you were composed, you walked out only to spot the only free spot on the couch was now next to jungkook, who looked a little too smug.
your eyes connected as you walked over, carefully sitting down. the spot was a little tighter than you anticipated, forcing you against him. “comfortable?” he whispered down at you.
with this new found knowledge, every single one of his actions felt different to you. the way he was glancing down, or even the way his hands twitched, clearly desperate to touch you but unsure and anxious. you nodded up at him, eyes slightly glazed over, parted lips and fingers reaching for him.
jungkook couldn’t look away from you. you looked…different? had something happened in the kitchen? yejin and yoongi looked completely fine, the two fighting over the last piece of chocolate as everyone had already devoured the rest. he watched as one of your hands reached for his, gently bringing it to your own lap where your fingers brushed against his.
his heart was beating out of his chest despite the small action. light touches, thumb brushing over his skin, his eyebrows furrowed at the look of genuine yearning spread over your features, and it made him want to scream. beautiful, y/n. his y/n.
“you okay?” he whispered down at you once the film started, having shuffled so your body was turned towards him slightly, leaning in to rest on him.
you couldn’t focus on the film. not now you knew that every action he did represented so much more. instead, you peered up at him again with a small smile. “meet me in the kitchen in 5?”
he stared at you for a moment, lips parted before he gave you a slow nod. would it be so bad if he gave you a kiss here, now?
you got up, shuffling away without anyone noticing as the film had been one the group wanted to watch for a while now. jungkook was the most excited, but right now, it couldn’t have mattered less even if it tried. he obediently waited 5 minutes, to avoid suspicion before heading to the kitchen, taking a few plates with him to look busy.
the second he walked in, he closed the door behind him, watching as you twirled to face him. in two strides, he was over to you, hands on your hips and lips on your own.
your mouths weaved together, as he crouched to meet your height, your hands locked into the gentle wave of his hair. he was addicting, something you couldn’t get enough of now you’d had a taste.
“fuck, what are you doing to me.” he whispered as he pulled away, leaning in for another brief kiss to which you happily gave him.
“says you. i feel like you’re ruining me.” you teased making him laugh quietly, fingers tightening around your hips again.
he straightened up, looking down at you with a look you now knew could be nothing other than adoration. you wanted to pull your own hair for your self induced idiocy - looking up at him, it was clear as day. jungkook could sense a change in you, but couldn’t quite pin point it.
“we should go out there soon, we’ll never hear the end of it if we’re caught kissing during the film you’ve been begging to watch for the past three months.” you giggled.
he grinned. your laugh was his favourite sound. “one more kiss?”
—
over a month later, your routines remained strangely familiar. the two of you interacted much more than you usually did, spending time with one another, having conversations every chance you got. jungkook would find himself constantly pushing against what would usually make himself comfortable in a bid to engage with you. you, also, found yourself adapting to the silence he adored so much, often curling against him on the couch whilst you both simply enjoyed your shared presences.
the problem? despite this, nothing had changed and it was driving you insane. you would both spend morning till evening kissing, often times even getting quite steamy and touchy, but it would end there and the two of you would return to your bedrooms before the cycle began again in the morning.
you weren’t sure of what was happening, what you were, what you weren’t but it confused you beyond anything. you’d been told so openly by everyone around you that he was smitten, in love and what not - yet you had no inkling of that from him directly. it was difficult trying to understand the depths of jungkook’s feelings when he was so quiet, a trait you enjoyed thoroughly, but one that proved futile in his pursuit of you.
little did you know, jungkook felt similar. it was confusing to him whenever he tried to dissect what you might feel for him. he assumed he had been more then clear as despite you being the one to kiss him first, he continuously sought you out. he was the one to kiss you again, to affirm to you he wanted to proceed doing so, the one who would actively reach for you when you would both wake up. he wasn’t sure of what to do.
you were energetic and loud, often saying exactly what you thought with no care. it was his favourite thing about you, your sheer authenticity - it was both addicting and admirable. it also made him question your relationship; if you felt a certain way, he assumed you would simply say it. it was confusing, and frankly made him deeply disheartened - you were it for him, he just wished he could be the same for you.
this budding tension was driving both of you insane, a constant push and pull that neither of you could decipher. even now, you sat in his tattoo parlour amongst all of your other friends, jungkook and jin in their retrospective rooms doing their jobs.
it was irrational. completely fucking stupid and yet you couldn’t help it. knowing he was in a tight, enclosed space with another woman was something that usually would never agitate you, but you were already feeling annoyed.
tall, leggy and gothic - the gorgeous girl sat on jungkook’s chair was everything you imagined would look good beside him. they were visibly attractive, and looked like a solid pairing, forcing a deep insecurity to rear its head in your stomach. you couldn’t help but peer upwards every now and then, the visible glass pane of his room showcasing the two laughing and chatting, something that felt rare and particular when it came to jungkook.
the rest of you were sat in the reception area, as you always did whenever you all visited. you were all going out to get casual drinks at the local bar by your homes, but your mood soured immediately seeing the interaction being had in front of you.
yejin had noticed immediately, a frown on her face as she placed her hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with her fingers as a means to distract.
“you alright?” namjoon asked beside you, the entire group noticing how quiet you were being, a complete and entire 180 to your usual presence.
you peered up from your lap. “hm?”
jimin’s head tilted. “you’ve been quiet all afternoon, are you okay?”
“just not feeling too good, i guess.” you murmured, shrugging slightly. you opened your mouth to continue, only to be interrupted by aloud laughs coming from jungkook’s room, all of you looking over to see the two in a fit of giggles.
“yeah, i wouldn’t feel good either.” yejin grumbled, clearly agitated by the exact sight you were all watching. you looked away after a moment, unable to focus without feeling your heart pang.
you knew it was irrational, but insecurity was warping down your throat. he was supposed to like you, to love you even, and yet you were in the same position from last month. reduced to kisses and stolen touches, with no commitment and no mention of anything else. now you were watching no doubt jungkook’s type, leggy and tatted, make him laugh hysterically as though he wasn’t the most quiet person you knew.
after another 25 minutes of enduring horrible thoughts that were doing nothing other than ruining your mood, jungkook finished up with his client, saying bye to her as she got up to leave. it wasn’t long until he joined you all, waiting for jin to finish cleaning up his station.
“hi.” he grinned at you, sitting beside you on the couch as the others chatted away.
“hi.” you mumbled back, avoiding eye contact as your fingers fiddled with each other.
jungkook prided himself on his observation skills, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out something was upsetting you. his eyebrows furrowed immediately at your response, leaning into you as he urged your chin up so you’d look at him.
“what’s wrong?”
“nothing.” you pushed his hand away.
his eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?”
“nothing, jungkook. i’m not in the mood right now.” you huffed, being quiet.
you knew you were being unreasonable, it made you feel sick watching the content on his face entirely drop to genuine confusion. he looked lost by your response.
“did..did i do something?” he asked hesitantly, making your heart pang.
embarrassment creeped up into every crevice of your being. you felt fucking humiliated feeling like this, especially when he was sat beside you with eyes so big, all but pleading. “no, kookie..just not feeling good, that’s all.” you assured, your voice cracking a little at the end.
he knew you were lying, but he genuinely didn’t know what to do. he frowned deeply, eyes flicking up to see jimin who observed you both. the older boy shook his head lightly, indicating a small “not now”. you needed space to figure out whatever was happening in your head instead of speaking in emotion, something you all knew would be something you’d regret deeply after.
it wasn’t long until jin joined you all; and you all made your way to the bar across the street. jungkook felt like a lost puppy as he watched you shuffle next to yejin and yoongi, confused as he pulled jimin to aside.
“did something happen? did i say something?” he asked him, in genuine confusion.
jimin ordered drinks for everyone before turning to face him, sat on a bar stool. “we all had to endure an hour of watching you and your client flirt and you’re asking me if something happened?”
“what the fuck? we weren’t flirting.” jungkook stood up immediately, face distorting.
“hm?” jimin peered. “maybe you weren’t, but i guess that doesn’t really matter when the optics say otherwise.”
“jimin, are you being serious?” the tatted boy looked genuinely distressed. “she was being nice, we were talking about y/n. i swear it wasn’t like that. fuck.” he ran his hands through his hair. “is that what y/n thinks? from what she saw?”
“listen, jungkook. we all know you’re opposites, and that’s fine, you guys mesh, but a month ago, you guys used to live in the same apartment and talk occasionally here and there, do you really think it feels good for y/n to watch you interact so easily with a girl she assumes is your type?” he deadpanned.
jungkook pulled at his hair, wanting no more than to rush over to you and explain. “but i love her, she knows i love her, i’d never want to make her feel like that.”
“does she know that?” he asked, paying for the drinks. “because again, a month’s gone past and nothings really changed. do you guys talk to each other about what you even are?”
his eyes shut closed tightly for a few moments before he opened them again. looking over at you sat beside your shared friends, smile not quite meeting your eyes, much quieter than you’d ever been. he felt sick.
“i assumed she didn’t want anything more, she’s always so open about how she feels and we’ve never really talked in depth about any of this so i..i don’t know, i guess i just thought if she didn’t want me in that way, i’d still take anything she wanted to give me.”
“god, you’re both so stupid.” jimin laughed suddenly, with a shake of his head. “how is it you’re both so different and yet the exact same?”
jungkook flushed. “what are you talking about?”
“jungkook, seriously. you do realise the only reason she hasn’t said anything is because you haven’t? you’re the one that’s in love with her, why wouldn’t you then make the next move you idiot?”
his eyebrows furrowed. “because she doesn’t love me.”
“do you genuinely believe that?”
“she would have said if she did. it’s y/n.”
“idiots.” the older man groaned. “i’ve given you enough of my free therapy. help me with these drinks, get some liquid courage in your system and go fix this because one of you has to step up.”
jungkook felt genuinely lost. he’d spent so long dealing with his feelings in silence, accepting that they were for him and him alone only to be given a part of you so suddenly - he was scared of losing it in a bid to get all of you. not that it mattered anyway, knowing you were upset was enough to practically debilitate him.
the two walked over to the table again, handing everyone their drinks. you peered up, only to see his eyes already on yours, forcing you to look away immediately, embarrassed to have been caught.
the night was spent pretty much spent like that, quiet glances, with neither of you addressing each other. not that jungkook didn’t want to, but every time he’d try, you’d suddenly engage in a conversation with someone else as though you could sense it coming.
you felt guilty, you knew you were being irrational but insecurity had a mind of its own and, frankly, you didn’t care if you were being ridiculous. your feelings had merit, you just had no idea how to bring it up. selfishly, it annoyed you to even have to.
soon enough, everyone was heading home, leaving you and jungkook in an uber in silence. you could feel his eyes on you the entire time as you looked out the window. it continued as you left, walking to your apartment, even as you stepped in and toed your shoes off. the cherry on top of the cake was watching you walk to your room without wishing him goodnight, something you had done without fail since you moved in.
his heart ached. had he truly upset you this much?
before he could think, his legs were forcing their way through your door, where you were preparing for a shower, getting your cute pyjamas and scented products out - the ones he loved so much.
“y/n, can we talk? please?”
“i’m gonna have a shower.” you murmured, peering up as though it was a viable excuse to hide your vulnerability.
he walked over to you, taking your clothes and gently placing them on the bed. “shower after we talk, this is important.
you mutely obliged, watching as he sat you down on the bed. instead of doing the same, he slotted between your legs, crouched on his knees so you were peering down at him. an act so passive and yet it changed the entire dynamic completely - he was putting you in charge, making sure you felt in power, a complete and entire vast difference to your other ex’s and situationships who thrived on making you feel small.
“i made you feel uncomfortable today, i realise that now and for that i’m sorry.” he began. “and i know that it’s so much bigger than that, and it’s not just about whatever was happening at the shop, but before we continue, i need to make that clear with you.”
you simply stared at him, cheeks flushed at the memory of him laughing so casually with his client. the feeling of jealousy was returning, making you feel sick.
“i have eyes only for you, y/n. fuck, you’re all i think about constantly, it’s always gonna be you.” he shook his head.
“but..” you began, voice already beginning to quiver. you stopped yourself, thinning your lips to a line as you desperately tried to keep your vulnerability at bay. “all we do is kiss. we have nice conversations and then that’s it. you were laughing so much with her and you guys were chatting the entire time, it looked so easy.” you admitted in a small voice.
his eyes shut for a moment, genuine despair across his features at the sound of you so small. “i’m so sorry for making you feel like this, y/n, over my own stupid cowardice.”
you peered up. “talking to you comes naturally, i don’t have to think, i can be entirely myself and i’ve never felt that with anyone else, i don’t feel like i have to perform for you, you make me feel seen.” he admitted, hands cupping your own. “this conversation is a long time coming and i feel stupid now i know we’ve clearly been on the same page without realising it.”
“what do you mean?”
jungkook watched you, your eyes were a little teary but you were holding your own. his heart ached again. “i want more, so much more than this.” he breathed, head dipping a little as he closed his eyes. “fuck, y/n, if it was up to me, i’d be yours, i’d do it all, the dates, the love, all of it. i didn’t want to pressure you into anything, especially with our living dynamic, i assumed you’d wanna take it slow but i’m an idiot.”
your eyes were so big, so hopeful as you both looked at one another, your chest heaving a little as your emotions began getting the better of you. you were the most sensitive person he knew and again, it was something he adored, but right now? he wanted to combust knowing he was the reason for it.
“i want that too.” you said through sniffles. “but then you didn’t say anything after and we just kept going, i figured that’s all you wanted but yejin and yoongi told me about your feelings and i don’t know, i know you feel something for me but it’s hard to believe it’s as strong as they’re saying when all i get are a few kisses and cuddles and then we don’t really talk about it.”
he nodded, gently running his thumb over your hands, urging you to go on. “and..i like you so much, always liked you kookie just didn’t think you’d like me like that since we’re so different, you know?” you sniffled. “cause i know you like your space and you like the quiet and i’m always around being loud and stuff so just didn’t think it would ever happen, but now that i have a little part of it i just..i want more and it’s scary.”
jungkook genuinely couldn’t breathe. his head was swarming with so many different things, so many ways he wanted to scream and explain to you that you were everything and more and yet he had no idea how to.
he gave you a moment before responding. “i struggle with expressing what i feel through words.” he whispered, tilting your chin so your eyes would meet again. “it’s something i’ve never really been able to do, but i’ll work on it. for you. never ever want you to be in doubt about my feelings for you, y/n, because i’m in love with you.”
you breathed out, tears spilling down your face rapidly.
“you’re everything to me. there has to be an irony to this considering the entire 3 and a half hour session with that client today was me just telling her about how i feel for you, all of the things i find cute or pretty, the way you refuse to cook a single thing, or when you use my shower instead and think i won’t notice even though you leave half of your stuff behind every time.” your little gasp was enough to bring a little grin to his face as he wiped your tears.
“it’s not fair that she gets to hear and see that, when it should be you. i’m rectifying that now, however you wanna proceed after that, i understand.”
“you are the love of my fucking life, you sweet girl. i swear, when taehyung told me him and yejin were together, i wanted to scream because i knew you’d get to be around so much more and i’d get glimpses of you. was happy just to be around you, fuck.” he breathed out. “and when you moved in, and you were still with that bastard minho, had to stop myself from going out and fucking him up every single night, only thing stopping me now is i don’t wanna scare you.”
“you’re it for me, you’re everything and more. i know you might not feel the same and that’s okay, i don’t need you to, i’m happy just knowing you and being around you, but i can’t have you thinking otherwise. i’m yours, entirely.”
you were all but sobbing at this point, clutching him tightly to you as you nodded throughout. multiple boyfriends and countless flings, all in which had tainted the idea of love entirely to you - you’d never known it to be anything other than painful and cruel. yet jungkook sat, crouched between your legs, ready to give you the world and more - was that not an indicator of how he felt alone?
“you’re so silly, kookie.” you shook your head whilst he wiped your face, coping. “want you, want all of you, like you so much it makes my head spin.” you were getting closer and closer, your bodies practically pinned against eachother. “of course i love you, fell in love with you ages ago just never properly realised it and i’m sorry for making you feel otherwise.”
he shook his head desperately, clutching the back of your hair. “no, no, don’t need to apologise. this is me, should’ve expressed this from day one, shouldn’t have heard it from anyone else but me directly.”
the two of you embraced, holding one another as you quietly cried. jungkook’s heart was broken and yet mended in y/n coloured ribbon, cured and kissed. you were his, his everything, and the fact you felt the same meant everything to him.
soon, you calmed down, whilst he pressed soft kisses to your hands as a bid to relax you. “does this mean..like we’re together?” you asked, always one to speak your mind freely without thought.
jungkook grinned into your hands, giddy and cheeky. “you’re my girlfriend.” he confirmed, kissing your knuckles over and over. “mine, all mine, swear i’ll give you the world.”
you sniffled, enjoying the attention he was giving you. it felt so good to finally know, and even better knowing it was exactly what you hoped for and more. it finally felt right.
—
“are we going to address this?” jin asked, currently stood in your kitchen with his hip popped and an apple half bitten into.
yoongi scratched his head. “this causes for a celebration, feel like i’ve been made an old man through the will they, won’t they.” he grumbled.
the two watched as you giggled together whilst chatting away on the couch, your legs sprawled on his lap whilst he curled into you, your fingers playing with his hair. they had come over to pick something up for the shop, though neither of you made any effort into getting up initially.
you eventually did, humming excitedly as you went to grab a drink from the fridge. “hi.” you eagerly greeted the boys, grin a little too wide.
they both blinked at you.
“don’t you think my boyfriend is so handsome?”
the two blinked again. it dawned on yoongi first.
“namjoon owes me 200.”
“what the fuck? he owes me 50, i didn’t realise we were doing high bids.” jin complained, huffing.
jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “you guys bet on us?”
“obviously. you’re easy money.” yoongi smirked, patting his shoulder before picking up the box they needed. “come on jin, let’s leave the love birds to it.”
jin continued to grumble the entire way, giving you a little hug before leaving you both in your shared silence, the door closing behind them. you both looked at one another before giggling a little.
“can we make out in your room now?” you asked, always a bundle of excitement.
“i still don’t understand why you say it like that.” he laughed as you led him there. “because, smells like you in your room so it means we kiss better, duh.”
he grinned again, happy to oblige in whatever his girlfriend wanted from him. he pulled you down onto the bed, hovering over you in a matter of seconds, not allowing you to get your bearings before he pressed his lips to yours.
it always got steamy whenever you were in here, though you hadn’t actually done anything yet. at most, you’d felt him through his shorts once, being rudely interrupted by a knock on the door from jimin meaning you couldn’t do anything. you’d never forget how he felt though.
your lips moved in unison, moans and whimpers leaving you as he caged you in. shoulders wide and biceps large, this felt like heaven and more. your hands were roaming through his hair, tugging causing him to grunt. your tongues explored whilst your hips moved upwards, desperate for anything he’d give you.
his lips soon trailed down your chin, and to your neck, sucking and biting almost instantly. your moans were driving him insane, so breathy he swore he wouldn’t last. he pulled away slightly, the sight of you on his bed, hair messily discarded over his pillows whilst your cheeks flushed red, lips swollen and eyes hazy. he wanted to fucking ruin you.
“you’re going to drive me insane.” he grumbled, hands at your side.
“hm?” you teased, legs wrapping around his waist. “but we just started…”
jungkook took that as confirmation that you were both on the same page, smirking a little before pressing his lips against yours once more. his hands travelled to the big tshirt you were wearing, hands pushing underneath as they travelled up to your bare breasts.
“no bra?” he groaned through the kiss, kneading and touching instantly.
you moaned into the kiss also, shaking your head slightly. “never wear a bra, kookie. thought you would have noticed by now.”
the cheeky remark was enough to make him want to scream. “i’ve noticed baby. tried to be good and respectful, be a good roommate but couldn’t stop looking, makes me feral.”
for someone so quiet, you were realising jungkook was a dirty talker and the thought made you pool between your legs. you liked that, a lot.
a moment passed and he was already pulling the tshirt off of you, leaving you in nothing else than your flimsy pyjama shorts.
“fuck, look at you.” he groaned loudly, head dipping before you could even respond. his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, biting and licking, whilst his fingers gripped either side of your hips harshly. you knew his fingers would leave bruises, but a sick part of you wanted that, wanting to be marked by jungkook in every possible way.
you were a moaning mess, though he was much worse. you’d never had anyone enjoy this as much as he was, growing and grunting against your skin, telling you all of the things he wanted to do to you in explicit detail.
he got up a little, lips releasing your boobs before dropping a small peck to your lips, hair wild from the way your hands were pulling at it. without notice, he pulled down your sleep shorts, leaving you in your cute cotton panties, a little bow at the front indicating you very much did not expect this to happen today.
jungkook grew harder at the sight, enjoying it very much. “you’re so cute.” he whispered under his breath, almost enamoured by you to which you found yourself blushing pink, hiding your face a little.
you watched him kneel between your legs making you flank your thighs immediately. “you don’t have to do that, kookie.”
he raised his eyebrow. “you don’t want me to?”
“just..i know most guys don’t like it so don’t worry.”
jungkook’s face was the response you got. half confused and half annoyed. he scoffed a little before grabbing your legs and harshly pulling you closer, making you gasp out loud. “i’ve wanted to eat you out since the day you moved in, y/n.”
your brain was scattered, unsure of how to even respond as you watched him move your panties to the side. the groan he let out was enough to make you throb, watching as he blew air gently on your clit. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen, fuck.”
you opened your mouth to say something but was cut short immediately as he latched his tongue around your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking up and down. the moans that escaped you were louder than ever, getting airier with each passing second.
jungkook was moaning too, as though your very taste was enough to drive him insane. his hands pulled you in closer, his nose bumping your clit as his tongue pushed inside of you, thrusting and sucking every inch of you he could get.
hands pulled at his hair as you moaned his name, legs shaking. “my pretty girlfriend, hm? can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.” he grunted, finger slowly inserting into you. “need you to sit on my face every day of my life.”
you felt so full from one of his fingers alone, so much thicker than any of yours. you’d used them so many times, thinking of him in the quiet of your room, completely unaware that he was in his own pumping his cock to your moans.
“feels so good.” you moaned out, making him let out a small breathy laugh against your clit before he resumed. “yeah? want more baby?”
you nodded, whimpering pathetically before he added another finger. you moaned loudly; hips lifting. “feels so big.”
he couldn’t help the smirk that formed. “gotta loosen you up baby, need you to take my cock.”
he was pumping fast, whilst he sucked at your clit, grunting hard whilst you both fell into a rhythm. he wasn’t being gentle by any means, rough licks and thrusts just how you liked them - he was meant for you.
it wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm approaching, and judging from the way your breathy moans were getting higher and louder, jungkook knew it too. “gonna cum for me baby?” he cooed, picking up his pace.
in a moment, you came. your hips lifted and your eyes widened before shutting tightly, moans caught in your throat whilst your legs shook. you felt like you were teleported elsewhere, never having cum from oral before.
by the time you were coming down from your high, jungkook was still practically making out with your clit, causing you to whimper and push him away. he parted reluctantly, sucking on his two fingers that were coated with you. the sight made you want to cum again, eyes hazy.
you got up at the same time as he did, reaching for his shorts as you crouched down. “baby, i love you, but i won’t last if you give me a blowjob.” he airily laughed, making a grin form on your face. it gave you an ego boost to know he was just as much on his knees for you as you were for him.
in response, you simply laid back down, lifting your legs as you took your panties off properly before chucking them somewhere in his room. you spread your legs; watching his eyes darken whilst he took in the sight in front of him.
he took off his shorts, his cock in clear view for you to see. hard, long and so very thick. it made you throb at the sight of it, knowing you’d never taken anyone as big as him. “kookie, you won’t fit.” you whimpered, fingers touching the tip in awe.
“i’ll make it fit.” he responded, leaning down to give you a little peck as he ran it down your pussy, his cock head collecting your slick. it caught onto your clit a few times, forcing little shudders to go through you that he enjoyed thoroughly.
before long, he began pushing in, the two of you moaning loudly in unison. this was everything he had dreamt of, and god knew, it was all he could ever think about. “you’re too big.” you huffed, nails digging into his shoulders.
his ego was being boosted beyond measure knowing he was only half way in, continuing to push in whilst he forced you to look at him. you closed your eyes for a moment; making him nudge your nose with his own so he’d be able to watch you again. this was euphoria at its finest, seeing you fall apart in realtime on his cock.
by the time he was fully inside, you were shaking, never having felt so full ever before and despite the painful stretch, the pleasure was unlike anything. you rolled your hips experimentally whilst he waited for you to adjust a little, causing you to moan out loudly.
“fuck, look at you baby. doing so good.” he groaned. your chest was falling up and down as you let out little breaths, leaving scars up and down his back. “so big, kookie, i can feel you here.” you whimpered as you took his hand, guiding it to your stomach where there sat a slight bulge.
“you like it, pretty girl? looks so good.”
you were going insane. once he started thrusting, you were an even bigger mess, with tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure - unlike anything you’d ever felt whilst the stretch still allowed for a burn. it hurt in all of the best ways, and you didn’t want him to be gentle.
“h-harder.” you begged, forcing him to groan as he happily obliged. the sounds of skin against skin filtered through the entire apartment and he knew your nosy neighbours would be more than annoyed at the sound of his bed banging against the wall so loudly.
he gripped your hips, pulling your legs around him. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about this.” you whimpered up at him. “always touch myself thinking about you kookie, feels so much better than i dreamt about.”
he audibly cursed, grunting loudly at your words as he picked up his pace, unable to be soft and gentle despite his earlier intentions. “yeah? use to be able to hear you, baby. could hear when you were rubbing your little clit in your room, use to drive me insane.” he swore again. “amount of times i wanted to break you over and over and over is insane, but didn’t wanna scare you.”
“wanted that so bad.” you whimpered back, shaking your head. “needed it.”
you clenched around him. “my pretty girlfriend, never gonna let you go. always gonna make you feel good.” he promised you, lips pressed against yours harshly. “wish you knew how deeply i love you, wanted you for years and now i have you. all mine.”
your back arched as you moaned loudly at his words, tears streaming from how overwhelmed you felt. “promise? don’t ever want you to leave.”
jungkook’s pace grew harder if that was even possible, pushing your legs, bending you in two.
“how do i prove it to you hm? gonna fucking put a ring on you finger one day, baby, you hear me? going to make you my pretty wife.”
his words cut through you like an electric shock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm rushed over you out of nowhere. jungkook swore loudly, feeling you grow impossibly tighter as he found himself bracing, feeling your hands pull at his hair, scratch his back and everything else.
he thrusted, keeping your high going for as long as possible, until you were shaking from overstimulation. jungkook moaned as he felt his own high approaching, clutching your thighs tightly. “cum inside me, kookie, wanna feel you.”
that was enough to drive him over the edge as he cursed, his eyes shutting tight as he orgasmed. he came for what felt like minutes, thrusting through his thigh. the two of you breathed deeply, lips hovering over one another as you shared a look.
he lowered your legs, running his hands over your thighs to soothe the ache whilst he remained inside of you, rubbing his nose over your own. “you were so good, baby. so so good.” he whispered, planting kisses over your eyelids, cheeks and chin.
you whimpered, already feeling achy from the rough session, and yet yearning for more. the intimacy was more than just sex, it felt like you both had finally reached a point where you became one, and you knew you were now addicted.
he slowly pulled out of you, a noise of protest leaving you at the feeling of being so empty. he let out a breathy laugh at your reaction, before swooping you up and taking you to his bathroom, carrying you bridal style. he placed you on the counter whilst he made sure the water was the heat you liked it at.
he turned around, your eyes trained on his making him grin a little. his heart was pounding out of his chest but he was desperate to make it appear as though he was calm despite this being everything he had ever wanted. “you okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your head.
“yeah.” you confirmed, matching his grin before you pulled him in. soon you were both under the water, a giggling mess as you joked and embraced, the two of you entirely inseparable.
once you were done, you both opted to head to your room. your bed was considerably smaller than his, but he loved it, loved making you sleep on his chest as opposed to next to him - he liked feeling every inch of you, it made you both feel closer.
“i love you.” you whispered to him quietly whilst you traced circles into his chest.
there was a moment of silence, forcing you to peer up only to find him staring down at you with a smile. you reciprocated, your gaze locked onto his.
“i love you so much more, y/n.” he promised.
you couldn’t help the little laugh. “yeah? even had you wanting to put a ring on me earlier.”
he laughed loudly, giving your ass a spank. “jeon y/n. sounds good.”
“good. i want that.” you teased. “and i want a big house and we can have a cute cat too. you have to build a really big fence, to prove you love me.”
“i’ll build you two, baby.”
you squeaked, planting a big kiss to his lips before snuggling into him again.
after years of uncertainty with men who had continuously taken advantage of you, this was the first time you genuinely felt seen. you were being loved in a way you didn’t think actually existed outside of books or film, but jungkook was adamant on making you believe it. to think, your quiet roommate who you found insanely attractive was the same man who was secretly in love with you was a concept unbelievable to you. but curled in his arms, you finally felt safe.
your wandering brain took place, your mouth moving before you could even stop or comprehend it.
obsessive older brother’s best friend jungkook x y/n
angst, smut, fluff, filthy fucking obsession
13k
you wish you had never moved in with your brother, but wishing did little to change your current situation. studious, y/n, who wanted nothing more than to excel in her studies and get the fuck away from her family at all given costs. they favoured him like he was a god from above, and he utterly relished in. it also meant that when you tried to move out for university, coincidentally to the same one he was attending, your parents refused unless you moved in with him.
no matter your arguments, the way you had all but pleaded fell on deaf ears. thus, you were sat in you room in your shared apartment with your older brother who was currently having the time of his life with his friends, hooting and hollering on the top of his lungs.
you knew it would be on you to apologise to your neighbours tomorrow, and he’d make no effort to clean the apartment after his wreckage. ironically, his friends were all pretty relaxed and chill but juyeon was a menace. between the constant drinking and what you assumed were drugs, he barely had time to coherently think of anything other than himself.
you put your pen down, eyes shutting tightly as you tried your hardest to focus on your revision. it was 9pm in the evening, surely he could have warned you prior to this? you had asked him multiple times throughout the week, and even gone so far as to leave a reminder of your exam in your shared calendar in the kitchen. whatever juyeon wanted, he would do and it was tiring.
you sighed loudly, groaning as another one of his loud cheers vibrated in your small room. you stood up, gathering your things before slipping on a hoodie, and grabbing your revision materials. you couldn’t stay here any longer.
slipping out of your room was easy enough, but going out undetected? no chance. you had to walk through the living room to get to the door, so you braced yourself with a frown as you slipped through.
the first to notice you was jimin, a sheepish grin forming on his face as he took you in. “fuck, were you revising y/n?”
“juyeon man, you said she was out for the night.” namjoon scowled, the boys embarrassed that they had disturbed you with their loud chatter.
juyeon rolled his eyes. “what’s the big deal? she’s leaving now anyway.”
you stole a glance at him, frown deepening with a small mutter under your breath. his blatant disrespect was jarring at best, but you could see a flicker of annoyance run through the group of boys at his flippancy.
“it’s fine, don’t worry. i’m going to go see yejin, i’ll be back in the morning.” you mumbled quietly.
you shuffled to the kitchen which connected to your living room in an open plan sort of way. you collected a water bottle, packing some little snacks for yourself as you tried to ignore the way tensions had clearly risen in the group. there was a sneaky suspicion in your heart that juyeon’s friends were tired of his selfish ways, but yet again could you blame them? he truly had little regard for anyone but himself, no doubt morphed to be this way at the hands of your parents.
your eyes flickered upwards, secretly, to land its self on the group who were now talking amongst themselves. they slowly trickled until you found your target. the object of your desires and the demanding thump in both your heart and mind. stone faced and quiet - jungkook sat at the end of the couch with a beer in hand, dressed in his usual attire of dark clothing, his eyes already trained on you.
you looked away immediately, embarrassed of being caught looking at him - your brain refused to acknowledge the fact he was watching you first.
jungkook was an enigma that had troubled you from the moment you had met him. usually quiet, and awfully mysterious, you knew enough about the tall man to know that he was everything you had ever wanted and yet could not have. he never spoke to you, but you’d always catch him looking, something you chalked to him being curious. he was an observer, and it scared you to think he could probably read you like an open book.
it wasn’t healthy, this deep, twisted obsession of yours. there were nights you couldn’t even sleep, thoughts plagued by dark hair and darker eyes, or tatted hands you could only ever wish would find their home between your legs. you knew jungkook was someone you wanted more than anything, but you had come to the conclusion that he unfortunately just couldn’t be yours.
if only you knew how deep his own infatuation ran for you.
he didn’t like juyeon. quite frankly, he couldn’t stand the boy - he found him to be impish in the worst ways possible, rude and selfish. his blatant disregard towards you and your feelings was something that enraged him beyond belief, something he never truly understood until he once had come home with him for christmas only to find your parents babying him like no other. though you weren’t present that year, for reasons he couldn’t figure out, it took no genius to come to the conclusion that you did not receive the same treatment.
your lips, eyes and pretty face were enough to drive him insane. you were extremely quiet, to a fault to others but to him? you were perfection reborn, there was little you could do without it being deemed a masterpiece. he’d often come over with the boys who he adored simply for a promised glance at you, agreeing to grab something from juyeon’s bedroom with the mere understanding that he would get to walk past your own, being hit with a tidal wave of your perfume.
but it was your laugh that truly unraveled him. he’d heard it for the first time when you were sat in the university canteen, sat beside your friend yejin who was telling you a funny story. you had tipped your head back and laughed so freely that he was enamoured, he’d never seen you so loud, so unashamed to be heard.
he was desperate to claim you as his own, to hold you and smother you with his disgustingly obsessive love until you too felt the same way as he did. he knew his feelings for you were perhaps unnatural, too deep to be considered normal or even too passionate to be deemed sane. he didn’t care. you were his, you just didn’t know it yet.
jungkook watched as you packed your bag, hobi frowning again at the sight of you being dispelled from you home. “hey, y/n.” he called, getting up. “we don’t mind leaving, your brother might be a prick but we’re happy to go so you can study.”
a little, faint grin formed at your lips at the sound of your brother being insulted. juyeon scowled again, shaking his head. “she’s already going, why are you all so bothered? leave already.” he grumbled at you.
you rolled your eyes before grabbing your keys. “thank you, hoseok. don’t worry, but that’s sweet of you.”
jungkook’s jaw clenched tightly at the sight of your brother openly dismissing you. he wanted no more than to plow him to an inch of his life for even thinking negatively about you, but he knew that wouldn’t be something you wanted. he thought of you first, always.
you took a peek at the tatted man once more, eyes trailing over the slope of his nose and narrowed eyes, tense jaw and parted lips. god, those lips. with your eyes shutting tightly momentarily, you walked out of the apartment to do the small walk to yejin’s, cheeks flushed and heart pumping.
he was ruining you from the inside out and had no idea. little did you know, his heart was bursting out of his chest at the mere thought of you, sat on your couch, with clenched hands and tense shoulders.
jungkook wanted, no, needed you. and he was sick of waiting around.
——
“why do you put up with this shit?” your best friend, asked with a hiss, as she walked through your apartment two weeks later.
juyeon had decided to throw a party, on the one night that you stayed over at your friend’s, taking full advantage of the fact you weren’t home to stop him. you closed your eyes tightly, tears springing to life as you tried to control your emotions at the sight in front of you.
empty cans of beer everywhere, with rubbish in every inch of the apartment. things were moved, pushed or even broken - the state of your kitchen alone was something that made you want to burst out crying out loud. yejin noticed your reaction and immediately took your hand in hers, sighing deeply.
“call your parents. i’m packing your stuff up, i’m not letting him do this to you again.” she firmly shook her head before giving your head a little kiss and marching her way ahead.
you took a few deep breaths, both in and out, hands shaking as you found more and more things that had been broken. your cute nintendo switch that you had bought as a congratulatory gift for passing your first year exams sat on the couch, demolished. you noticed a pair of your shoes half way across the room, soiled in something you didn’t even want to discuss. but worst of all, the pictures you had dotted around your living room of yourself and your friends, or sweet childhood memories, laid broken and smashed without a care in the world.
you called your mum first, biting your lip to stop the incoming tears that were fighting to be released. you were a weepy person by nature, always crying and always teary, but this - you were about to have a breakdown.
“mum?” you sniffled, once she answered the phone.
“what’s wrong, y/n?”
your relationship with your parents was an enigma. both tolerable until the conversation had anything to do with your older brother. it had been made apparent to you throughout your entire life that they never intended on a second child, they only ever wanted one boy and so you were naturally a spare - whatever juyeon did was correct, and if you had anything to say about it, quite frankly, they didn’t care. their favouritism truly knew no bounds, so much so that you didn’t bother even coming back for holidays. the worst thing is, they hardly noticed.
“juyeon..” you started, taking some audible deep breaths. “mum, he’s had a party, everything is broken, the whole place is trashed there’s..there’s liquid everywhere, and cans, and rubbish, all of our things…” you choked.
there were a few beats of silence. “have you cleaned it?” your mother simply replied.
you too take a moment to let her words sink in, your eyebrows narrowing. “mum, what? the entire place is ruined, he’s..he’s let them just come in, he hasn’t even asked me, my things are everywhere.”
“have you cleaned it?” she sternly responded, making your eyebrows furrow deeper, your frown big and head swarming.
“why should i clean it?”
“because.” she simply huffed. “he has his exams soon, so what if he’s blowing off some steam? god, don’t be so uptight, y/n.”
“mum, i have my exams too, how are you..why aren’t you saying anything? this isn’t normal, he’s wrecked our apartment and that’s supposed to be okay?”
“i’m going out for lunch with your uncle, y/n, so just tidy the place up and get over it.”
you watched as the phone call ended, tears having left your eyes involuntarily as they seeped down your face. yejin returned to the living room with a packed bag for you, grimacing. you were afraid to see what your room looked like.
“y/n, i love you so much..” she began, walking over to you and grabbing a hold of your face. “but fuck your parents and fuck that bastard brother of yours, this shit isn’t normal.” she huffed, seething at the thought of the people closest to you consistently hurting you.
you simply nodded, crying in her arms as you took a hold of some things you wanted to take with you. yejin was pretty well off, and had been begging you to move out from the second you met her. it was unfortunate that you were taking her on her offer due to such a circumstance, but you were exhausted from this all.
“let me grab your bathroom stuff, okay? just take a seat, don’t worry, we’ll get out of here.” she promised you, helping you take a seat on what seemed like the only clean part of the couch.
through another round of deep breaths and screwed eyes, you heard the door knock. you sniffled through your cries, standing up to shakily answer it whilst your best friend grimaced and gagged.
you were met face to face with namjoon, yoongi and jungkook. the former, who had been the one to knock, smiled at you before immediately frowning, a startled noise coming out of his mouth.
“what the fuck?” yoongi exclaimed, noticing the pure carnage behind you. this was enough to make you cry harder.
jungkook stood, heart pounding and hands shaking. you were crying? y/n, his y/n? it didn’t take long for him to put two and two together as you moved to the side to let them in, your eyes shutting quietly as your hands shot to cover your face.
jungkook stepped inside, after the other two, all three in utter silence. he immediately turned so he was near you, his presence alone oddly calming to your state as he took you in.
“y/n?” he softly whispered.
a tone gentler than most and certainly sweeter than he had ever been able to produce for any other person in his life, yoongi found himself doing another double take at the mere sound of it. you let your hands slip, peering up at him through reddened cheeks and teary eyes, your chest stilling slowly. he looked utterly distraught, his hands visibly shaking as they slowly reached for you.
“oh, look what the fucking cat dragged in.” yejin hissed as she came out of the bathroom, her short hair clipped. “you lot have some nerve showing up.”
“what did we do?” namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed as he grimaced at the sight of the floor, confusion littered over all three of the boys’ faces.
she scoffed. “you mean to tell me none of you knew your best friend was throwing a party and trashed the place?”
“listen, he told us he was having a gathering but we were all busy. taehyung came for like 5 minutes but juyeon was being a dick, so he left immediately.” yoongi shook his head with a furrow of his brow. “what the fuck happened?”
“what do you think?” yejin hissed again. “juyeon does whatever he wants, and it’s one thing if he wants to ruin his life, but ruining y/n’s too? i’m sick of him, and i can’t believe you guys aren’t.”
namjoon was picking up shards of glass and placing them on the table with a frown. “believe me, if any of us knew he was planning this we would have never, ever let him.” he turned to you. “i promise y/n.”
you couldn’t really think. you were so overwhelmed, all of your belongings utterly trashed whilst the infatuation of your very being stood in front of you with shaky hands and eyes that were openly trained onto you. jungkook couldn’t bring himself to look away, fingers brushing over your stomach so faintly you wondered if he was even touching you.
“don’t cry. i’ll fix this.” he promised you, quiet and as though it was for you to hear alone.
you wiped your eyes, chest heaving and breaths erratic. “promise?”
“promise you, i’ll handle it.”
yejin could hardly believe what she was seeing, but considering it was evidently giving you comfort, she let it slide without comment. she sighed loudly as she looked to the other boys.
“fine, you can both at least help then. can you take this stuff to my car, here are my keys.” she handed them over to namjoon. “and can you just help me go into y/n’s bedroom? there’s a guy on her bed and i don’t want to go in alone again.” she grimaced to yoongi who nodded immediately, puffing his chest a little.
she turned to jungkook. “and you. you just..continue.”
he acknowledged her with a brief look before returning his attention to you. you looked so small and vulnerable and it was making him angry - how could your brother do this to you? jungkook didn’t like him much at all, but this? this felt enough to fuck him up, easy.
“are you staying at yejin’s?” he asked you. he was speaking to you more in this current conversation than you were sure you had conversed ever.
you sniffled, wiping your eyes again. “yeah, i think. she’s been asking me to move in with her for so long but..but my parents and..you know.” you all but whimpered, head tilting downwards.
god, his jaw was clenching. he fucking hated your family more than words could describe, but your parents were what truly disgusted him. he had spent that christmas over at your house and yet not a mention of you, not a picture nor any inkling that you even existed - these weren’t people worthy of his respect and certainly not your love.
“i’ll handle this, y/n. okay? don’t need to cry, and definitely don’t need to stress.” he assured, his fingers by his side but he longed to touch you. to caress your face and bring you in intimately.
“why would you do that?” you asked, breathing slowly but surely getting better. “you know how he is, he won’t speak to you again.”
jungkook’s eyes narrowed, alongside his eyebrows. “do you really think i have him in my life for his friendship?”
it was your turn for your eyebrows to furrow. “then what other reason would you tolerate all of his shit?”
it was then when you could see a shift in jungkook. the sweet tone he had been using with you shifted to his very being, his lips parting and his eyes searching yours. he opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself and for a rare moment, you noticed he hesitated, eyes flicking downwards before meeting your gaze again.
“surely…surely you must know.” he whispered, gently. softly. desperately.
before you could even respond, namjoon came back into the apartment with a grimace as the scent hit him once more. yejin and yoongi grumbled as they came back into the living room, making you step away from jungkook with a deeper flush on your cheeks. you hadn’t even noticed how close you were getting to each other, but the sudden realisation of everything was becoming too much.
despite everything, it was the protectiveness shown by jungkook that was shaking you. you couldn’t think, not when he was like this, not when you were experiencing him for the first time - it was both longing and primal need that made you want to desperately grab him and ask him to explain but it was the overwhelming sense of exhaustion that kept you grounded.
“come on, pretty flower, let’s get you settled into my place.” yejin practically cooed at you, taking a hold of your hand as she pulled the final bag over her shoulder containing a few intact clothes.
“we’ll handle everything here.” yoongi assured, giving you a nod.
you simply nodded back, taking yejin’s hand as you followed her, eyes drifting to jungkook momentarily.
“everything.” he promised, again.
——
the next few days were easily some of the worst of your life. the constant berating from both of your parents, with your father calling multiple times to demean and belittle you over his prized son. the sheer amount of tears that were shed in yejin’s arms were enough for the already angry girl to ready herself to kill your brother.
today was the first time you were leaving the house, after much persuading from your best friend to finally get some fresh air. you knew that to some it was ridiculous to be this upset over material objects, but your clothes carried memories, the pictures around your apartment were nostalgic reminders of joy and frankly, your 4 walls a home.
knowing your brother had carelessly done what he had done without even so much of a message of apology hurt even more, followed with the cruel treatment of your parents? this all felt like a goodbye, a painful and cruel prolonged one at that.
so you walked, quietly, with your head down in a hoodie and leggings as you headed towards your local coffee shop. you weren’t too sure about what you were going to do with your afternoon but you figured a drink would help at the very least. lord knew you deserved one.
the bell above the door jingled as you walked in, under-eyes slightly sunken and redness occupying the space around it, a blaring indicator of your mental state. you queued up in the far too long line, letting your thoughts drip away.
regardless of how distraught you felt, you also couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of confusion at the thought of jungkook. he had spoken to you, so candidly, so clearly - more than every conversation in the fruition of your relationship. his promise to you was something you understood to be a simple act of reassurance, but you had no idea how severely he meant it.
his mere presence was comfort in a bottle, and it unnerved you. the object of your desires and the thump in your heart, it was ridiculous how even in moments like this, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about much else other than his scent of pine and smoke.
you were pulled out of your gaze as you realised it was your turn to order, to which you did, slowly pulling out your bank card. before you could even tap the little plastic, you watched as a hand darted out from behind you, handing over cash to which the cashier heartily accepted.
those tattoos, the vein running from the bottom of the hand to the arm - you’d recognise it anywhere. you had memorised it enough from afar. your heart was beating so fast so suddenly, and you shuffled to the side to allow another customer to order before turning around.
black attire as per usual, jungkook stood in front of you, eyes heavy as they roamed over every inch of you. his eyes flickered up again to meet your gaze, strong and defiant as your hands began to shake gently.
“you didn’t have to do that.” you whispered, voice tired and croaky from days of using it merely to cry.
he didn’t respond. he simply clenched his jaw slightly in response before moving past you, fingers gently brushing against your hip as a means to ask you to follow him. you did, of course.
he brought you to a quiet table, window seat, right in the corner of the cafe, hidden away from wandering eyes. he stood in front of you, pushing you towards the comfortable seat to which you found yourself plopping in. your brain was whizzing at a thousand miles per hour and yet the only thing you could make out was jungkook. him. him. him.
he walked over to the cashier and grabbed your prepared drink before seating himself in front of you. hungry eyes draped all over him, his broad shoulders that restricted the view of you to anyone else and the way his hair looked slightly messier than usual. you noticed a slight bruise on the tops of his cheek.
“drink.” he murmured, voice akin to gravel as he pushed your iced coffee towards you.
with shaking hands, you did exactly that, feeling his eyes heavy on you.
“what happened to your cheek?” you asked, quiet and curious.
he didn’t bother responding, simply looking away with a clench of his jaw. you tilted your head in response, he was acting odd, and though you hardly had an established relationship, his mannerisms were familiar enough to you that you understood him to be different at this very moment.
“jungkook?” you pushed again with confused eyes.
the lack of a response was making you agitated, especially once his dark eyes sat back on you and simply began exploring. your eyes, to your nose and lips, jaw, cheeks and hair. the older man had no qualms about doing what he wanted, and he was showing it.
your eyebrows furrowed, annoyance seeping into your bones at the lack of responses. if he wasn’t going to speak to you, why would he have sat down here? a little huff left you as you began to stand, only for him to lazily look up once more. “sit down.”
“no.” you huffed again. “usually when someone asks you a question, you respond.”
“you won’t like the answer.” he lazily responded, grabbing your drink and taking a sip, lips wrapping around the same straw you used. “this tastes like shit.”
your eyebrows furrowed even more, hand darting to take your drink back and sipping again for good measure. the warped, feral being in your brain was screaming at the thought of indirectly touching jungkook’s lips but even you drew a line somewhere.
“why won’t i like it? also shut up, it’s yummy.”
his lips lifted at the corners. “i handled it.”
you sat back down without thinking. handled it? “what?”
he didn’t push, simply tapped his fingers against the table whilst looking back at you. eye contact was difficult to maintain when the object of your affections sat so leisurely in front of you, a setting that most certainly was unheard of for the both of you.
“have you been sleeping?”
“jungkook, what do you mean you handled it?” you ignored his question. of course you hadn’t slept.
“why aren’t you sleeping? have your parents said something to you?” he asked with a sudden scowl. “or juyeon?”
“are you seriously going to ignore all of my questions and ask me new ones?”
“mine are more important.” he murmured, darting for your drink again, despite the straw being lightly trapped between your lips. you watched as he took a sip anyway, eyes never leaving yours.
you swore you stopped breathing for a moment, blinking rapidly. “my dad called..”
“hm?” he pushed. “what did he say?”
you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, eyes glazing over almost immediately with memories of the absolute disgust he had thrown at you. you couldn’t believe how cruel he had been, backed by your mother of course, despite the situation at hand leaving you a victim.
jungkook noticed the way your eyes began to gloss, and your bottom lip began to quiver slightly. “y/n?” he murmured, so quiet and only for you to hear.
“said that i was stupid..” you whispered back. “that he’d never forgive me for stressing juyeon out during exam season and that i’m a horrible daughter and sister…”
your hands were shaking again. he pushed the drink back so you would have something to hold onto. he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he was sure if you understood the true gravity of his obsession, you’d run. if only he knew how desperately you reciprocated.
you were pulled out of your trance from the sound of a scoff, before jungkook kissed his teeth. “fucking idiots.” he all but hissed, running a hand through his hair. his bruise looked so purple, you longed to touch it, press into it even until he winced. you wanted him to react to your touch.
you didn’t respond, perhaps unsure, simply taking another sip from the now shared drink. the straw was the only thing that had separated your lips, a level of intimacy that was pounding at your heart whilst your brain was left muddled in emotion you couldn’t decipher.
“why won’t you tell me what happened to your cheek?” you murmured, half through the turmoil you were just discussing and half warped curiosity. it wouldn’t go away, not until it was satiated.
jungkook’s lips curved upwards slightly. “curiosity killed the cat.”
your eyes narrowed. “satisfaction brought it back.”
“then someone ran it over.”
“jungkook.” you hissed, eyes narrowing deeper. “are you hiding something?”
he pulled the drink towards himself again, taking another sip though you watched the way his tongue wrapped around the straw first, as though he was savouring the taste. the sight made your stomach explode.
“this drink is disgusting.” he muttered making you huff and reach for it. “it’s not for you.” you rebutted. “stop ignoring my question or i’m gonna leave, seriously.”
“why would i tell you the answer if i know it would upset you?” he hummed in response, eyebrow tilting upwards slightly.
you faltered. “why wouldn’t i like it?”
“maybe i should take you home.” he continued. “need to make sure you rest a little, need to stop worrying your head.”
he was exasperating, at every angle. it was annoyance at its finest, and you craved more. you wanted him inside your bloodstream, inside every crevice of your brain but that was hardly something you could convey over natural conversation - it was completely lost on you, however, how deeply your feelings resonated with him. reciprocation was too small a word for what he felt, but again, this would have to wait.
“why won’t you tell me?” you frowned, whispering a little after a moments silence. “i don’t want anything hidden from me, i don’t care if i don’t like it, i want to know.”
jungkook stared at you for a moment, before he rolled his shoulders, hands stretching out onto the table you both shared. his fingers curled, stretching for a second, brushing against yours against your drink. it was like he was allowing himself for one moment of peace.
“i beat your brother up.” he plainly responded with, eyes meeting yours starkly.
you faltered.
“what?”
he didn’t respond, simply stared at you. you stared back, chest rising and falling and heart beating way too fast.
“what..what do you mean?”
“i broke his nose and his jaw. probably why he hasn’t spoken to you yet.” he murmured, as though it was casual. “been hiding out in the apartment, maybe he’s gone home, i don’t know.”
you blinked up at the tall man. and again. and again. you were at a loss, you knew you should have been horrified, scared even, considering the purple bruise on his face and given the bruising you now noticed on his knuckles. unfortunately for logic and ethics, you did not.
“why?” you whispered out, lips parting. you both knew, of course you did, but you wanted to hear it. wanted to form a tangible confirmation.
jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly before he closed them for a moment, eye contact returning stronger than before. “i don’t like seeing you cry.”
you gulped at that. your leg was bouncing up and down underneath the table, an anxious tic as you absorbed this information. broken nose and jaw? that made you more at peace than you could have ever wished for, a taste of justice.
you weren’t sure what to respond with, but he knew that. jungkook rose from his seat, watching as you scrambled to do the same before he led you slowly outside. you were both silent, quiet as he opened his car door for you and let you inside comfortably before getting in himself.
plush seats and dark interior, even his car was every bit of his brooding personality and the thought unfortunately made both your stomach erupt and your thighs push together a little tighter.
you watched from the corner of your eye as his hand sat on the steering wheel with ease, his jaw slightly clenched. your hands were slightly shaky in your lap, yearning to reach over and claim his own for yourself but of course, how could you?
the silence in the car was deafening, the sound of your heart beating overriding any other thing at that very moment. you didn’t live far, and so the journey was pretty short as he parked outside of yejin’s home which ironically only sat a few streets away from his shared house with namjoon and jimin.
you turned to him, nibbling on your bottom lip as he parked the car. you weren’t sure of what to say or what to do, what was appropriate and what wasn’t? it felt like your relationship had shifted entirely from the span of a few days, touches and conversation, heated topics and now a defence of justice in your honour. you’d never ever wanted him more.
“head inside.” he softly pulled you out of your trance, eyes falling onto you.
he was enamoured by you. could barely think whilst on the road, but his pledge to your safety seemed a higher priority. even now, soft lips and big eyes staring up at him, he wanted to grab you in every way and sink promises into your skin, show you exactly what he thought and what he wanted. he couldn’t bring himself to hope you thought the same, he was content in your shadow.
you nodded, eyes running over every inch of his face. fingers slowly scrambling to release your seatbelt as you turned to slip out of the car, opening the door. you weren’t sure what compelled you, or what force of power rushed through your body, but you instead turned to face him once more.
jungkook’s face didn’t falter although his eyebrows raised slightly in confusion before he watched you lean towards him, faces mere inches away from each other. he watched as your breath hitched, through a moments hesitancy before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“thank you.” you whispered against his skin, heart beating out of your chest as you pulled away to make eye contact.
his eyes were wide and his lips parted. for the first time in your entire life, you had seen genuine shock on his face.
you pulled away with a deep blush beginning to form, grabbing your bag once more. he watched as you all but hobbled your way back into the apartment, heart beating and a matching flush on his cheeks.
“fuck.” he whispered.
———
this was an awful idea. terrible even, but what were bad decisions to a recently estranged young adult in uni?
donned in dark lace, your too short dress rid up slightly as you walked into the club, hand in hand with yejin who was already feeling slightly tipsy from your pregame. you hadn’t been out in months, and it was now months since juyeon had majorly fucked you over, marking the longest period of silence from you and your family. you wished you were upset, but instead, you were left with a feeling of calm. it almost felt worse.
it had also been nearly two months since you last spoke to, or saw jungkook. it felt like he had disappeared from the face of the earth. you hadn’t seen him beside his friends like you usually would whenever you’d pass them in uni, with no promised glimpses now your brother was out of your life. it unnerved you; the object of your desires suddenly ripped from you when you had just reached an odd reprise.
“listen. we are going to get drunk, find two cute guys, lead them on, and forget about it all in the morning.” yejin giggled in your ear as you both reached the bar, the two of you excited for the night ahead.
you grinned. “yeah well, there are already guys with their eye on you so we’ll be flying through your checklist.”
“hm. not my type.” she hummed, as she looked behind her. “oh?” you challenged. “does that have anything to do with a certain guy? tall, quiet, mysterious?” you teased, finger jabbing her hip as you brought up her crush on yoongi.
“god, i’d ruin his fucking life.” she groaned. “one chance and i swear i’d make it worthwhile.”
the majority of the night was spent having fun, being careless, dancing within a crowd of sweaty people, hands touching bodies and drinks burning throats. it was everything you needed, to forget and to live. you finally felt like a twenty something year old, finally being able to live the life of regrets - experiences you were owed by your university time.
you were drunk. not sloppy, but enough that your confidence was higher than usual, and the men here simply weren’t doing what you wanted. a few had slipped their arms around your waist, one had pinched and the others had grabbed, but you felt nothing towards them and it frustrated you.
“yujie..” you whined, pulling your friend outside for a bit of fresh air, slightly shaky on your heels.
she groaned as the cold air hit her in the face. “is it me or is everything moving rapidly?” she asked you, with narrowed eyebrows.
you all but giggled, your back hitting cold brick as you guys huddled together, trying to sober up a little.
it wasn’t long until a few guys approached you both, with one slinging his arm over your shoulder. neither of you were really that interested in any of them, but in the name of a good night; you were engaging as much as you wanted to.
“want a drag?” the one closest to you asked, as he pulled out a blunt.
you hesitated. it wasn’t that you were innocent by any means, but you had never really reached for things like that. you barely drank unless you went out, so it felt much deeper in that moment than perhaps intended. you reached for it, eyes slightly glazed over from the alcohol, but you didn’t make it far.
“not too much, sweetheart.” a familiar teasing tone jutted out from your right, as a hand cheekily tapped the top of yours.
your eyes flicked to meet that of jimin’s, big grin and sparkly eyes staring back at you as he stole the guy’s blunt, lighting it for himself despite his protests. “leave you alone for a few weeks and you’re already making poor decisions? not a good look.”
yejin all but spluttered. “what the fuck is happening right now..”
“oh hi.” jin grinned out, as he appeared from behind jimin, the other boys following suit. yoongi openly ran his eyes up and down yejin, to which she shamelessly did the same, scooting closer and closer to him.
“i can do what i want.” you murmured, feeling a little humiliated that you were caught being rebellious for once.
“yeah, in theory, but now that i’m your big brother, that’s a no go.” he teased again, arm draped over your shoulders, shooing the random men away who were just as flabbergasted.
your eyebrows furrowed. “who made you my sibling?”
he giggled, clearly already a few drinks in. “me. as of 30 seconds ago.”
you rolled your eyes, grumbling up at him a little as your eyes scanned the group. you deflated visibly at the sight of no jungkook, unsure of how to even bring up his notable absence.
was he ignoring you? had you done something to upset him, or worse, offend? you weren’t sure what it could have been, but the ever perceptive hoseok noticed your lingering eyes.
“he didn’t want to come.” he quietly murmured next to you, offering you a little repose from the loud chatter now happening around you. “he’s been keeping to himself recently as a whole.”
you nodded, throat suddenly lumpy as your chest tightened. it felt like a confirmation, surely it was no coincidence that you had gotten to an understanding, something that indicated that you both perhaps felt something deeper than either was ready to explain, only to him to go silent on you. this was jungkook, always quiet, always purposeful - you just never expected to be the one on the other side dealing with it.
your mood soured, you didn’t really feel like being out anymore but, again, you didn’t want anyone to notice. hoseok’s had slipped away from the group, phone to his ear for no longer than 30 seconds, before returning, everyone heading back inside.
you sat at the booth, quiet, sipping your drink one of the boys had so kindly gotten you. namjoon sat beside you, hoseok next to him and yejin and yoongi on your left. it felt strange being around your brother’s once friends so casually, and it almost felt stranger that they felt such a strong sense of duty towards you. you understood it to some extent, having jungkook’s explanation although that felt anything but brotherly.
you shook your head slightly, pushing all thoughts of your family and the boy you were utterly obsessed with out of your mind as the people around you got rowdier, and more excited as the drinks began to pump.
15 minutes had passed, trickling by in what felt like seconds as you and yejin got up to dance once more. you were going to have a good night by force, and the absence of jungkook couldn’t disturb you. you wouldn’t let it.
grinding and hands roaming your body, you couldn’t help the giggles that were escaping you as your head felt like it was up in the clouds. the drinks, the environment, the thump of the music - you and your best friend felt alive and that’s all that mattered.
you noticed yejin being pulled away by yoongi, who matched her tipsy state, the two wrapping their arms around one another whilst they all but consumed one another. you could feel hands grabbing your hips from behind, one hand even trailing to your stomach and gently pushing you back until you were fully flushed against a hard chest.
your gasp was swallowed by the music, the scent of pine and the warmth that suddenly cascaded around you was enough to ground you to that very moment. you wanted to turn around, inspect who had managed to make your heart race from a simple touch but one look down at the tattooed fingers touching you, you already knew the answer.
airy breaths began leaving your lips, your heart beating fast and your own fingers delicately tracing his whilst he manoeuvred you from the dance floor, until he was guiding you to a quieter part of the club, just shy of the bathrooms. before you could turn around yourself, you were deposited into a corner and turned, coming face to face with no other than the exact man that had been on your mind the entire night.
jungkook looked angry, with a tense jaw and hooded eyes. attractive, painfully so - you wanted to run your fingers over his jaw. would he let you, you wondered, or would he push you away?
your lips parted slightly, watching his eyes flicker downwards to watch them intently. “you look mad.” you drawled out, his hands still stabilising you by your hips whilst your fingers traced over them and his arms.
if anyone were to walk past and look at you both, you were completely hidden behind the expanse of his back and shoulders. the thought made you throb, your infatuation for him felt sickening and yet you could feel it growing by the minute.
“you were going to take drugs? do you know how stupid that is, you don’t even know the people who offered it.” he all but growled out.
this was the most volatile emotion you’d ever seen him display, the way his eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw tight - you longed to see more of it.
“what’s it to you?” you hummed out, the loud music merely background noise from the area you were in. “you’ve been ignoring me, didn’t think you’d care.”
“y/n, i’m not fucking around.” he hissed. “people lace shit like that, you could have been spiked or taken advantage of. do you know how many bad men stay around here?”
“like you?” you asked. you were teasing him, drawling your voice whilst your fingers faintly caressed his arms, up and down. his throat bobbed, only slightly and only for a second but it was enough to catch your attention. bingo.
he knew what you were doing too, he was no idiot. he was at home, thoughts plagued by you as per usual when hoseok rang him. annoyance ran high through his body as he answered until he understood the purpose of the call.
“i’m not in the mood to party, hobi.” jungkook reiterated.
“y/n’s here. her and her friend, and she was about to smoke a blunt from some random guy…”
the older man was saying something else but he could hardly hear him, feeling anger bubble at the bottom of his stomach at the mere thought of another man looking at you with no intention other than to corrupt you. it was this exact anger that fuelled him to end the call and head down to the club himself.
he found you almost immediately, not that it was hard. it was like someone high above was trying to ruin his life, with the way you were with yejin; swaying your hips with hands all over you. your dress was so short, he knew that one wrong move and he’d be able to see every inch of your panties.
jungkook moved before he could think, pushing people away without a care - he welcomed anyone to challenge him, he insisted. by the time he reached you, he all but ripped the man behind you away before grabbing you, making sure his tight grip on you was secure before leading you away. the scent of purple florals were marinated into your skin, he couldn’t help but breathe it in as he took you elsewhere.
so here he stood, in front of the object of his wildest infatuations as you teased him to an inch of his life. “you think i’m a bad man?”
“aren’t you?” you asked, tilt to your head.
you couldn’t help but raise your fingers, trailing them faintly over this tense jaw. he let you, much to your surprise. “i’m taking you home.”
it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, your fingers dropping from his jaw although not too far. his hand shot up to catch it, gently placing it back - the action made your stomach drop. a confirmation of some kind.
you were startled, unsure of how to respond before he took your other hand, clearly about to take you out of the club. “no, i’m not going.”
his eyes narrowed.
“you’re drunk.”
“i’m barely tipsy, common occurrence for a club.”
“y/n. i’m taking you home.” he grumbled, stepping back into your personal space. you were against the wall again, his shielding you from any prying eyes that were walking past.
you huffed, yanking your hand out of his grip before crossing your arms like a child. “you’re ruining my plans, jungkook.”
“yeah? enlighten me, what are your plans?”
that condescending tone was enough to have you seething, but unfortunately for you, it had you pressing your legs together too at a weak attempt to relax the throbbing in your core. you hated how badly you wanted him, how badly your body reacted to his tone.
“to relax, get drunk out of my mind, make bad decisions, find someone to go home with and then forget about it the next day.” you huffed, again. “now go away because you’re ruining them.”
the single mention of you leaving the club with quite literally any man other than himself had him seeing pure red, and judging from the look on his face, even you recognised it was something he absolutely would never allow for. another step towards you was taken, forcing you to press against the wall properly now.
“and who the fuck will you be going home with?”
you wished your stomach would stop fluttering at the sight of his possessiveness. you wanted to fuel it, to poke it until it engulfed you - you thrived knowing he was openly reacting to you.
“does it matter?”
“yeah it fucking does.” he hissed, hands pushing your hips so they were all but pressed against the wall. he was so close to you know, pinning you, your bodies mere centimetres apart.
your throat bobbed. “you’re not my brother, jungkook, you don’t get to make decisions for me.”
to that, he finally took the final step, his chest pressing against yours, his wide shoulders caging you in entirely. two bodies pressing against one another so tightly.
“if you genuinely think you aren’t mine, then you need to wake up, y/n.” he warned, voice heavy in aggravation.
your legs felt like they were about to give out, and you couldn’t help from holding onto his arms almost desperately. jungkook was openly telling you his role in your life, or more importantly, yours in his and it was enough to make every thought in your brain shatter.
he was beyond a crush to you. you thought of him constantly, fingers twitching and mouth watering - the mystery behind his persona and the quiet nature in which he carried was something that drove you insane. to hear the very cause of your infatuation openly tell you he had ownership, a medieval claim over you, felt euphoric. you didn’t care how toxic it was, because you felt the exact same.
jungkook looked down at you, his hands shaking slightly as his grip on your waist grew harsher. he couldn’t look away, eyes connected with yours, whilst he watched the very emotion that plagued him every moment of each day mirror in your own gaze. he could see the obsession, could see the sick fucking infatuation clear as day and for once, he revelled in it. you were just as fucked for him as he was for you, although he’d argue he was practically on his knees for you.
he knew you were egging on him on, relishing in the anger he was displaying so openly and it only motivated him more. he knew the bruising grip on your hips served as a physical anchor, but the way your eyes glazed over with his words made him want to ruin you there and then.
“prove it.” you managed to whisper out.
a moment of silence was shared between you, neither of you breathing for a brief second. before you could blink, jungkook smashed his lips onto yours.
immediately your lips moved in unison, bruising and punishing. there was nothing gentle about this; this was months and years of obsession flooded into a single action. jungkook was kissing you like a man starved, pushing you tightly against him whilst he pressed you into the wall, your bodies brushed into each other in every aspect.
your hands fisted into his top, feeling the skin beneath with fabric acting as a barrier. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming his stake, dominating you - the music in the club was nothing more than a distant memory, your breathy moans becoming the background noise to the kiss.
by the time he was pulling away, you were both breathless, eyes wild and lips swollen. your chest was rising and falling, unable to comprehend what had just happened whilst his eyes closed for a moment. you both stood in silence for a few seconds before you pulled him back in, leaving small pecks on his lips as a bid to lay your stake too. he was just as much yours as you were his, and you weren’t about to let him forget it.
your moans were quiet and airy, driving him insane. he bumped your nose with his own whilst your breaths mingled, eyes hooded. “do you know how long i’ve wanted to do that?”
your nodded eyes had fallen to his lips, desperate to kiss him again before they met his gaze again. “how long?” you whispered, you wanted to know every detail.
“from the fucking second i met you.” he grunted. “you’ve been mine from the day you walked into my life, and i don’t give a fuck what anyone has to say for it.”
your eyes shut in response, letting out a shaky breath before nodding. your hands were curling over his t-shirt again.
“you’re mine too.” you murmured, noses still bumping against each other. he shuddered slightly, your words running through every inch of his body. “yours.”
people were walking past you both now, tipsy and drunk on their way to the bathroom and yet neither of you made any effort to move. you both chose to continue kissing, your mouths moving in harmony as though this was all meant to be. after what felt like eons, everything was finally falling into place. it all made sense.
the feel of your hips bucking into his were enough to drive him clinically insane. his touch was rough, dominating - there was no gentleness to the way he was running his hands all over you, only intention.
“i’m taking you home.” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, staring you down intensely.
you gulped. “no.” you shook your head. “then you’re gonna leave.”
he watched as you clutched his t-shirt again, wrinkles creasing into every line and ridge. “do you want me to stay?”
you nodded before you could even fully process his words - now that you’d had a taste of him, surely he couldn’t expect you to want otherwise?
he nodded in confirmation, a determination set on his face before he pulled away. a slight gasp of air left you at the sudden feeling of emptiness, his body no longer pressed against you in every way. the absence was momentary as he took hold of one of your hands, pulling you close before guiding you outside.
you both walked past hundreds of people, the music pounding and the smell of alcohol littered in the air. at one point, you even noticed yejin sat on yoongi’s lap near the bar, the two kissing as though no one was around them, the other boys doing heaven knows what.
it felt like everything was moving so fast. you were both suddenly in an uber, his hands hot and heavy on your upper thigh whilst your hands clutched his arm to you. you couldn’t believe this was happening, brain short circuiting.
by the time you got your bearings, you realised pretty quickly that you weren’t headed to your home, but rather his. you’d never seen it, nor even heard anything about it, the man beside you an utter mystery that you longed to unravel. the thought made your stomach clench, you knew if he was taking you to his place it was an act purposefully done - he was sending you a message to show you he had no intentions of leaving. this was it.
soon enough, you were inside his apartment. he stood behind you as you took your heels off, your height dropping dramatically whilst your eyes examined every part of his home. dark furnitures and shadows everywhere you looked, it was every thing you imagined it to be.
jungkook watched you, in genuine awe of the way you moved. the way your hands graced the walls, fingers touching his couch faintly, your presence around the silence of his home being more dream adjacent than anything else.
“smells like you.” you whispered, unsure if he could even hear you.
he didn’t respond, opting to walk towards you slowly. you had your back to him still but Your senses felt heightened, you could feel his heat before he even spoke.
“i like it.” you continued, eyes fluttering shut. “makes me feel safe.”
“you are safe.” he affirmed immediately. when did his voice get so gruff?
his fingers reached for the back of your dress, faintly touching and tracing your lines. “you’re not good for my brain.”
“i know.” he whispered, warmth encompassing all of you. “but i’m selfish, i’ve stayed away for too long.”
your eyes tightened before turning around to face him. “don’t want you to stay away. want you so badly, you’re always in my head..” you whimpered as though even recollecting a time where he was too far and yet so close held pain.
he let out a shaky breath of air, your confession driving him insane. “fuck.” he whispered, hands slightly shaking. to bare his obsession in front of you so openly was like asking him to show you the darkest parts of his soul - knowing it was reciprocated? it felt like feeding an addict exactly what they wanted.
“you’re mine. always, always mine. no backing out, y/n, you hear me? can’t fucking run from this.”
his words were enough to make something crack inside your brain, making you lurch forward to press a bruising kiss to his lips. within seconds, he had you pressed against the very couch you were so gentle with moments before, on top of you with his body against yours.
you could feel every inch of him, and it felt euphoric. your tongues moved in unison whilst your hands roamed, tugging his t-shirt desperately in a bid to take it of. he obliged, always willing to do anything you asked of him.
in return, he was all but ripping your flimsy dress off of your body, airy gasps leaving you as you watched him roughly discard it, leaving you in nothing other than your panties. your intention for the night was to leave with someone but you thanked your lucky stars that you were wearing your best panties, a black lacy pair - jungkook’s favourite colour.
he shuddered at the sight, your bare body curved upwards as though it belonged to him. he maintained eye contact with you, letting his hands trail over you before his fingers made direct contact with your core.
within seconds, they were pushed to the side whilst he began rubbing at your clit, heavily breathing. your hips bucked, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “jungkook..” you moaned out.
he growled against you, his lips moving to your jaw, moving his fingers in harsh circular motions, forcing you to take every ounce of his infatuation for you. your legs were already shaking, the sudden contact against your core instantly feeling like too much.
within seconds, his other hand was pushing in one of his thick fingers, pumping it at a brutal pace whilst his thumb remained on your clit.
“fuck, look at you. such a pretty little pussy, made to be ruined by me, hm?” he hissed out at you whilst you shook in his arms. “dreamt of this so many times.”
you whimpered up at him so loudly that he could have cum in his pants there and then. you were intoxicating, his personal drug that he’d never recover from - not that he was looking to. before long, he pushed in another finger, pumping them in unison.
“feel so full..” you all but moaned out, back arching into him as you clutched his meaty bicep. “gotta loosen you up a little baby, need to be able to take my cock.” he grunted in your ear, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
you pawed at his jeans, managing to push them down to his knees, letting his cock go free. it slapped against his stomach slightly, monstrous and thick. the sight made you clench around his fingers, forcing a moan to leave him at the thought. it shot straight to his head.
“kookie, you won’t fit.” you whimpered out, his bruising pace against your pussy only growing both faster and harder whilst your own hands began pumping him.
his eyes closed shut for a second before forcing you to look at him, the eye contact both too little and yet entirely too much. “i’ll make it fit, were born for this. for me, weren’t you?”
you nodded instantly, pumping his cock faster as you felt your high approaching, your thighs trapping his hand, forcing him to snap them open again. he could tell you were about to cum, with the way your body arched and your pupils were dilating, but he wanted to push you further.
suddenly, his hand pulled away from you, fingers away from your needy pussy causing you to whimper loudly in protest. you were so close, seconds from cumming and the throbbing you were left with felt unbearable.
“you’re gonna cum on my cock, baby.” he assured you, head pressing against yours as your hands pulled away from his cock.
the couch was comfortable, but definitely not made for the fucking he was about to give you. in response to this, he picked you up with a single arm, causing you to squeak before walking to his bedroom, your arms clutched tightly around him. he was so much bigger than you, so strong and manly - it made you clench around nothing miserably.
he dropped you on the bed as though you weighed nothing, climbing over you once more before capturing your lips. a bruising embrace, through breathy moans and desperate tugs of hair - the two of you were enamoured by one another.
he pulled back slightly, breathing heavy, watching how your legs wrapped around his waist beneath him. “fuck, don’t have any condoms baby.”
“good.” your response came, legs spreading a little so he can slot himself between them properly. “i want you to cum in me.”
jungkook felt like his entire body was on fire, your words driving him to a point where he had no other purpose than to ruin you forever. mould you until you were just as fucked up as he was, although he had the sense that you matched him equally.
he didn’t respond immediately, simply began tracing your pussy with the head of his cock. it was so big, girthy and long, your hips bucking every time it caught on your sensitive clit. soon enough, he was pushing it in, your pussy accommodating his size inch by inch.
you were breathing heavily, the stretch proving to be bigger than anything you’d ever taken and yet you wanted more, you wanted all of him inside. he had only pushed in half way by the time your body was shaking, chanting his name like an omen.
“cmon baby, you can do better than that.” he teased in your ear, despite the fact he was fighting every cell in his body not to cum immediately.
he caught the familiar sheen of tears in your eyes and it made him push in another inch, in hopes to see more. to think he beat your brother to an inch of his life for making you cry and yet here he was, hovering over you and bullying his cock inside in hopes you’d shed a tear for him too.
“jungkook. you’re so..fuck, you’re too much.” you whimpered. you were on your back, legs pulled up and around him whilst he was on his knees, hands clutching either side of your hips. you were both watching the slight bulge form on your stomach, the sight better than anything else you’d ever seen.
“gotta take it for me, y/n.” he cooed at you, his voice soft but actions anything but. he was being condescending on purpose and it was driving you insane. “need to cum in you, remember? spread your legs.”
you did exactly that, tears running down your face as he managed to fully push in, his cock buried tightly against you. it felt like nothing you’d ever experienced before, this sudden feeling of complete fullness. despite the pain, the pleasure was beyond anything - it was running through every inch of your body and you wanted so much more of it, feeling the familiar pressure in your stomach again.
“fuck me, kookie. please.”
he didn’t need any other encouragements, grabbing the back of your legs and beginning his bruising pace. hard and fast, neither of you wanted this to be gentle or soft, this was beyond any of that. it was the final confirmation you needed - the feelings between you weren’t pure, nor were they of traditional love. it was beyond that, something sick and twisted that managed to capture your very veins.
“wish you knew how badly i’ve needed this.” he began, pushing your legs so they were in the air whilst he leaned in close to your face, your breaths mangled. “walking past me all of the time in your short little skirts and those tight leggings, fuck. knew you were mine then, didn’t wanna scare you.”
you shook your head through your sobs, pulling at his hair, scratching back and bucking your hips for more.
“needed you, kookie. touch myself every night pretending it’s you.” you admitted, bearing the sickness of your soul to him. “thinking about all the ways you could ruin me, wanted you so so bad but thought you didn’t notice.”
he growled out loud, voice loud and almost angry. his pace was punishing, his fingers rubbing your clit whilst he fucked you. “should have had you move in here, would have shown you how much i want you baby, should’ve made you go to bed every night with a pussy full of my cum.”
your back arched. his words were hitting a part of your brain that was left neglected for too long. he was both your safety and security, whilst actively being the very bogey man so many had warned you about. there was nothing soft about him, he was carved from stone with every intention to claim his stake and yet you felt safer than you’d ever felt a day in your life.
“look at me.” he pushed, your nose brushing against his. you obliged, doing exactly that, the two of you watching the effects you had on one another.
“i love you.” he whispered, so quiet you weren’t sure if you’d even heard it until he repeated. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”
you loudly whimpered. “never going to let anyone hurt you y/n, you understand?” he grunted. you were nodding at him as he fucked you. “always gonna make sure you’re safe, won’t ever let anyone upset you again. my sweet girl, born for me.”
his words were enough to drive you over the edge, gasping out loud as you grabbed him by the shoulders. your nails were digging into his skin, drawing faint crescent lines of blood whilst he grunted out loud, joining you with his own orgasm.
jungkook fucked you both through it, the two of you shuddering whilst you rode out your highs, lips mangling with one another, stealing breathless kisses.
by the time he came to a stop, he could feel your body twitching. your pussy was throbbing around him, milking him for every possible drop, shooting sensitive sensations throughout his body. he couldn’t bring himself to pull out though, not yet.
neither of you spoke yet, too enamoured by the other. jungkook littered gentle kisses all over your face, lips soft, a complete contrast to the almost brutal fucking he had just given you. by the time your breaths had finally relaxed, you were sinking into his bed comfortably with him still inside.
“you okay?” he gently asked you. you nodded, body worn out but hands reaching up to cup his face a little. he noticed tears were still streaming down your face and it worried him - was he too rough with you? had it been too much?
“i’m so happy.” you simply replied, curling your fingers so they brushed against his cheeks. “i can’t believe you love me.”
he breathed, pushing forward so your heads were now pressed against each other. this also jostled him inside of you, making you whimper out in over sensitivity.
“i love you more than you could even comprehend, y/n. you own every inch of my heart.”
between sniffles and cuddles, you held him closer to you as you nodded. though you hadn’t reiterated the words yourself, jungkook didn’t need you to. your response was enough for him to understand you felt the exact same way. you were finally complete.
—
two months had passed since that night of confessions and love. what you and jungkook were didn’t really make sense to most people, the concept of boyfriend and girlfriend almost being laughable to either of you. it was so much more, he was your soulmate, the very blood being pumped through your heart and yet you had no way of conveying it.
you were experiencing something you had waited so patiently for and it was thrilling. yujin was probably the most excited out of everyone who found out, bouncing from foot to foot once you filled her in the next day. news travelled fast, jungkook’s friends congratulating you both, most of them queued in to his infatuation with you. even your brother ended up finding out, much to your dismay.
you hadn’t spoken to your parents in months, but your mother had text you a few days ago inviting you to a family dinner. you were a nervous wreck at the mere thought. your role in your household was that you were the spare, you had no importance and your presence wasn’t something they often required - the fact they were reaching out confused you. it was unlike them.
jungkook often came round, whether it was to drop off of food, or just to spend time with you, hold you and so forth. whenever you guys were spending the night, it was often spent at his apartment out of respect for yujin despite her openly telling you guys to stay.
you told him immediately about the text, your anxious state visible.
“what do you want to do?” he quietly asked you.
he stood, bags of takeout in hand whilst you sat at the kitchen island, your cheek pushed onto your knees, legs hugging your chest. you watched as he created a plate of chinese food for you both despite your lack of appetite, feeling the stress vibrate through you in rolls.
“i’m gonna go it’s just..haven’t seen juyeon since everything and what, we’ve spoken once? and my mum and dad went completely silent on me.” you reminded, making him nod before he sat beside you, running a hand through your hair.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to. you don’t owe them anything. you know that, right?” he placed your plate in front of you, before pressing a kiss to your nose.
you nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes. “just scared, that’s all.”
he observed you for a few seconds before he pulled you in, relaxing your legs. you were sat straddling him, with your head on his shoulder, sniffling quietly and whilst he grabbed a fork. he began feeding you, an act of quiet care whilst you took a moment of silence.
“you don’t need to be scared, sweet girl. there’s nothing they can say or do to you that matters.” he whispered down at you, voices quiet and noses bumping. he fed you some noodles. “don’t waste any tears over them.”
you nodded through your sniffles. he stroked your head, encouraging you to eat whilst whispering sweet nothings that caused you to curl further into him. your safe space, the man dedicated to making sure you stepped on only flower beds for the rest of your life.
the day of the dinner approached so fast, and yet the anxiety that had grown throughout the days prior felt genuinely debilitating. you dressed in a knee length dress, modest and polite, your hair pulled up in a little bun and your flats on your shoes. your parents liked you to dress up whenever you went home, despite juyeon showing up in whatever he wanted, not that he was ever called out on it.
jungkook was driving you there, pulling in to the outside of the home right as juyeon was walking up to the front door. you breathed deeply. the sight of him made you feel sick to your stomach, memories of what he had done so flippantly rushing back to you.
“please..please stay close.” you begged gently, your breathing shallow as your hands shook. he turned to you, pressing a kiss to your nose. “i’m gonna be outside the entire time baby. second you need me, text me okay?”
you nodded, taking in a deep breath before pressing a peck to his lips. you got out of the car, noticing juyeon’s death stare on both you and jungkook, bandages around his nose from the nose job he was still recovering from - your boyfriend must have really ruined his face.
you ignored his presence whilst you both walked inside. immediately, the difference in treatment was apparent; with your parents embracing him and planting kisses to his cheeks whilst they coldly acknowledged you. you played along, as you had done for the past two decades, before they lead you all to the dining room.
twenty minutes into the dinner and not one person had acknowledged you. the three were chatting openly, laughing and exchanging jokes as if it meant nothing to be as excited as they were whilst in your presence. you were barely eating, pushing your food around your plate before your mother spoke up.
“and you? have you passed your classes?”
you peered up, realising she was speaking to you. your eyes flickered around the table before nodding. “yeah..i got the highest grades.”
she took a sip of her wine as your dad tilted his head. “then surely you can’t have been that stressed.”
“what?” you questioned.
“all that nonsense about the flat. you made it out like juyeon had ruined your life.”
“he ruined all of my stuff.” you hissed immediately. “in the middle of the school year, including my revision material, my books, my clothes - i didn’t even have a bra for a week because of him.”
juyeon rolled his eyes. “you’re so dramatic, it was a party, y/n. what did you expect to happen?”
your anger was growing by the second, appearing out of nowhere. “you’re such a spoilt, fucking bastard. are you that dense?”
your parents gasped as though you had said the filthiest thing known to man; making you snap your eyes towards them. “watch your mouth.” your mum hissed.
“are you being serious? how are you even saying that right now?”
“and to think we thought you’d come back with some humility.” your dad scoffed.
you sat in silence for a second, looking around at the three of them in utter shock. you couldn’t believe this was real.
“some humility for what? to show up and worship the feet of your pathetic son who hasn’t been able to do one single thing right a day in his life?” you hissed, voice going up an octave. “he’s a pathetic, waste of space that i’ve had to baby for over twenty years and i’m in the wrong here?”
they were all practically vibrating in anger. “don’t bother listening to her.” your brother scoffed. “she’s a whore. couldn’t wait for my friends to notice her, bagged up the first one that glanced her way.”
you got up, lunging for him immediately. you were pulled away after managing to leave a few scratches on his face, your mother screaming whilst your dad harshly pushed you from his son. you didn’t wait around, grabbing your jacket and rushing to the front door, yanking it open.
by the time you were opening the car door to sit in jungkook’s presence, you were already open mouth crying, feeling more heartbreak in that moment than ever before.
“y/n?” jungkook was on alert, reaching for you immediately as you all but crumpled in his arms. he looked up to see juyeon staring at you both with a grimace, it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots.
he reached to leave the car, with every intention of beating him to an inch of his life but from the way you were pulling him back was the answer he needed. “please. please just get me out of here, kookie.” you begged through sobs, body shaking and makeup running.
he breathed shallowly. he couldn’t be selfish right now, as much as he wanted to watch the life leave your brother’s eyes, you were in a state that was more important. he locked in, putting your seatbelt on for you before driving at a speed that was alarming.
by the time he had you home, you were already curled in on yourself through heavy sobs. they wracked through your body whilst he carried you to your bedroom; holding you flush to his chest.
you cried all day and all night, accepting that you truly no longer had a family to go back to, the door closing on the biggest heartbreak of your life. jungkook didn’t budge once, holding you throughout the entire time, yejin coming in to comfort you also.
the weeks that followed blurred together. therapy sessions left you raw and shaking, but you went, because you knew you had to. every memory, every ugly truth about your childhood was dragged up, and it felt like you were being ripped open all over again. but you weren’t alone this time.
he sat with you, blocking their contacts on your phone for you, deleting their numbers. he helped you remove every trace of them on your phone, let you cry on his shoulder whilst he embraced you, uplifting you with every chance he got. he even returned one night with bloody fists, unaware you were in his apartment - though you didn’t ask questions, you knew where he’d been, or better yet, who he’d fucked up.
the sight broke something in you, holding him desperately after. his unwavering loyalty, his sheer infatuation with you made you feel seen, made you feel safe. jungkook was your backbone and your future - you knew it now better than ever. he’d burn the world to make sure you were warm.
at night, when he was inside you, thrusting deeply, making sure you felt his presence deep in your stomach whilst he made love to you; he whispered sweet promises against your skin. he’d tell you about his plans to marry you, give you the family you’d always craved. these weren’t hopes for the future, these were vows. a pledge to you he would die before breaking.
“my girl.” he’d whisper to you, head pressed against yours.
this was not a place for someone like you. these walls, the shabby floor, the stench of sweat, grit and grime - it welcomed all those around you and yet you stood as the only unwelcome guest, right at the heart of it all.
with jittery hands, and too large eyes, you peered around as your best friend yejin clung to your arm. the two of you looked at each other as you felt bodies press into both your front and back. you weren’t very tall at all, so your sight was being restricted and it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
“god, i’m so fucking stupid.” yejin all but hissed, eyes shutting tightly for a few seconds. “what do we do?”
your eyes skittered around, and even though you were all tightly packed, it was still easy enough to shuffle to one side, which is what you were doing. “follow me.” you whispered in her ear, taking a hold of her hand and pulling her with you as you barged, and pushed your way to the corner of the room. it was slightly elevated, and away from the centre of the room where a massive boxing ring sat, allowing you both for air and comfort.
“what is this place?” she furrowed her brows.
the two of you were wet from top to bottom, the storm outside heavy and unforgiving as you tried to navigate it best as you could. you were both on your way back from a small gathering with your friends, and it had seemed like such a warm night out that neither of you had processed the dangers of walking the 25 minute journey home. the storm erupted out of nowhere, and within seconds of comprehension, you were both dripping and desperate for shelter.
yejin noticed people walking down an alley into a building, and though it was too late to see what it was, the two of you assumed it’d be some run down bar or something. queue the both of you walking in and immediately being bombarded by the amount of people around you, being pushed into every angle and forced to assimilate into the large groups of men.
now the two of you were elevated into the corner, with clear sights of what was in front of you. you tilted your head.
“a boxing match? this late?” you asked, in genuine confusion, looking at your friend who matched your expression.
yejin’s face utterly dropped for a moment, her eyes looking past you whilst water droplets leaked from her hair. your eyebrows furrowed, looking behind you to catch the same thing she was so focused on but you couldn’t figure it out. after a few moments of looking, you saw a banner.
nothing extravagant, considering the building you were in felt physically incapable. despite its shabby nature, your eyes narrowed as you read over it, your head tilting. before the words could compute in your brain, yejin was grabbing your arm.
“fuck, y/n, we have to get out of here.” she hissed, eyes wide and already pulling you away. your feet remained rooted, eyebrows furrowing. “what? what is it?”
she couldn’t get far. the room was absolutely packed, intensely so. nothing about this felt safe, the stench of sweat and alcohol heavy in the air whilst you both found yourself scurrying back to your spot. men were looking at you both and you dreaded the feeling that was beginning to creep up your neck, eyes flickering to your friend.
“this is an underground place, one of them fighting spots that joon always talks about.” she gulped. “fuck, this is so illegal.”
your eyes matched hers in width as her words sunk in, slowly flicking to the spot she was looking at earlier. what you had missed the first time on the banner were two very clear names. the only one that jumped out to you though, was that of jeon jungkook.
anyone with half a working brain recognised the three syllable name. half muscle, the other plain dominance; jungkook was a man who was feared amongst masses. you lived in a relatively small town, where most people either knew each other or knew of one another, which created neighbourly politics. the one thing every one seemingly agreed on? the tall, tatted man was dangerous and not to be messed with.
namjoon, one of your closest friends, would talk about these fights often, about how they’d happen nearly every other night, sometimes featuring people from out of town. jungkook seemed to be a big headliner, no doubt for both his strength and talent. most people wouldn’t dare to even think about laying a finger on him, his reputation was known far and wide.
there was a simple fact well understood. jungkook was a fighter, dark and dirty - he didn’t play fair, he’d broken bones and had limbs cut out of sheer disrespect. he was a man who had seen it all and done it all.
so here you both stood, you frozen whilst your best friend clung to you, pushing you both back so you were against the wall. your spot felt secluded, most people trying to get to the ring whilst you were both at a spot where the view was slightly limited. ironically, the only people that’d be able to see you fine would be anyone in the ring.
“let’s just…let’s just wait this out, okay? we can’t get through and i don’t want to take any risks here.” you whispered into her ear, heart beating out of your chest. “we’ll wait for it to quieten down, we’ll be safe then.”
she nodded in agreement.
before anything further could be said, lights were dimming and cheers began to boom. you both jumped, holding one another a little tighter as chants became roars, men slapping their hands on any inch of the ring they could reach for whilst the stench of alcohol got stronger.
a man walked out of the corner of the room, people engulfing him immediately but he managed to get to the middle, his attire indicating clearly that he was one of the opponents. judging from the reaction of the crowd, he was not the favourite to win. this didn’t deter him though, which made your eyebrows furrow. he was big in stature and your stomach turned at the thought; you dreaded whoever was to come out next. how wrong you were.
a moment passed before another figure emerged, all muscle. broad and tall, tattoos littered over every inch of his arm and back, tight abs covered in scars and bruises whilst his shoulders sat wide. jeon jungkook appeared and the entire room fucking erupted.
your lips parted as they ran over every inch of him. messy hair that was pulled back, eyes darker than anything you’d ever seen, and considering you were on the other side of the room, you couldn’t imagine what they’d look like up close. what struck you was how handsome he was, a feign softness to his cheeks that felt so wrong, so abstract compared to the very environment you found yourself in. you couldn’t look away.
he too was being swarmed, but men knew better than to reach for him, to pull and pat like they did with the other man who was now gulping. he got up into the rink, fists already balled and ready as he looked his opponent up and down before circling the pit. jungkook’s eyes roamed the audience, feeling positively bored - tonight would be easy, too easy. the money was good but the boredom was something he couldn’t stand. he let his thoughts swarm in his head as he roamed, his eyes landing on you.
oh. oh?
what was this, and who were you?
pretty little thing holed up against the wall, eyes big and lips parted. was that fear on your face? he thought so until he looked deeper, he could see interest, although you hadn’t recognised that just yet. your hair, your lips, the sopping wet outfit you had on - you were magnificent. he was being shameless, openly looking you up and down and enjoying it very much, not that you were doing anything to stop him. no, you were matching in action.
you couldn’t stop looking at him, your mouth all but fucking watering at the mere hardness of him. you could feel your thoughts wandering, before realisation snapped at you like a cruel mistress - this wasn’t just anyone. it didn’t matter how handsome he was, this was jeon jungkook. ruthless. cruel. mean.
he could sense the shift in your stare before your gaze looked downwards, making him smirk slightly. he’d gain back your favour tonight, that much was a promise.
the fight soon began and the sight of fists pummelling forward was enough to make you gasp, yejin whimpering as she held her eyes shut. you looked away from the ring also, noticing a man in jungkook’s corner peering up at your friend in genuine curiosity. with feline like features and porcelain skin, the man looked utterly intrigued, no doubt wondering what she was doing here.
your eyes wandered from the man to the crowd, watching as they shouted and yelled like vultures. this was violent, unlike anything you’d ever seen before and you hardly noticed the fact you were both shaking. this felt borderline traumatic.
jungkook had taken down his opponent with utter ease, standing up straight with bloody fists and looking over your way. it didn’t take long for him to make eye contact with you, as though he was willing to stand and wait until you offered it to him. you gulped, fingers tightening around yejin before he climbed out of the ring and into his corner, where his team sat.
“what the fuck is this.” you whispered under your breath, shaking your head. you couldn’t stomach how intense his stare was, how deeply you could feel him in every inch of your brain with a mere look from him.
turning to yejin, you put your back to the ring. your elevated spot meant you could see everything without necessarily being seen, and considering the amount of drunk, violent men in your vicinity, you knew that was a blessing.
it felt like hours were passing, the sound of jungkook fists ruining every single one of his opponents until it was finally over. you both watched as drunken men littered out, mostly with empty pockets and others with too much money in either hands. you noticed others eyeing them up, no doubt planning on robbing them to an inch of their lives.
you let people trickle out before you both began leaving, hoods up and hands intertwined desperately. the first gulp of fresh air felt more comforting than ever before, but your friend moved quickly, pulling you to the opposite direction of everyone else even if it meant you were going out of your way to extend your journey home. you fit into a quiet side street, right beside the building, hidden away again.
“okay, the uber will be here in 2 minutes, let’s just keep a small profile.
you nodded at her, the two of you shuffling closer as you quietly waited, watching men walk past without noticing you both. once the uber was ready, again, you found yourself pulled in the same direction to get in. only this time, your eyes were drawn to a shadowy figure by the entrance of the now empty building.
cigarette in bloody hands, jungkook stood in sweats and a casual tshirt as though he hadn’t just nearly taken the lives of multiple men. even in baggy clothes, he was so overwhelmingly big, shoulders wide and legs slightly apart as he took large drags.
your lips parted, yejin dragging you to the uber in confusion once she realised your feet were lagging behind. “y/n? come on.”
the call of your name had jungkook snatched out of his trance, snapping his eyes to you in seconds as he hungrily took you in. you were still here? the sweet little thing, holed up quite literally in a spot designated just for him - a treat. he had performed incredibly well tonight, and the cash sum was insane, all thanks to you. his lucky girl, you hadn’t even realised he was showing off for you, no doubt unaware of what he was capable of.
every time you rewarded him with a glance from underneath your hands, he felt himself grunt in approval, openly showing you his interest. even noticed his closest friend, yoongi, peering up at your friend in curiosity which was hard to master. you were a little enigma, dripping wet from the cold outside, scared and confused but jungkook wasn’t convinced. he could see the rise and fall of your chest every time your eyes connected, noticed the little things like how your fingers clutched yejin a little tighter or how your legs snapped shut. fuck, what he would do to grab you.
and now, here he stood, smoke leaving his lips whilst he watched you depart, yoongi emerging to stand beside him as he too watched the scene in front. y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. he could feel your name chanting in his head like a fucking omen, like something returning home and yet violating him from the inside out. a pretty name for a pretty face.
you looked away, muttering an apology to yejin as you rushed in, closing the door hastily whilst she said something to the uber driver. you couldn’t help yourself, truly, from peering up at him from inside the car, your eyes hooded from a mixture of exhaustion and too much excitement. you watched as he took another drag, his eyes never leaving yours before exhaling. a promise.
the car pulled you away, your eyes forcibly leaving the tall boy, although you noticed yejin doing the same with the man next to him. neither of you addressed it, simply holding one another’s hands as an act of support. you felt confusion on another level, something you weren’t sure how to dissect even if you wanted to.
once you were home, the both of you moving into your personal showers and then heading to bed, you dreamt of dark eyes and bloody fists. you wished you could have called it a nightmare, you wished so desperately that your brain would correlate this to fear and yet all you felt at that moment was genuine want. your thighs had pressed together all night, meaning you woke with an ache that could only truly be taken away by one thing.
choosing to ignore it, the shame too much, you stood, preparing yourself for your day. you were interrupted by a harsh knock on your front door despite the early time, stopping you from making your bed and instead rush over to see what was going on.
as you swung the door open, there sat a grand bouquet of flowers. rich reds, purples and pinks, foliage hidden away in every crevice and pops of white tucked within the confinements of its colourful siblings. your breath was stolen, hands shaking immediately from the mere weight as you carried them to the kitchen counter. your chest was rising and falling as you inspected them, breathing the scent in. fresh.
you noticed a little card, tucked in, so you reached, pulling it out. nothing could have saved you from the dark scrawl written on the paper, as though it was taking up space it naturally shouldn’t have. you felt your stomach drop, your shoulders raise and your eyes widen. your mouth went dry as you stopped breathing for a few solid moments.
“pretty flowers for a pretty name. our paths will cross soon.”
——
multiple days had passed since that night and normalcy had yet to return. you told yejin about the flowers immediately once she woke up, only to hear the door knocking again, another bouquet but in her name appearing. the two of you were in utter shock and confusion. despite the both of you not admitting it outright, stupidly, neither of you felt scared. it was a weird feeling, knowing that the men that had set their eyes on you were dangerous and yet not feeling that danger directly.
every day since, fresh flowers would appear for the two of you. they were both different in style and it was evident which was intended for who, but it made the both of you pause and deeply exhale each time. a purposeful gift, one intended to claim, to show possession - any normal person would have done something about it and yet here you were, revelling in it.
the mere thought of jungkook had you spiralling. you’d spent the last few days with your hand between your legs just reminiscing his stare, the way he openly watched you, letting it be known to you directly that he was interested. you’d had attention so openly thrown at you, it unnerved you to see someone showcase their emotions for you to see. it felt unnatural.
it was late at night and you couldn’t sleep, half craving the banana milk the convenience store beside your home had well stocked whilst half obsessing over dark eyes and tatted hands. in a bid to remove him from your brain, you found yourself getting up, paying no mind to the fact it was literally one in the morning.
you pulled a hoodie over your tank and shorts, pulling on socks and shoes before heading out of your shared apartment. the air was cool but not cold, a lovely reprise from the four walls that had begun suffocating you, with no exception to the racing of your brain.
you walked into the shop that sat truly no more than a few seconds walk away, saying a hello to the half asleep cashier, before you began browsing the aisles. you stood in front of the drinks section, a little frown on your face as you held both the banana and strawberry milk. confliction gnawed at you as you struggled to come to a decision, your brain clearly elsewhere.
you turned with both in your hand, simply deciding to get both but you didn’t make it far, face planting against a hard chest immediately. you felt yourself stumble back with a slight gasp before calloused hands grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back in rather tightly, your entire body suddenly pressed against a figure in the most indecent of ways. your hoodie had risen from the action, your stomach pressed against a tshirt whilst your tiny shorts sat on display for anyone to see.
your large eyes peered up, lips parting to let out a little gasp, milk clutched tightly in either hand.
jungkook stood in front of you. so large, wide shoulders and chest, and so so big. he towered over you with ease, with his hands wrapped around your waist as though you were the most delicate thing he’d ever touched; a total oxymoron to the way he handled most things. you were pressed against him in a way that you’d been dreaming about for the past few nights, and your brain couldn’t compute that this was real, that the smell of pine engulfing your senses was present.
your gaze met his, lips quivering slightly.
“what has you so startled?” he murmured down at you almost condescendingly, dipping his head down so your faces were close. he was in your personal space and he didn’t give a fuck, as though it belonged to him too. not that you minded, in all honesty.
his hands were harsh against your bare skin and you liked it. you weren’t someone who craved softness, but something darker, rougher - not that you’d ever admit to it.
you didn’t respond; unsure of what to say as you gulped slightly. his eyes flickered to the two choices in your hands, head tilting slightly as he hummed in approval. “which one do you prefer?”
you blinked slowly. “banana is my favourite.” you whispered, barely audible. his gaze met yours again with a little nod. he hummed. “and strawberry?”
“something different..” you whispered again, a pink blush forming on your cheeks at the mere intimacy of the moment. he was a total and entire stranger. none of this was normal.
he hummed once more, as though pondering over your comments before pulling away, his arms dropping around your waist. “you came to the shop at this time of night for flavoured milk?”
you gawked. the sudden lack of warmth felt jarring once he pulled away, you couldn’t stomach it. “i-i…” you shook your head slightly. “is that not allowed?” you huffed as you tilted your head upwards a little, moving to pass him as though this wasn’t tearing you from the inside out in excitement.
“just trying to figure you out, y/n.”
you paused at the sound of your name, eyes closing for a mere second before shaky hands gripped the milk tighter. he spoke before you could respond.
“did you like the flowers?” he asked.
the two of you stood in the shop, with not a single person occupying the space other than the cashier who had certainly fallen asleep at this point. no one was here to see you both, a lamb and a wolf, a dangerous game.
“how did you get my address?” you whispered again, turning nervously to face him.
jungkook scanned your features, his own stomach in knots at the mere sight of you so close. no makeup, the flush on your cheeks and the quiver in your lip. this wasn’t fear, no, no. this was want. he could recognise it as though it was an old friend, something that he saw mirrored in his own expression through the reflection of your gaze.
he tilted his head. “that’s not what i asked.”
“they were beautiful.” you mumbled, eyes cast downwards as you shuffled again. “peonies are my favourite.” you admitted, bouncing from foot to foot, the cool air of the fridge doing nothing but making your bare legs colder.
neither of you spoke for a few seconds, simply staring at each other in mutual interest. his hand began pulling away, which is when you noticed the splotches of blood painted along his knuckles, making you gasp softly.
“are you bleeding?” you nervously asked, eyes wide.
jungkook had been in the business since he was 14, and now standing at 28, he felt genuine confusion for a moment. the sight of blood on him was a norm, an expectation even. he had forgotten what it meant to be scared by it, and had easily misremembered that it in fact was not a normalcy carried by many.
before he could even respond, your hand had shot out to grab his hand, eyes peering over his knuckles. “jungkook, this is really bad, you need to go to a hospital!”
his eyes shut tight at the sound of his name leaving your lips, grunting slightly. “you know my name too?”
you flushed red at the mere sound of him, all guttural. “that’s..shut up, that’s beside the point.” you stuttered, with wide eyes. “come on, you need to go.”
“no hospitals.” he shook his head firmly. “i don’t go there. i’ll just sort myself out.”
“how?” you all but demanded.
his eyes narrowed slightly at your tone. you were snippy, and on a normal occasion, people were too busy cowering away from him to ever even think about biting him with their words. he wasn’t above admitting how hard it made him.
you seemed to have a moment of realisation, fingers slipping out of your grip on his hand but he simply gripped you tighter. a small act of silent reassurance, perhaps.
“i know how to take care of myself. all you need to worry about is going back home.” he murmured, leading you to the cashier. “you shouldn’t be out so late, bad people roam the streets at this time.”
you peered at him from the corner of your eye, chest beating rapidly. “like you?” you asked, bravely.
jungkook let out a slight laugh, shocking you. he dropped a too high bill on the cashier’s table on behalf of you before leading you outside.
“do you think i’m a bad person?” he asked. he didn’t mean to sound condescending, but his tone reeked of it.
you wanted to push back on the fact he had just dropped 100 over two flavoured milk cartons without even blinking, but the humour in his voice snapped you to what was more important.
“aren’t you?” you asked, curiously.
he hummed. “depends who you ask. what do you think, personally?”
you blinked up at him, the night air nipping at your legs, much colder than it was when you originally arrived. you wondered, eyes flicking up to meet his gaze.
“i don’t know.” you admitted honestly, feet shuffling once more. “i only hear scary things about you.”
“they’re probably true.” jungkook reached for the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it down a little to cover more of your cold thighs. “does that scare you?”
you titled your head. you felt nervous, slightly unsure and intensely warm in every inch of your body. scared? absolutely not, and the realisation itself worried you.
“no.” you whispered, frowning a little at how easy the admission came to you.
jungkook looked at you, really looked. he let his eyes wander from your eyes to your brows, your nose to your lips, your jaw to your gaze once more. he devoured you openly, mouth parting slightly.
“go.” he said, voice gruff once more. “don’t head out so late again.” he grumbled.
you nodded a little, knowing you had no intention of listening to him. he knew too, but he liked the false pretence you gave him anyway. he watched as you turned, shuffling two seconds down the road and inside your apartment, letting the door click behind you.
you rushed to your room once you were inside, heart beating loudly whilst your eyes closed shut. you paced for a moment or two before you peered over to your window, hidden behind a thin curtain. you wish you weren’t so curious, but unfortunately, it was your fatal flaw.
with an extended hand, you pushed it to one side slightly, big eyes peering downwards and outside your window only to find jungkook leaning against his car. big biceps on show as his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes boring into yours - a dark stare you felt deep in your stomach. you let out a shaky gasp before pulling away, groaning quietly as you plopped onto your bed.
you couldn’t bring yourself to question how he had known you were out of your apartment at this time of hour, and certainly couldn’t bring yourself to question his rugged appearance.
all you knew was you were entirely fucked. enamoured by a man that screamed red flags all over, multiplied by ten. unfortunately, you could hardly bring yourself to care.
——
you couldn’t believe this was happening. this all felt entirely surreal, a blip in time that surely wasn’t actually present and yet here you sat, in front of your vanity as yejin zoomed around your room with different outfits.
yesterday morning, when your new batch of flowers arrived, you gasped to see a bouquet of fresh, pink peonies, all blooming. you heart clenched tightly at the memory of telling him in passing, the scent of the flowers feeling both comforting and sweet. the note was always your favourite part and you had begun collecting them, hiding them away in your side table, longingly reading them every night.
the note, this time however, was different. it featured his messy scrawl with a simple:
“tomorrow, 7pm. dress nice.”
showing yejin made her almost pass out, her squeal being heard from multiple different neighbours who all happily complained. this brought you to right now as you sat, hair pin straight, makeup done whilst she pulled out different options.
“okay, we can’t go too sexy, but we still need to make you look hot and we can lean into cute, but not too much.” she rambled. she pulled out a sleek black dress, classy and yet short enough to look sexy, making her groan. “this is perfect. go put it on.”
you did exactly that, coming out to pop on your strappy heels per her command.
“do you think i look okay?” you nervously asked, unsure.
“y/n, he’s going to go fucking insane.” she promised, taking your hand to twirl you, resulting in a light laugh. “you have to text me all night okay? keep me updated and stuff.”
you nodded. “he might fight for a living but i know how to use a knife.” she murmured, giving you a grin before sauntering over to the window.
her eyebrows raised once she found him outside, leaning against his car, dressed in a black suit that matched your outfit perfectly. she turned to you excitedly.
“and right on time. okay, head down, be flirty, make him fall for you.” she winked, pushing you out of the door before you could even compute what was happening.
the journey downstairs lasted what felt like hours, lost in your thoughts as your heeled feet walked over to the doors that led you outside. upon opening them, your eyes instantly met that of jungkook, who stood waiting. you watched as his gaze ran over you, up and down continuously until you were right in front, your fingers twitching to touch him already.
“hi.” you whispered.
you always felt so nervous around him. he towered over you, large and wide, whilst your fingers shuffled with one another.
“you look beautiful.” he responded instantly, voice raspier than you remembered it being. you noticed immediately that there was a cut near his eye, on the top of his cheekbone, stitched and patched together with thin gauze.
you blushed at his compliment, watching as he opened the door of the passenger seat for you, helping you slide in. his car matched him. dark and sleek, tinted windows that protected you from the outside world.
“where are we going?” you shyly asked, as you watched him get in also.
he gave you a look, a little smirk forming on his lips. “taking you out somewhere nice. restaurant down in town.”
“wait, julios? don’t you need to book like 6 months in advance?” your eyes widened a little, knowing there really was only one very nice restaurant where you lived and it was subject to the outside world coming to visit. it was constantly packed, meaning you’d never had the chance to visit.
he began driving, one hand on the wheel whilst the other instantly found itself situated on your thigh.
your brain blanked out. he was touching you. touching you quite intimately at that, with half of his hand covered by your dress and the other touching your bare skin.
“i know the owner.” he responded with, whilst his fingers kneaded the skin on your thigh gently, already feeling comfortable.
your heart was beating at a race you didn’t think was humanely possible, your own hands curiously lining up so they were grazing his fingers, head downwards. you hated how he made you feel, it was like unlike anything you’d ever experienced - surely this couldn’t be normal.
your ex boyfriends had been nice enough, with the exception of one or two, but it had always been safe. quiet. unassuming. three things jungkook certainly was not. you didn’t know his intentions but you knew how he felt about you, he’d made that much clear through the dozen bouquets that had come through with handwritten notes from him.
“but it’s so expensive there, we can do something else, i promise i don’t mind.” you assured quietly, peering up at him.
jungkook didn’t respond immediately, stopping at a red light before glancing over, eyebrows furrowed.
“money isn’t an issue when it comes to you, y/n.” he merely murmured, eyes flicking from every inch of your face. the way you parted your lips had become a favourite nuance of yours, something he shamelessly recalled whenever he’d obsess over you.
the blush on your cheeks were pink and bright, as your fingers continued to play with his own on your thigh. the journey was quiet, with little comments here and there, and you longed to hear more of his voice, the deep baritone of it, the way it rumbled over your heart to in between your legs.
soon you had arrived, and ever the gentlemen, he opened your car door before helping you out, letting you adjust yourself. he took your hand with ease, as though it was the most natural thing on earth before leading you over to entrance.
within a minute or two, you were taken to a private quarter of the restaurant, where a table sat, hidden away. you sat down, cheeks still pink, taking in every inch of your surroundings. he had gone above and beyond as though it was the most casual thing in the world.
“guessing you do this for all of the girls you take out.” you nervously teased, letting out an awkward laugh as you shuffled in your seat.
he perched in his own seat, leaning back a little to look over you once more. “i don’t really take girls out. i’m not your typical, relationship man.”
you shuffled your feet a little, a nervous tic. you nodded at his words although you were confused by them. “then why did you take me out?”
“because you make me curious.”
“what?” you tilted your head.
“that’s the nicest way i could put it.” he murmured, leaning across the table a little. he liked making you nervous, he could feel it all through his body.
you gulped. “i don’t want you to be nice. i want you to be honest.”
jungkook hummed. it was his turn to tilt his head, to examine your features.
“you’re like a sickness in my brain.” he admitted. “you’re all i can think about, can’t stop seeing you in my head when i close my eyes. can’t concentrate. nearly lost a fucking fight last night for the first time in years because i was too busy thinking about what you’d wear tonight.”
his admission came too casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if it wasn’t making you clutch your thighs together desperately.
“you’re a parasite in my brain, and it makes me angry.” he rolled his shoulders a little. “angers me because i don’t even know you, just know that i want more. need it.”
“what if you get to know me and you realise i’m not what you thought?” you nervously asked.
“i doubt that.” he responded, eyes trickling over your lips. “unfortunately for me, you’re every single thing i keep dreaming about.”
before you could respond, a waiter came round to your table. jungkook ordered for the both of you as you sat chewing on your lip, brain half shut down from the mere dominance of his presence. you wanted him in a way that didn’t feel healthy, it didn’t feel right.
your glass was filled with wine whilst he opted for a whiskey, a single drink. he didn’t like to get drunk, not that it was either of your plans, but he needed something to sharpen him.
“why were you there?” he asked suddenly, once you were alone again.
you peered up. you knew what he was talking about, and even though the answer was simple, you weren’t sure how to respond immediately.
“i wasn’t supposed to be.” you honestly answered. “we got stuck in the rain when we were walking back from a get together with a few of our friends and our usual route was closed, and by the time we were near the building we were soaking wet so we thought it would be smart to wait it out a little.”
his lips quirked upwards.
“by the time we were in, we couldn’t leave, and once we realised where we were, we were just trying to be safe.” you admitted, flushed cheeks.
“smart girl.” he took a sip. you weren’t ready to share how his comment made your stomach flip.
“are…” you began, brain not computing the stupidity of your statement to come. “are the rumours true? about you?”
“probably.” he confirmed immediately making you flinch slightly. he examined you for a moment. “share them with me. what have you heard?”
there was an ease to him that felt natural and it unnerved you, how easily it came to him to feel dismissive of what others spoke about him, despite it being so harsh.
“they say you like hurting people.” you began, with wide eyes.
“i don’t enjoy it. i’m simply good at it.” he corrected. you weren’t sure how that made you feel.
“i’ve heard you’ve nearly killed before. my friend, namjoon, he watched you once. said you put that guy in the hospital for 6 months.” you breathed out.
“8. he deserved it.”
you blinked up rapidly whilst he rolled his shoulders. he reached out for your shaky hand on the table, tracing his thumb over your knuckles.
“i don’t expect you to understand my line of work, or accept it. i do ask that you overlook it.” he slowly pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles. “i have no intention of intertwining you into it. you’re too pure for that.”
your eyebrows furrowed, a pang hitting your chest unexpectedly. “how would that work? you’d come to me bruised and cut and i just have to pretend to ignore it?”
for the first time in his entire life, jungkook felt slightly speechless.
from the age of 14, he’d begun fighting. no parents, no siblings, not even a fucking pet to keep him company - he lived in filth and fought dirty to keep money in his pocket. it was until he met yoongi who made sure he was getting fair cuts, alongside better fights with more reputable clubs that he began living again. he owed a lot to his friend, the one person he knew genuinely cared for him.
other than him, jungkook never had to care for himself on behalf of others. never had to make sure his wounds were entirely clean or make sure he could get up on a morning, it was never a priority, certainly not a necessity. hearing you now confused him - it was an uncharted area for him too.
“does it upset you?” he asked, genuinely curious. “that i fight?”
“i don’t like it.” you immediately answered. your honesty felt refreshing. he wasn’t used to this.
“i don’t think i could become an office worker.” he scoffed.
“i don’t like the fact you get hurt for a living.” you sighed, eyes shutting for a second. “i saw that environment, i saw how many people you beat in one night and they were bleeding, jungkook. they were dragged off stage, no one was helping them.”
jungkook maintained your eye contact.
“i don’t lose, y/n.”
his tone was a promise, one that reassured you only slightly. “everyone loses at one point.”
“i’ve never lost.” he firmly rebutted, with a narrow of his eyes. “the guys that get into this field, they don’t have motivators. they have a life they can return to if they want, this is my life. i have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
your eyes flickered.
“that’s why i don’t lose.”
the waiters came out with your food, but you found yourself with a loss of appetite. you had known him for less than a month, interacted only a few times, communication blooming through pretty flowers and little notes. all of this and yet you felt utterly enamoured - the dangerous man you knew your mother would pass out at the mere sight of. the same type of boy your father would warn you about, and yet here you were, drinking him in.
he noticed you moving your food around your plate, trying to be polite as you forced yourself to eat. his eyes narrowed, ever perceptive.
“come.” he merely said, tone commanding but never forceful.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but your legs moved before you could even compute what was happening, your body working on behalf of you. you walked over to his side of the table, watching as his legs parted slightly before pulling you down so you were firmly situated on his lap.
your breathing grew erratic, your hands clutching his shoulders tightly. you weren’t expecting this but that seemed to be a current theme throughout the night.
jungkook shifted you so you’d be situated comfortably, before reaching for your food, placing it in front of him.
“is your food not to your liking?” he hummed, large hands cupping your thigh close to him.
your large eyes peered up at him, your faces entirely too close to be deemed appropriate. “its delicious, i-i’m sorry, my brain’s just all over at the minute.”
he turned his head a little, letting his eyes roam over every inch of you. he liked feeling you so close, you fit perfectly, a factor you both felt evidently.
he didn’t respond, simply picking up your food and holding it to your mouth and feeding you himself. you shyly opened your mouth, taking each bite as he offered it. you felt yourself entirely relax in his arms, a feeling of comfort roaming over you that you hadn’t expected.
you shifted in his lap, making yourself comfortable much to his pleasure. he couldn’t help the small grin that was forming on his lips.
“i didn’t think you’d be a flower giving type of man.” you found yourself teasing, a small giggle leaving you. the sound was melodic, a drug to his ears.
his grin widened and you couldn’t help but notice how boyish it made him look.
“i wanted to impress you. is it working?” he asked, teasing back.
“maybe. i don’t recall ever giving you my address though.”
he continued to feed you whilst he sported a grin, one hand slipping to the edge of your thigh, tightly gripping. his fingerprints were leaving marks on your skin and you longed for it, hated how badly you wanted him to touch you elsewhere.
he noticed a crumb on your lip, thumb instantly pushing it away. his touch lingered, tracing over your bottom lip whilst he looked intensely at you. searching. all he found was the anxiously eager look you gave back.
your breathing became shallow as he slowly inserted his thumb into your mouth, only slightly. you wanted him, as stupid as it sounded, and your brain was working in overdrive coming to terms with it. your body, however, acted out of sheer thrill. your lips wrapped around his thumb, tongue faintly tracing the tip.
the two of you couldn’t look away from one another as you all but sucked on the tip of his thumb. you could feel something poking you from underneath, and considering you were tightly pressed against his lap, you knew what it was.
he made your brain muddy, a cocktail mix of confusion and suffocating intrigue. swirling your tongue against his thumb was a confirmation of how you felt, that the bidding obsession growing in his stomach was a reciprocated feeling.
you slowly pulled away, the weight of his digit heavy on your bottom lip. his gaze was dark, lidded, breathing slightly shallow. he lifted your chin whilst simultaneously pulling you closer in his arms, his biceps straining against his white shirt.
“you have one more chance to walk away.” he murmured against you, face close to yours.
a moment passed. you wanted to scream. walk away? as though that was ever plausible, as though that chance was ever made a possibility. from the moment you had made eye contact in that shabby building, you felt drawn - inhuman, murky waters at its finest and yet you wanted more. you craved the danger, the fear he brought along. you weren’t a victim, no; you were complicit.
before he could utter another word, you let out a shaky breath, nervously inching forwards and pressing your lips to his.
immediately, jungkook moved you, pulling you in tight as your lips worked in unison. the kiss was everything you had imagined it to be - passionate, intimate and rough.
there was little kindness in this, it was a whirlwind of pass encounters finally coming to a halt. your hands moved up to his hair, tugging whilst his fingers left bruises on your torso, clutching you hard.
before long, he poked your lips with his tongue, forcing entry. a battle for dominance ensued, one he won with ease. you couldn’t help but notice how skilled he was at kissing and it made you sick to the bone to think there were women before you, ones that had managed to retain his attention like you.
after a few more moments, you pulled away, entirely breathless. jungkook pressed a few more pecks to your lips, trailing a few to your jaw before meeting your gaze. neither of you were able to speak entirely, but words meant nothing - your actions spoke louder than you could ever attempt.
“fuck, what are you doing to me.” he whispered under his breath, eyebrows furrowed tightly.
your noses bumped, whilst you intertwined your fingers against his.
a few minutes later, jungkook dropped money onto the table, enough to tip each and every server generously whilst pulling you to the entrance. tension had been bidding the entire night and it was finally coming to a head, the two of you feeling above and beyond what you had initially expected.
he took you to his car, opening your door for you as though he was a gentleman. he was anything, but. you slid in, legs and hands shaky from the nippy cold and the emotions running through you. you didn’t want the night to end, you wanted more, needed it.
he began driving, his large hand firmly situated on your thigh. you were both quiet, your fingers tracing over the back of his hand whilst his jaw remained clenched. he tried to focus on the road, and to his merit, he managed half the route until he sharply turned into a side street, parking.
you startled, looking up at him whilst he exhaled deeply. “what are you doing?”
“get in the back.”
your eyebrows raised, eyes widening. “w-what?”
“get in the back, y/n.” he grunted, running his hands through his hair.
“why?” you whispered, whilst your hands shook. you already knew the answer, you needed him to say it.
he turned to you, eyes dark and jaw clenched. “i’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. get in the fucking back.”
your legs moved before your brain could compute his words, doing exactly as he asked. your breathing was shallow, as you slid in, watching him approach and slide in after you.
his hands were on you within seconds, rough and mean as he grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours. the tint on the windows offered you privacy, but the sheer size of jungkook was enough to make you whimper into the kiss. you knew that it would be visible to anyone outside what would happen.
within seconds, he pushed your dress up to your hips harshly, lips moving down your jaw and to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting. his thick fingers found your panties, pushing them to a side.
“i’m going to ruin you. going to make sure the only thing you can fucking think of is me.” he hissed in your face as he began rubbing your clit, forcing a gasp out of you as your hips pushed upwards.
you groaned loudly, eyes shutting tight. he bumped his nose against yours, forcing them open as he maintained eye contact. he wanted you to look directly at him as he inflicted this pleasure on you, actions direct and purposeful.
“jungkook.” you whimpered out, as he rubbed harshly. he prodded a finger at your entrance before slowly inserting, grunting above you at the mere sight.
“like that baby? have to loosen you up, going to break you open.”
your fingers were clutching his shoulders, hips lifting and moans filling the car. his single finger felt bigger than multiple of your own, and you had become well accustomed to the feel of stuffing your own pussy at the mere thought of him.
“feels so good.” you moaned, eyes still trained on him as he inserted another finger, forcing a loud whimper out of you. “so big.”
jungkook grunted once more, pulling you up so you were now sat on his lap. his legs were spread as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit simultaneously. he sunk kisses into your jaw, leaving some on your lips as he watched you fall apart. teeth knocked into teeth whilst the sting on your jaw stung from the roughness of it all, chest heaving.
within seconds, you were cumming hard. your legs shook violently as jungkook fingered you, fast and rough. he cooed at you condescendingly as your eyes began to get teary, your poor core not use to such treatment.
“that’s it, look at you. no one else gets to see you cum like this, only me.”
by the time he was pulling his fingers out, he was already unbuckling and springing his cock out for you to see. everything was moving so fast, and you could feel your brain shutting down - the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted him, how desperately you needed him deep inside of you.
“won’t fit.” you all but whimpered, causing him to groan quietly, your words spurring him on.
“you were born for this.” he scoffed.
he pulled you up, moving your dress further up and moving your underwear even further to the right. once you were picked up, he lined your entrance with the head of his cock, forcing you to sit on it inch by inch.
he watched your face contort, loud gasp ripping through your throat whilst your arms caged around his shoulders, desperate to hold onto anything that would ground you. it was euphoric, the way he watched your pussy sink onto every bit of his cock until he was completely inside.
“you feel that?” he hissed, hand harshly gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him directly. “been craving this since the second i saw you, needed you fucked stupid.”
you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. your body was on fire, a mixture of pain and unbelievable pleasure.
he picked you up before pushing you down again, arms wrapping around your waist as he began moving your body for you. he made you ride him, with his legs spread and yours wrapped around him, the sound of skin hitting skin loud in the car.
“kookie.” you whimpered, tugging on his hair harshly.
“god, you have the prettiest pussy. look at you.” he groaned, picking up a pace as he started fucking up, wanting to feel you even deeper. “my girl, my perfect fucking girl, you’re all i ever think about.”
“think about you too. can’t stop.” tears were flooding your eyes, quickly slipping out fast. “yeah? my y/n, look at you. should feel guilty about ruining such a good girl but you want it just as bad, crave it, don’t you baby?” he cooed back whilst fucking you.
you couldn’t think or comprehend, this was too much, and yet hardly enough. you wanted this constantly, to feel full and ruined by the one man who had managed to grab every bad thought in your brain and caress them. you’d never felt so seen before.
he reached down, rubbing your clit too whilst continuing his bruising pace. you watched him, the way his face began flushing red, the tone of his cheeks matching your own. you knew his rough touch would leave bruises all over you and yet it wasn’t enough, you wanted him to brand you, to see every inch of his presence on your skin.
“gonna cum for me, y/n?” he hissed, eyebrows furrowed. “gonna cum on my cock?”
you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, your orgasm rushing through you like a car hitting a brick wall. violent, sudden and harsh. you felt the tremors running up and down your body like a tidal wave, your name leaving his lips in chants.
he fucked you through it, pace getting sloppier indicating his own orgasm flutter through.
“inside. need you to cum inside me, kookie.” you managed to beg, eyes rolling to the back of your head in over sensitivity.
your words were enough to drive him over the edge. you forced him to look at you as he cummed, almost desperately. the look of vulnerability for a few seconds was enough to make you ride him through his orgasm, despite the feeling being entirely too much for you to handle.
soon, you were a messy pile of limbs, head on his shoulder, breathing heavily with his cock pulled out of you. he held you tightly, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and forehead consistently.
he had watched his cum slowly trickle out of you, slowly fingering it back into you despite your complaints of it feeling like too much. you shared intimate kisses, breaths mingling whilst holding one another.
“you okay?” he murmured, nudging your nose with his own.
“mhm.” you confirmed, fingers curling into his hair.
he pressed another kiss to your lips before pressing one to your nose. “gonna take you home now. you need to rest, hm pretty girl?”
“want you to stay.” you grumbled, shaking his head.
he couldn’t help the small smirk that formed at the sound of your bratty tone, planting a little spank on your ass, enjoying your squeal.
“i’ll stay.” he promised, making you grin to yourself. you knew he would.
——
the next four months were pure bliss. jungkook was an entirely changed man, something no one in his life could have ever anticipated for him.
he was brighter, happier, with a thirst for life. he’d pick you up from work, sending your horrible colleagues scary looks that had them bending at their feet the next morning to appease you. even walking into shops was a whole different experience, with people flocking to help you simply because you were jungkook’s girlfriend.
living in a small town meant everyone knew everyone, and you were both the current gossip. even after 4 months, they still couldn’t stop saying that no one could have seen it coming. the age long good girl and bad boy, and yet, jungkook was becoming good for you.
despite this, he still continued with his fights. it was a tense point of contention between you considering he had no intention of stopping, whilst you physically couldn’t stomach watching him. it was something that terrified you, seeing him so injured and pretending like it didn’t matter, as though it was a norm. despite it absolutely being one, life was different now - he had you.
jungkook found it difficult to grapple with your presence in his life. he knew his feelings for you weren’t normal - four months in his life and yet the obsession deep in his stomach was alarming, he was aware of it. knowing it was reciprocated was so much darker. it fed the parasite, to know that you too would be at home obsessing over him, thinking and yearning for him in the exact way he did.
you were it for him. you were both his future and present, and him for you. to others looking in, a few months was too little time but neither of you cared.
even now, you found yourself nibbling away at your lip as you waited on jungkook’s couch. he was away at a fight, no doubt coming home in the early morning, unaware that you were anxiously waiting in his home. there was a horrible gnawing feeling in your stomach that something would happen, and you knew your instincts were never wrong.
true to your prediction, jungkook ended up stumbling into his house an hour later, his clock hitting 3 in the morning. his body ached with a pain he hadn’t felt in a while, the opponent for the night actually being worth a fight for once meaning he’d put in the work.
you stood up instantly, gasping. he looked up with furrowed brows, straightening instantly in a predatory stance until he realised it was just you, his pretty girl hidden away under multiple blankets.
“y/n?” he questioned, visibly relaxing.
your eyes roamed over him, mouth slightly agape. bruises were already forming over his skin, a gash visible on his face and dried blood you knew didn’t belong to him splattered over his arms.
“kookie.” you whimpered immediately, tears springing to your eyes.
you’d never seen him like this before. he always cleaned up before seeing you, masking his pain like it didn’t truly hurt, to ensure your satisfaction. he walked over to you, preparing himself to do the exact same as he’d always done but stopped himself.
tears were streaming, hands covering your mouth at the mere sight of him. he sighed deeply, seeing you cry was his kryptonite. he couldn’t stomach it.
“sit.” you choked out to him, immediately as you rushed into his bathroom, where you knew he kept all of his medical supplies.
he obliged, knowing it was smarter to let you do what you thought was best. he shut his eyes tight for a second, not realising the gravity of the situation immediately.
you came back into the room and immediately sat next to him. you opened up his supplies and began cleaning all of his wounds. the scratches, the bruises that were forming, the gash on his cheek all whilst sobbing.
your cries were getting harder with each wound, making his heart clench. he felt desperate, helpless even. “y/n. talk to me.” he begged.
your body rocked with emotions, hands suddenly covering your face as you cried. “i can’t do this, jungkook.”
his stomach dropped at your words. the silence between you afterwards was palpable, his hands reaching for you almost immediately. that wasn’t even a possibility in his mind, never mind something he’d allow - he wasn’t ready to let you go and frankly, he didn’t care how selfish it made him. he was a greedy, greedy man and his drug of choice was you.
“no baby, don’t say that. come on, look at me y/n. look at me.” he instantly cooed, taking your hands away from your face to reveal your teary, red cheeks.
“it’s not fair. this isn’t okay.” you sobbed. “this is too much, it’s not safe and one day it’s going to catch up to you.”
“y/n, it’s my job, i can’t just leave it.”
“yes you fucking can.” you hissed through your tears, chest rising and falling rapidly. “you have enough money to retire, you don’t need to keep doing this to yourself jungkook. just because you’re good doesn’t mean there won’t be someone better, i can’t lose you.
“you won’t lose me.” he promised instantly, picking you up despite the strain in his body. he placed you onto his lap, his baggy sweats doing little to keep the warmth radiating from his body away.
“i will if you keep doing this, kookie, it might be cuts and bruises today but i know that the guys you fight nearly die. if that ever happened to you, i wouldn’t know what to do.”
he sighed. he knew your words rang true, but it was his entire life. he had no idea how to start, where to end it, how to move forward. it was all he’d ever known.
“you say you see a future with me, but this isn’t sustainable.” you whimpered whilst you rest your head on his shoulder.
“y/n.” he forced you to look at him, bloody hands cupping your face. “you are my future baby. you’re my girl, gonna make you my wife, gonna have a family with you. little girls like we talked about, i fucking promise.”
you sniffled.
“i’ll cut back on the fights, okay?” he assured. “i don’t know how to stop, i’ve been on go for every single day of my life that i don’t know a life without it but for you, i’ll try. i’ll do it only ever for you.”
“promise?” you begged him, whilst he held you.
the two of you were broken for different reasons. he mourned the life he could have lived, the man he could have been for you had he been clean, an upstanding citizen of society. you mourned the reasons that had made him this way. a lost child who knew nothing better than violence and pain - he was just a boy when he had started the fighting, and now a man with too much to lose in front of you.
“i promise, y/n.”
the two of you sat, limbs interlocked, sharing sweet kisses whilst you hoped for a future you could only pray would come. your jungkook. home.
summary: when everyone in his life seems to forget his 30th birthday, jungkook takes a chance on the local pub down the street, hoping to turn the night around. you - the pretty bartender that works the quiet monday shift - take him by surprise in the best way: you're friendly, full of life, and your smile seems to kick start the hopeful young boy that still lived dormant within his heart. when you tell him to make a wish, he doesn't expect for it to come true, not so literally.
rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact
warnings/tags: hopeless romantic!jk, mention of male masturbation, childhood love, depictions of unhappiness, insecurity and depression, heartbreak, original characters, friendship break up, brief taehyung x jungkook, bi!jk, everyone forgets jungkook's birthday, he's turning 30, nepo baby jk that's destined to take over his father's company trope, jungkook cries a lot my sensitive boyyy, jungkook isn't happy with his life :(, strict parents, shy and nervous jungkookie, oc is a bartender, comfort in a stranger, subtle flirting, nostalgia, childlike wonder, fantasy fairytale, prince!jk, commoner!oc, sisterhood, self discovery and self love, forbidden love, making out, touching over underwear, dry humping, titty sucking, cunnilingus, fumbly, briefly awkward, passionate unprotected sex :>
authors note: happy birthday to jungkookieee :D i worked hard on this little number for his birthday; this one's for all the people that feel like they don't get seen, and their voice never heard- i hear you, and you deserve the world. you're gonna get all the things you wish for and more someday, just keep going <3
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“You— you alone will have stars as no one else has them, and when your sorrow is comforted – time soothes all sorrows – you will be content to have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me, and you will sometimes open your window for that pleasure. And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! They will recognize that you are one of the stars of the sky.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Jungkook begins his day with an attempted orgasm by his own hand. It’s not his brightest moment, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to let off a little steam before work.
The water of the shower was at a temperature that was just hot enough to get him a little riled up, and he was already half hard in the first place thanks to his usually unwelcomed morning wood. He hisses and grunts into the shower walls as he fists his length in his hand and tries to think of something pleasurable, but his mind keeps on coming up blank. It’s been a long time since he’s seen a pretty face in his mind while getting off— it’s been even longer since he’s been with anyone at all.
Jungkook had never really been the type to sleep around without feelings attached. He had truthfully always felt guilty when he slept with someone only to never seem them again after the deed was done; he always felt like he was using them, and it just never sat right with him. Even though he had his little phase in college, it ended just as quickly as it started, learning early on that it just wasn’t him.
Looking back on it all now, Jungkook realises just how little he’s changed over the years, despite having changed plenty. He had always been a sensitive guy, one that loved a little too hard and a little too much, some might think it overwhelming. He toned it down a lot during college, but the true feelings in his heart never truly changed, he only buried them deeply as to not be a hindrance to the people around him.
The experiences of college were never all that they were chalked up to be in his opinion. Girls, boys, parties, drugs— he did it all. It was the mandatory college experience, but he was always left feeling worse than he did before when he partook in the culture.
Jungkook has had about two serious relationships in his life, Luna; a tall, blonde, goth girl with piercings and tattoos and Myung, the sweet and quiet guy in his finance class. Luna turned out to be a little too sadistic, and Myung was…a little boring, if he was being honest; they dated after college, and it just didn’t really give him the excitement that he was looking for in a relationship.
It was safe to say both feeble attempts to fill a void that he could never fulfil.
There were also only two experiences in which he was sure that he was in love with someone.
Spoiler alert: they weren’t the two people he’s had a relationship with.
He feels terrible about it, really, he does, but the heart wants what the heart wants; and most often than not, what his heart wanted was never meant to be.
The memory of these experiences stuck with Jungkook deeply, and they changed him. Whether that was for better or for worse was still up for debate, especially when some of those memories made him recoil in humiliation, while others had him wishing to feel that way for somebody again.
The first girl Jungkook ever loved was Mary.
Mary was hired to be Jungkook’s babysitter when he was six years old. He remembers her first day meeting him so clearly, he had answered the door when the doorbell had gone off at 8:38 in the morning. He had to jump to reach the doorknob, and it frustrated him.
The babysitter was surprised to be met with little Jungkook. He was looking up at her, puffing his chest and frowning in disappointment. “You’re eight minutes late, lady!” He said with a huff. After the initial confusion from the door being answered by a six-year-old boy, she giggles at his cute, puffy face and the two boba pearls that he had for eyes were far too big against the rest of his face. Mary squats in front of him with a sigh.
“Forgive me, your highness! Please tell me how to make it right!” She begs dramatically, holding her hands together and shaking them with her head lowered.
Jungkook couldn’t hold the scowl any longer, he breaks out into little giggles of his own. “Well, I guess if you are any good at making pancakes…”
“Only the best in all the land!” She declares with confidence, standing up again to join him inside when he holds it open wider for her.
Mary made him chocolate pancakes with strawberry jam every morning since then. They are still Jungkook’s favourite.
It didn’t take him long to feel the flutter in his heart for Mary. She read him stories whenever it was time for bed, they helped him sleep, and they actually had him excited to, too. In his dreams he would relive these stories and pretend that he was part of a world where he could control everything that happened, his imagination free to run wild in the safety of his slumber.
Jungkook’s parents never read him stories, only told him that he had to be in bed by six and if they caught him beneath the blankets with a flashlight at nine one more time…
He’s glad that he hardly got to see them, that he was already asleep by the time they got home. He had felt glad that it was Mary who got to take care of him instead. She was kind to him, treated him how he always wanted his parents to treat him.
There was one story that Jungkook begged Mary to read to him every night since she picked it up from the store for him.
“I got you this one because it reminded me of you.” She flips the front cover over to show to him.
“The…Little Prince?”
“Yep! ‘Cause you’re a little prince, right?” She coos, pinching his cheek lightly. He swats her hand away, crinkling his nose.
“Right!” He still laughs so happily that it makes Mary smile herself.
It wasn’t long before he had grown to love that smile. He thought it was so genuine, so full of joy.
Jungkook spent a large part of his childhood painting her pictures and writing her poems once he learnt exactly how to write one when he reached elementary school. He always eagerly handed them to her with envelopes with her named written shakily on the front with a heart, and although he never disclosed that these poems were about her, she had a hunch.
Mary thought this was sweet. She would praise him so highly, especially with the pictures that he drew. “You really have a gift, Jungkookie.” She told him. “You are going to do wonderful things someday; I can see it already!”
Little Jungkook was elated to know this.
And in turn, he could not wait to grow up and do all those wonderful things Mary said that he was destined for. Not only this, but Jungkook had foolishly believed that Mary would wait for him— that nine years would mean nothing someday.
Alas, the last time he ever saw her was when he was 13 and she had just turned 22. He remembers thinking that the older she got, the more beautiful she became.
What he failed to realise was that Mary was a kid herself, she had been hired to be in Jungkook’s life, had done everything she could to make the poor little boy not feel neglected, and this took a toll on her— she had to grow up a lot quicker, realising the responsibility it took to look after a child like Jungkook.
In his eyes, she left him on his own, just like his parents did.
13 was too old for him to have a babysitter, he knew it, Mary knew it, his parents knew it; Jungkook was more than capable of being alone and taking care of himself at this point. While it was true, that Jungkook didn’t need a babysitter anymore, it didn’t mean he didn’t need Mary anymore.
Jungkook can’t help but cry. “Please don’t go, Mary.” He sniffles. “I–I love you.”
He confesses, and he absolutely crumbles when she barely twitches at his words. She sighs, smiling sadly. It’s not bright and it doesn’t reach her eyes in the way that it used to. The moment is melancholic, and to him it seemed like Mary didn’t even seem to care. It was as if she was glad to be rid of him.
“Take care of yourself, little prince.” She places her hand on top of his head, and it’s bizarre to her that she has to reach up to do this now. He up shot in height just within a year, right past her.
“Time soothes all sorrows.” She recites words from his favourite childhood story. “You will always be my friend, little prince.”
Jungkook shakes his head, teary-eyed and in denial. His eyes are still a little too big for his face, they show his pain a lot more evidently than most.
“I’m proud of the person you’ve become, Jungkook— stay true to yourself, alright? Don’t let a thing get in your way.” She squeezes his shoulders before turns away from him to get into her car.
Jungkook walks alongside her car as she backs it out of the driveaway. “Mary, don’t go…” He whimpers, but she doesn’t look at him. She only spared him one last glance and a small wave before she drives off and out of his life for good.
How was he meant to move on from that? After Mary, he was convinced there was no one else in the world that he could love more than he loved her. At the time, her lack of reaction to his love confession only left him hopeful for the future he could have potentially have with her.
He swears that he can sometimes still feel the ghost of her hand on top of his head. Of course, nothing ever came of the love he claimed to have for her; Jungkook was incredibly young, and life did indeed go on for him, despite the pain that he felt then.
Jungkook was old enough now, older than Mary was on that sullen day, to realise that the reason he loved Mary so strongly was because she was the only person in his life at the time that made him feel like he wasn’t invisible.
It was true what people said: that a boy never forgets the first girl he ever falls in love with, even if that girl completely crushed his soul for long thereafter. Mary was beautiful and kind and patient even when he was nothing but a difficult and stubborn little boy. She wasn’t just an incredible babysitter, but she had become Jungkook’s favourite person in the world.
The second person that Jungkook fell in love with wasn’t a girl at all. It was the first time he realised that he didn’t just like girls, and at the time the thought of that terrified him. He had always been taught that boys liked girls, never boys liking boys or girls liking girls. This was something that Jungkook had to navigate all on his own.
At 15, Jungkook started to feel things for his best friend, Taehyung.
They met in middle school, soon after Mary walked out of his life. Taehyung and Jungkook met in gym class, and he made him forget all about Mary. Their friendship came so easily and naturally, like a moth to a flame.
It happened in a moment so quiet, that it terrified him. He begged for his heart to stop racing when he looked at him, the first time he gave Jungkook the first bite of his food, claiming it was because he wanted to check if the food was laced with poison.
“Is that all I am to you, a test dummy?” Jungkook asked him jokingly, happily taking a large bite of the burger Taehyung had shoved toward him. “You’d throw your best friend into the arms of death over paranoia?” He continues with a mouth full of food.
“Aish, I said you could take a bite, not hoover the entire thing like a vacuum cleaner!” He snatches the plate back toward him with a groan. “If you eat it and die, I’ll eat it after and die with you, fair?” He shrugs easily thereafter, and since then, it became a tradition of theirs.
It was only a joke, but it was the beginning of the end for Jungkook. He grew shy, wiping his mouth with a napkin, pushing his own food around on his plate as he snuck glances up at his best friend who ate his food happily, humming to himself.
Ever since that day, Taehyung would shove his food into Jungkook’s hands, asking him to test for poison, and each time, Jungkook would happily accept.
Needless to say, there was never any poison in his food. Why would there be? Jungkook knew deep down that Taehyung only did this because he saw the way Jungkook would ogle his food, too shy to ask for a bite himself. He knew that Taehyung wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but he showed Jungkook that he did in fact care about him and that he saw him in moments like that. Taehyung always noticed the little things about Jungkook, like his favourite colour, or his favourite album; the same one that Taehyung always had playing on his stereo whenever Jungkook would go over to his house.
That’s what best friends were for, right?
At 18, Jungkook did something that would end their friendship for good.
It was the winter before the beginning of college when it happened. They spent a lot of time together during that winter, more than usual because they had both gotten accepted to school’s countries apart from one another. Jungkook was going to stay in Korea, study business and finance and eventually take over his father’s company the way it was laid out for him his entire life, while Taehyung was moving to America to study art; he was going to live a completely different life from Jungkook— a life of freedom.
They were playing video games in Taehyung’s childhood bedroom that day, they bickered and pushed at each other in a competitive limbo, like they always did. This was how Taehyung ended up pinning Jungkook down onto the ground, holding his wrists to the ground.
“Just admit that I won that time! I totally beat your ass, and you cheated, you always cheat you little brat!” He had meant to be serious, but his deep laughter contradicted him. He wrestled Jungkook against the ground, straddling his waist while he fought against the hold Taehyung had on his wrists.
Jungkook laughed hysterically, pushing on his grip, shaking his head. “Never. You’re just mad ‘cause you’re a sore loser!”
Taehyung finally got his wrists down, but in turn his body fell forward, bodies entangled, his face close to Jungkook’s.
In that moment, Jungkook’s delusions of possibility brought out a moment of bravery within him. Taehyung hovered over Jungkook with heavy breaths that matched his own, and they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. He thought he saw a look in Taehyung’s eyes that mirrored his; one of curiosity, one that went beyond the bond the two of them shared over years of friendship. Jungkook’s heart beats loudly through his ears, and his face feels warm.
He was so sure then that he hadn’t misread him, that he was waiting for him to do it, so he took his chance without caring about the consequences— Jungkook leaned up and pressed his lips against Taehyung’s in a fervent kiss.
“Dude– what the hell?” Taehyung pulled away from him quicker than lightning, wiping his mouth with his hands in an overdramatic manner, and his brows are furrowed in…confusion? Anger? Jungkook couldn’t really tell because he had already to dissociate. “What’d you do that for?”
“No, yeah, I’m sorry, ah, shit. I’m sorry–” He hides his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes as his voice cracks along with his heart. He gets up in a panic, grabbing his bag and rushing out of Taeyhung’s bedroom.
Everything feels like a blur as he storms through the house he practically grew up within, and he knew then that he’d never step foot between these walls again, that he couldn’t show his face here for the rest of his days. He drowns out the sound of Taehyung calling after him, distracted by the loud buzzing in his ears that only gets louder and louder the closer he gets toward the front door.
The sound only begins to settle when he’s far enough down the street that he can fall to his knees and cry, knowing that he never followed him out here, because why would he, right? Why would Taehyung follow him out here when he just ruined years of friendship like that without even thinking?
“You Idiot!” He cries into the empty streets of the neighbourhood he grew up in. There was so much pain here— why does love to continue to scorn him this way?
Maybe he didn’t deserve to be loved. Maybe Jungkook’s place in this world was meant for him to stay as invisible as he feels.
Even though he waited by his phone for those final weeks, Taehyung never reached out.
Jungkook thinks that losing Taehyung hurt a lot more than the day Mary left. Him and Taehyung were friends, real friends, for years, and they did everything together; Jungkook had other friends but the friendship between him and Taehyung was one that he used to believe was unbreakable. They had so much in common, and he was the one who introduced Jungkook to his love of music and art and dancing and for a while there, he was convinced that it was something he could see himself doing in the future. He was good at it, too.
He was so sure that this was what Mary meant when she said he was going to do great things someday— Jungkook wanted to share his passion for the arts with the world.
When he brought this up to his parents, however, those dreams were shut down before they could ever see the light of day.
“What, so you want to be an idol or something?” His father scoffs, shoving a mouthful of his steak past his lips.
“I– I don’t know…maybe, I could be?” Jungkook shrugs sheepishly. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me. They have auditions–”
His father laughs so hard, it makes Jungkook wince. “Absolutely not, that stuff is for sis–” His mother hits her husband’s arm, but doesn’t say anything to back her son up, either. He rubs his lips together, eyes glossing over as he nods, basking in the shame he only hoped wouldn’t come. It always did.
His father thought that he was a joke, that his dreams were comedic. He shouldn’t feel this hurt by it, he should already be used to it by now.
“Your future is already set, Jungkook. We already have money, success—what more could you ask for?” He says sternly. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”
Jungkook was glad to go away to college for three years after that. While he absolutely despised studying business, just like he thought that he would, at least he could escape the unrelenting grip his father had over his every move. He could pretend for a little while that he wasn’t going to stumble right back into his set reality the moment he graduated.
College was…okay. He met people, he dated; during those years he forgot about everything, all his heartaches and disappointments, college had finally allowed him to move on with his life for a while. Sometimes he would wonder about Mary, about Taehyung, but he had learnt to stop those thoughts before he could spiral over them. He made new friends, new memories. Things were okay.
His life now was still just okay. Maybe even a little less than on certain days.
His cock is soft by the time he leaves the shower. He can’t even masturbate right without being plagued with the responsibility of his job, or the misfortune of the luck he’s had in his life. This frustrated him beyond belief. Jungkook sometimes felt as if he could hardly so much as breathe correctly.
Work was busy; he had a lot of accountabilities these days, with the future of the company falling into his hands and all. His days were mostly full of meetings he hardly paid attention in, document after document that he had to sign, and often times, conferences to attend. None of which he ever truly gave a shit about. His father was old now, and with each duty that he had stepped down from meant that Jungkook had more of them to take on.
Today was a little different from other days, though— today Jungkook turned 30 years old.
He was getting older, and with each year that passed by him, the more he starts to loathe himself and this stupid little life his dad had set up for him. This wasn’t at all how he used to imagine his life to go when he was a little boy.
There were so many instances, so many times that Jungkook had given himself a pep talk, hyped himself up to stand up to his father; to tell him he was going to do whatever he pleased with his life, that it wasn’t up to him anymore.
But Jungkook couldn’t stand up to his father, no matter how hard he tried. He was a terrifying man, with strong beliefs and a resolve of steel. So, for the past seven years of Jungkook’s life, he’s been glued to the same grey and navy suits that he rotated between every week, and these stupidly expensive Italian leather shoes. He has become a shell of the human that he once was, and if anyone from his past were to see him now, they would probably wonder who stole the light from his eyes.
They weren’t so big anymore, he finally grew into his features, but now they were sullen and hollow with bags beneath them to signify the lethargy that slowly just became part of the norm for him.
The hope he used to hold onto was tarnished by the life he never wanted; his chance slipped away from him a long, long time ago, and at this point he only truly had himself to blame. He had so many chances, all of which he blew all because he was scared of his father making him feel small.
The numbification of Jeon Jungkook was slowly turning him into the same stoic, unfeeling man that his father is.
When he enters the office, he puts on the damn best pretend smile he’s ever smiled. His co-workers wish him a good morning; some ask how he slept, or if he’d like them to get him a coffee. Everything was normal.
None of them have mentioned anything about his birthday yet.
Strange, they wished him a happy birthday last year, and the year before that…
He shrugs it off for now, knowing he’d be too busy throughout his day to think too much about it anyway. Even if they did happen to wish him a happy birthday, he probably would just shoo them off or nod sharply like he normally did. Knowing the people he worked with, they probably have a surprise planned for him during lunch break; they’ve done something like this before. He’d never let them know that he really did appreciate these small gestures.
Just as he enters his office, his phone buzzes in the pocket of his blazer. He dumps his bag onto his chair, tapping every pocket on his suit until he finds it, fumbling with the device in his hands. He raises a brow, answering a call that he doesn’t quite expect to receive.
“Hey Dad.” He says casually.
“Yeah! Jungkook. How are you son?”
“Good, Dad. You doing alright?”
“Still haven’t grown out of asking me stupid questions, son, especially ones you know the answer to already.” He snickers dryly. His father’s humour has always been dry and sharp and, truthfully, just mean in his opinion. Still, Jungkook finds himself chuckling lightly anyway, having learnt that it was best to just go along with it, otherwise he’d get scolded.
He gets scolded no matter what he did, so what did it really matter, anyway?
“Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you got around to…”
His father goes off on a tangent about work, reminding him of all the things he needed to get done today. He hums and tells him yes, that he knows and that he has everything under control. He ends up having to mute the call midway to yawn freely, knowing that he wasn’t even able to do that in peace without his dad finding a reason to nag him for it; God forbid his overworked son was tired after spending the previous night dreaming about today’s work.
He’s glad when his father eventually wraps up the call. “Keep it up, and you’ll be just like your old man in the next 5 years.”
“…Thanks, Dad.” He can’t help the clipped way he responds to his father. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
He doesn’t even have it in him to let his father finish the word ‘bye’ before he ends the call.
It shouldn’t have been anything to be shocked about that his father didn’t wish him a happy birthday; it was expected from him. But that meant that his mother must not have said anything to him about his birthday, either.
That stung a little. His mother was usually good with his birthday’s.
He rubs away the sadness in his eyes— don’t let any of them see that you care.
Jungkook tries his best to swallow the lump forming in his throat, turning his focus to the screen of his laptop, ready to bury his emotions in his work like usual.
And then life will go on, as it so often does.
Jungkook sighs loudly, gently closing his laptop and stretching his arms above his head, cracking his neck. The day had come and gone so quickly that he hardly even remembers blinking and today was on the quieter side. He’s sure that by now that he had the posture of a bendy straw, being hunched over in his seat all day week after week like this. He packs his things into his satchel sluggishly before he leaves his office, hardly sparing a glance to those still sat at their desks, working overtime to feed their families or pay the rent.
He checked his phone throughout the day only to be met with no notifications or texts. Just emails and other work things. He unlocks his phone and taps into his messages just in case they didn’t actually notify him, sometimes his phone did that, but still nothing; nothing from Jimin, or Rosie or Namjoon or Mingyu…sure, okay, that’s fine. Maybe they’re busy at work or something. They will probably text him later tonight. No big deal.
It's just another day, anyway; nothing special about it. He was too old now to be making a fuss over something so miniscule.
If someone were to ask him why he breaks down the moment he gets into his car, he couldn’t say. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn blue and hits his forehead against it as he erupts into pathetic choked sobs. Jungkook hasn’t cried this hard – or at all, really – for years.
Why does he care so much about it anyway? It really was just one big misunderstanding, and. Jungkook always said that his birthday was just another day, that he didn’t want anyone making a fuss over it; he didn’t mean that he wanted everyone to completely forget. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he could just text his friends and ask them to hang out, he’s sure it’ll click into place for them when his name pops up on their phone.
Jungkook was 30 now, and his friends had lives outside of him. He was probably just feeling the emotional weight of turning living through another decade. That was normal. A lot of people felt that way.
Maybe the reason he was crying had nothing to do with being 30 at all.
When he enters his dark apartment, he doesn’t feel relieved like he usually does at the end of the day. Jungkook feels even more anxious than he did when he was at work, and he can’t pinpoint the feeling. He’s always done something for his birthday; Mary used to make him cakes as a kid, Taehyung would buy him more games for them to play on the PlayStation together. He even remembers that time he returned to his dorm after a late class, she laying on his bed wearing a sexy cop outfit with a mini skirt that hardly covered her ass.
That was a great time.
“Hah!” His dry laugh echoes pathetically throughout his empty home, recalling some of those memories— they only make him feel worse.
He kicks the door shut and tosses his keys onto the kitchen counter before shuffling into his room to drops his bag onto his gaming chair. Jungkook ruffles his hair that’s still a little sticky with gel and he cringes because he hates when his hair is stiff and crunchy. He really needs to get a brand that didn’t do that. He gets into the shower right away to wash it out.
When he’s done changing into comfortable clothes, he slumps onto his couch and flicks on the television. He sighs deeply, scrolling through the Uber Eats app on his phone. His stomach grumbles. Did he eat anything today? He had that sandwich– wait, no that was yesterday. All he’s had today is about four poorly made coffees. No wonder his stomach his growling at him right now.
The moment he spots something that sounds good, just before he taps on the restaurant his phone dies on him. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, met with the reflection of himself through the black screen of his phone. His glasses are low on his nose, his hair is still slightly damp and sticking out in all different directions, he looks terrible, and even worse— he thinks that he looks old.
“What the hell are you doing, Jungkook?” He scoffs at himself. “Great, now you’re talking to yourself, that’s just…great.”
He sits there in thought, alone, pondering. He could stay here and watch late night television and fall asleep on the couch, or he could go to bed early where his charger awaits him.
Or he could put on his sneakers and go to the pub; the local one with the double fried fries and the greasiest, freshest cheeseburgers…his mouth was absolutely watering now.
He forces himself off the couch with a groan, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his keys off the counter. The moment he locks his apartment he’s met with the welcomed air of the corridors, it already feels fresher than the air in his apartment, cramped and small.
It’s even better when the cool night’s breeze hits his face when he steps outside. He smiles a little, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks down the street. All that he can think about is that damn burger, and how happy it was going to make him. He’s gotten to the age that these types of simple pleasures were enough to make Jungkook smile when everything else in the world seemed so glum.
Jungkook found it a little funny that the local place was empty apart from the bartender. She looked a little bored wiping down the bar that already seemed to look squeaky clean, and there’s music softly playing in the background that creates a calm ambience along with the low lights.
“Oh, hey– hello! Can I help you, Sir?” You beam at him, looking up the moment you hear the little bell above the door go off.
The man by the door seems tired. He looks young, like he’s in his mid to late 20’s at most. His hair is a little shaggy and the he frames of his glasses are thin and silver, the lenses are round in a way that compliments his expressive eyes. He’s dressed in a dark grey, oversized hoodie and black sweats and chunky sneakers to match.
He must’ve been hungry, he didn’t seem like he was coming for a drink, but maybe you were just over-analysing now. You stop the pesky habit while you’re ahead.
Jungkook’s first thought is that the bartender was young; not so young that you weren’t familiar with the trials and tribulations that came with reality, but not old enough that you’ve lost hope trying to navigate your way through it all. Not like him.
Another giveaway was that you welcomed him brightly, spirits high even on a night where nobody walked into the joint, which meant you’d get no tips tonight on top of a very poor pay to begin with. It was a Monday night after all, and most places were a little slow with business at the beginning of the week.
“Sorry, um, is your kitchen opened tonight?” He asks, walking further into the place, closer to you.
The smile on your face falls slowly at your realisation. “Oh!…oh, I’m real sorry, Sir, kitchen just closed up about a half hour ago.”
You look far more saddened to reveal this to him than he was to hear it. “Nobody usually comes for dinner here on Monday’s, so they usually just pack up early…”
“Ah, I see.” He smacks his lips and nods, slowly turning on his heel. “It’s alright, thank you anyway–”
You watch him drag his feet back toward the door with his shoulders slightly lowered, he huffs as he reaches for the handle.
Something inside of your heart tells you not to let him walk away yet.
“I have cake!”
Jungkook stops, his hand is already on the door when you exclaim this. The thump of your boots sound heavy against the floorboards, hurrying your way around the bar to reveal the fact that bartenders did in fact have legs.
His eyes flicker to your doc martens, they’re well taken care of, but he can tell they’re loved in because there’s a crease around the cap where your foot naturally bends.
“I can’t cook as well as the chef, but we have cake! And I think I can manage a grilled cheese?” You lift your shoulders to your ears, looking hopeful that he’ll accept your offer. He tilts his head and his brows twitch inward, but his features remain unreadable. “What do you say?”
This was your first customer of the night, and most likely your last.
They always gave you the Monday shifts because nobody else wanted them. Business was dying, it wasn’t a popular pub to begin with, it was old and run down and new places opened up around the area often. You still take one for the team because you didn’t mind since you still got paid, albeit only a little, to spend time at work alone. The hours dragged one, sure, but Monday nights at the pub had slowly begun to grow on you.
You could be as loud as you wanted to be, listen to the music that you wanted to listen to, and you could even pretend to be whoever it was you wanted to be— the possibilities are endless when you’re left alone with your imagination.
Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. The words are caught in his throat because the look you’re giving him right now is hard to say no to; you’re bouncing, chewing on your bottom lip with a hopeful look in your eyes.
There was something interesting about you right off the bat, the way you carried yourself, the way you were excited to see a stranger; but it’s ultimately the sparkle in your eyes that catches his attention, something he hasn’t seen in a person in a very, very long time.
He tells himself that he says yes because you offered him cake.
“Yeah, uh, that sounds great, actually it’s my–” He lowers his hand and shoves them back into his hoodie pockets, taking bashful strides back toward you. “Thank you, uh…”
“Y/N.” You flash him a teeth-baring grin that makes him look down for a moment.
That smile.
It was…familiar.
“Right. Thank you, Y/N.”
You stumble backward, ushering him to sit on one of the bar stools. “Sit, sit! Do you do sweet before savoury or savoury before sweet?”
“Dessert before dinner is kind of a crime, don’t you think?” He sucks a breath through his teeth, meek in his words.
“Totally!” You call out to him as you disappear through a door in the back. Only a few seconds pass by before he hears you shouting to him from beyond the doors. “I agree, it’s psychopathic!”
Jungkook chuckles endearingly; you were a character for sure.
You return a few minutes later out of breath, some hairs are falling from your loose ponytail and sticking to your face. “Gosh it is so hot back there.” You huff. “Sorry, it won’t take long.”
“Don’t be silly, I’m not in a hurry or anything.” He shrugs.
You smile, leaning your elbows against the server’s side of the bar. “Good.” You smile. “And what did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t.” He raises his brow, were you flirting? No, you’re just being nice. God, Jungkook hasn’t done this in a while. He clears his throat. “Uh, Jungkook.” He interlocks his fingers, resting them on the counter that creates distance between you and him. He starts to fiddle with his thumbs when he feels your eyes scanning over him, as if getting to know the features on his face that set him apart from other’s.
Your lips twitch up slightly, and you hum. “Let me get you that sandwich.” You say quietly, disappearing into the back again.
Jungkook suddenly feels nervous, he exhales through puckered lips and wipes his clammy hands against his thighs as he takes in the surroundings of the empty space. It’s rather homey, with dark wood-like interior that gave it an old-timey tavern vibe. There was nothing modern about this place.
It wasn’t his first time here – obviously, because ever since he tried that burger every other burger in the world was ruined for him forever – but he’s never been here on a Monday night, not when there was no one here. There was always at least two or three other people in here, quiet chatter melding naturally with the soft music.
“Calm down.” He murmurs to himself. He just met you, of course you weren’t flirting, you were just being friendly because that was a part of your job. That pretty smile of yours was definitely just a trained customer service smile, one that’s made to fish tips out of lonely men such as himself. If this was true, then he was falling for it headfirst. How could he not when you looked at him like he was the most interesting person you’ve encountered all week.
Your return saves him from spiralling any further. His stomach grumbles at the smell of toasted bread and melted cheese. This was a meal he was no stranger to. “Here.” You slide the plate in front of him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you, I didn’t wanna break anything.”
He shakes his head, already taking a bite out of the sandwich. “This is fine.” He says through a mouthful of food. He should have swallowed his food before speaking, he must look like a slob. His cheeks turn red when you giggle at him.
“Can I get you a drink?” You offer him, grabbing the rag off the bench.
“Waters fine.” He mumbles shyly.
“Not a drinker, huh?”
“No, no I definitely am.” He snorts. “Just…not really in the mood tonight, I guess.”
“That’s cool, I get that.” You nod as your eyes inspect him closely again, leaning your hip on the edge of the bench. He looks away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You exhale an amused breath from your nose before you turn away from him, grabbing the cool bottle of water from the fridge. “So cute.” You say to yourself under your breath.
So, you were giving him the eyes after all. He hadn’t been sure, didn’t want to get his own hopes up with assumptions. Truthfully, it made him even more nervous to learn that his instinct was correct. He hasn’t flirted with anyone like this since he was in college. Fuck, you yourself looked like you were probably still in college.
God, what were you doing being interested in someone like him? Jungkook pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit.
“So, Jungkook.” You pop the class beside him, filling it up with the chilled water. “Coming from work tonight?”
Small talk. He can manage this, he thinks.
“Yeah, yeah…”
Or maybe not.
Not when rest your elbow against the table in front of him again, cheek against your fist, fluttering your lashes at him like that. There’s a pretty girl showing interest in him, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
It wasn’t that people haven’t tried courting him over the years; he doesn’t want to brag because it truthfully has happened quite a few times, especially when they find out who his father is and how much money he has. That was the issue though, he didn’t care for ingenuine people. Jungkook still clung to the idea of finding something real. Call him old fashioned, or naïve, but it was just about the only thing he had that wasn’t decided for him.
Jungkook wasn’t an easy person to love, and he was okay with admitting that now. It was partially why he has avoided dating altogether.
You rub your lips together, tapping the table awkwardly. “No small talk, got it.” You slide off the table, ready to leave him to eat in peace.
“No!” He protests a little more enthusiastically than he intends to. You raise your brow at him. “Sorry, I– I’m just…shit, geez – I’m just a little nervous–”
You fold your arms over your chest, biting your bottom lip to hide a smile. “Nervous?”
Jungkook wants to slap his palm against his forehead, but he gawks at you with parted lips instead, eyes growing wide. Well, he can’t take it back now. “I…yeah.” He shrugs. “You’re a very pretty girl, and you’re being really nice to me.”
“Is that all it takes Jungkook?” You laugh. “I just have to smile and use my manners?”
“I guess so.” He crinkles his nose, looking down at the sandwich in his hands. “It’s just been a while, for me, I mean. Haven’t…done this in a while.” He twirls it around to bite a new corner of crust off the edge. He’s been eating off the crust since he got it, and it tells you a little more about him without you having to ask him any boring questions. You keep this in the back of your pocket; you think it could be important to remember someday; it was a useless piece of information, but meaningful all at the same time.
You save him further embarrassment by nodding instead of asking him to elaborate. You understood, you know what he meant, you didn’t need to push.
You leave him to let him eat the rest of it without you looming over his shoulder and making him blush. Even though you really, really want to.
Here’s what you knew about the cute guy sitting at the bar so far: His name was Jungkook, he was fumbly and shy and had a soft and genuine smile. He liked to dress in baggy clothes outside of work, and he seemed to be searching for something; you can see a sadness in his eyes, in the way he carries himself that he can’t seem to shake. It doesn’t go away just because he laughs or smiles.
You grab the last slice of the vanilla and pistachio mud cake in the chiller, the one you were saving later for yourself. You don’t even mind, usually you would. Without thinking too much of it, you take the pack of candles off the shelf and put one into the slice, bringing the flame from the lighter to the wax.
There was no mistaking it; you were so sure he lit up a little when you mentioned that you had cake, how he looked back at you with shiny eyes. The way he stopped his thought halfway only made it certain for you. He sure as hell didn’t turn back for the measly grilled cheese he was currently nibbling away at just outside.
You could tell he wanted someone to notice, even if he didn’t explicitly disclose that he did. Lucky for him, you noticed him the moment you locked eyes with him.
Maybe you were wrong, maybe he naturally had a pouty face and slightly bad posture. Maybe his dark under eyes were hereditary; you’d rather do this and laugh with him about how totally wrong you were about it, than to let him suffer in silence. It’s the people pleaser in you, probably. Either way, making him laugh would still be a win in your books. You didn’t care about getting a little embarrassed in the process, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Hey, Y/N? Sorry to trouble you but could I get a nap–” The sight of you carefully carrying a slice of cake in your hands distracts him momentarily. He furrows his brows when he notices the lit candle on top. “–kin...”
Jungkook’s chest tightens, watching you place the cake in front of him as you sing the traditional birthday song for him.
“Oh, wow.” He stares dumbfounded at the cake before finally looking up at you.
“Shit, I knew it. It’s not your birthday, is it?” You chuckle awkwardly.
“No, it is…I was just wondering if you were a mind reader.” He flashes you a crooked smile. You slump over with a relieved sigh.
“Phew.” You wipe the fake sweat off your brow. “That would’ve been very embarrassing if it wasn’t.”
You were observant. You read him like a picture book, even if he was a stranger to you. That was rare.
“Your singing was nice.” He says after a time of silence.
“Please, anyone can sing happy birthday.” You roll your eyes, pushing the plate further toward him.
“No, really. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He grins widely, you can tell his teasing you now.
“Sure, you did.” You snort. “Are you gonna make a wish?”
He looks down at the tiny flame that sways on top of the cake. “Oh.” He looks up at you to find you rocking back and forth in anticipation. “Yeah, sure.”
He hums, looking up in thought as he wracks his brain.
“The world is your oyster, Jungkook.” You remind him.
Every day, Jungkook wished for his life to be different. He prayed to a god he didn’t even believe in to begin with each night, hoping that he’d wake up and everything would be different for him. That he didn’t feel so blue, that he wasn’t so complicated, that he wasn’t so sensitive. For once, Jungkook wanted to be happy.
This time, he wishes for something else.
I wish that I can finally get my fairytale ending.
He closes his eyes, lightly blowing out the candle. He blinks slowly back up at you to find a fond smile on your lips. “I hope that it comes true, whatever it is.”
He laughs softly. “I doubt it, just something stupid.”
“There’s no such thing as a stupid wish.”
“You’re awfully positive.” He observes, narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re not a serial killer?”
You push the plate a little closer to him, leaving his question unanswered. “This one’s my favourite.” You tell him, handing him a fork from beneath the counter.
When Jungkook takes a bite, he hums the second the flavours hit his tongue. “Oh my god.” He does it again, speaks with a mouthful of food. You don’t mind, in fact, you found it endearing. “This is fucking delicious.”
Jungkook only notices you staring at the cake when he’s halfway done with it. He frowns. “Ah, sorry, uh...did you want to share?”
A little small part inside of your mind answers yes, you did want some. You love this cake, but Jungkook didn’t have to know that, and he needed it more than you did right now.
You decline. “S’for you.”
What you didn’t realise is that you weren’t the only one sitting here that was good at reading people.
He pushes the plate with the rest of the cake toward you. “Chivalry lives.” You joke dryly with a dramatic gasp. “You must drive your girlfriend mad with how nice you are.”
“Hm?” He lifts a brow at you.
He knew this trick, the not-so-subtle thing that girls would do to try and figure out if a guy had a girlfriend or not without having to ask. Jungkook is a little surprised that you’re using said trick on him.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” You try, but he shakes his head. “Good, ’cause they’d be getting some words from me for leaving you alone on your birthday.” You joke, pointing at him with the light-hearted threat. “And with a pretty bartender, no less.”
“Did you just call yourself pretty?”
“What, you don’t think so?” You pout jokingly, blinking quickly at him.
He slides the cake away and leans forward, a surge of confidence taking over. Just for a moment. “I already told you, I think you’re very pretty.”
You hum, holding the mischievous glint in his eye for a moment, content with his answer and the sudden boldness. So, he wasn’t all sweater paws and fluffy hair. There’s more to Jungkook than what you see on the outside and that made him all the more interesting. “How old are you this year, 24? 25?”
“Pssh, judging by that answer, I think you know that I’m older than that.”
You truly had no idea, his curiosity peaks when your face falls. “No, I really did think– wait how old are you?”
“30.”
“No shit.” You laugh. “You really don’t look a day over 25.”
“You’re just being silly, now.”
“You calling me silly? Yeah, that is giving old.” You scrunch your features, laughing at the scowl on his face that comes after.
“So, you must be in college, right?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, cutting you off before you can. “Wait! No, let me guess…22?”
“Now you’re the one being overly polite.” You snort, shaking your head, “I’m 26.”
Jungkook forms an ‘o’ shape with his lips. “That’s…still young.”
You grimace at his unconvincing tone. “Okay, well, you’re literally 30, so.”
This time when he laughs, he really laughs; it comes from his chest, and he throws his head back when the sound comes out. It’s a little squeaky, in a sweet yet dorky way, and his eyes disappear into crescent moons when he does. He seemed so much less sullen than he did when he first entered the pub, and you were glad for that, but the deep bags beneath those deep chocolate eyes of his didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Is it really always like this on a Monday?” He asks when the playful mood settles into a comfortable silence.
“Yup.” You nod slowly. “But it’s not so bad. Actually, I kind of like doing these shifts.”
“But it’s so…”
“Quiet? Empty? Yeah, but that’s exactly why it’s fun; it’s the perfect place to play pretend.” You speak with such passion, hopping up onto the counter to sit on. “I can do what I want, be who I want. No one’s around to judge me.”
Jungkook fidgets with the frames on his face before he looks up at you. “What do you mean?” He asks, intrigued.
“Just because we aren’t kids anymore, doesn’t mean we can’t play pretend.” You simplify. “You seem like you need a little bit of that in your life.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means.” You roll your eyes, hopping off the table and to the stereo to turn the volume up a little more, not so loud that the people walking by could hear, but just enough to understand the lyrics. You rush around the bar counter and reach for his arm, tugging him off the stool. “That you’ve forgotten how to have fun.”
You lead him toward the middle of the room. “Dance with me?” The song is slow, an acoustic and airy tune. The singer’s voice deceives him, makes it sound like a love song, but when he really listens the lyrics don’t talk about love. Instead, they’re asking him what is it that he’s so afraid of.
What wasn’t he afraid of?
He can tell you what he was afraid of right now; he’s afraid of the delight in your eyes when he appeases you, and the fact that you make him stumble over his words. The way you make it hard to look at you without blushing because he can’t believe you were showing interest in him; he was like a grey cloud that that took up too much space in the sky alongside the sunshine. Of course to him you were the sunshine, but you didn’t seem to be bothered by his presence one bit.
He’s been well acquainted with the feeling he gets being face-to-face with you like this, and he knows how much it hurts once that feeling ends— these are the things that he’s afraid of right now.
The actual list goes would go on for days.
Jungkook scoffs at himself when he snakes his hands around your waist, and you do a giddy little dance at his acceptance, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“I knew you had it in you.” Your grin is cheesy when you look up at him, as you start to sway with him. You let the music lead you, and it’s peaceful; your head itches to rest itself on his chest with how natural it feels to have him slow dance with you like this. You hold back your urges; in fear you’ll scare him off. He was already shy enough as it was, you were surprised he was dancing with you at all.
He surprises you when he steps away, sliding his hands along your arms to stretch them out in front of you, turning you around before pulling you back into his chest. You squeal, stumbling around and laughing when your back bounces against his chest a little harder than he intends, he lets out a small ‘oof’, but still manages to steady you with his strong hands.
“Alright, now you’re just showing off, pack it up prince charming.”
Jungkook chuckles as he moves with you with a little more confidence, twirling you around again with your hand above your head, returning to your first position. When his harm hands return to your waist he sighs, his eyes shining with melancholy. Did you say something wrong?
You clear your throat, “You know, I always hoped that I would meet a prince someday.”
Jungkook pinches his brows together, snorting in amusement. “Trust me, I’m nothing of the sort.”
“Hm. Well, you’re handsome like one, and you slow dance like one.” You hum in thought, feigning innocence. “To me, you’re just like a prince.”
“You really aren’t very subtle Y/N.”
“Subtle about what?” You tilt your head, your hand sliding up his neck, your nails lightly scraping the nape. Jungkook sighs, he can feel the goosebumps raising on his skin from your touch.
“The fact that you’re into me.” He says quietly, meeting your gaze.
“Hm.” You swipe your tongue along your bottom lip when his eyes flicker to them. “What’s your favourite fairytale?” You question him suddenly.
“Uh…” You throw him for a loop; he scrambles his brain for an answer. To be honest, he doesn’t really know if he has one. You wait with bated breath for him to reply, though. He ends up picking one at the top of his head. “I don’t know, Sleeping Beauty, maybe?”
“A Disney classic.” You nod slowly. “What do you like about it?”
“Well, like you said, it’s a classic.” He starts, looking past you into nothing as he tries to reacquaint himself with the story. “It’s adventurous, hopeful, a little sweet; the prince yearns for Aurora, fights for her, saves her, and they live happily in the end.”
“So, you’re the wholesome type.” You observe with a lifted brow. “You want a happy ending.”
“Don’t we all?” His voice comes out in barely a whisper, like he’s struggling to stay above his emotions.
“So, are you Aurora or are you the prince?”
Jungkook rolls his shoulders in slight discomfort, and his fingers twitch against your waist. “What do you mean?”
“Do you want to keep fighting, or are you wanting someone to fight for you?”
Jungkook’s taken aback by your question, and he doesn’t know how to answer it. He opens and shuts his mouth in his apparent struggle, so you ask him another question. “Are you okay, Jungkook?”
“Yeah, fine.” His words come out a little too quickly, far too easily. Like it’s his default.
You’re not buying it. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Your fingers dance along his shoulder soothingly.
“Well, for what it’s worth, you seem like you deserve it.”
“Deserve what?”
“For someone to fight for you.” You say easily. “Someone who makes love feel easy, like it’s simple.”
“Are you offering?” Jungkook jokes.
There’s a lopsided, downturned smile on your lips, averting his gaze as your cheeks turn rosy when you shrug. You gasp when you look back up at him.
When did your face get so close to his? Probably when you subconsciously rise onto the tips of your boots, so you’d be more level with him.
Jungkook furrows his brow, and he stands still when you peer up into his widening doe-eyes. His lips part so slightly that it causes your eyes to flicker to them, when you notice the small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip for the first time.
He lowers his face even closer, and you tilt your head ever so slightly, your eyes just about to close as the space between you grows smaller and smaller.
A dull bang sounds through the pub, and it pulls the both of you out of the moment. The room starts to shake, making you both look around in confusion. Jungkook’s hands only tighten around your waist when fall back down onto your feet.
“What the hell?” You murmur, turning around to face the crooked painting on the wall, walking toward it to straighten it out. When you reach for it the room shakes a little harsher than last time, causing you to stumble to the side. Jungkook races toward you, his hand hovering over your lower back as you steady yourself against a cabinet.
“Are you alright?” He breathes out in worry, and you nod, too stunned to say anything.
The low rumbling from earlier returns, and you grip onto his arm, panting in distress as you watch the pub turn upside down at the mysterious, unexplainable activity.
Your fearful eyes dart around the room, watching the glasses on the wall begin to fall and shatter, the chairs and tables sliding across the floors.
“Shit, my boss is gonna kill me— those are vintage!” You say in a panicked whine.
“You’re worried about the cups!?” He shouts over the noise, looking at you with bewilderment.
“Yes, I’m worried about the cups!” You retort.
The wooden floorboards begin to crackle beneath you, watching in horror the wood bends and begins to sink inward.
Both you and Jungkook are too mortified and confused to speak, and you cling to him when everything in the pub flies toward the newly opened hole in the ground, sucking all its contents down into the void like a magnet.
“I didn’t even say goodbye to Mittens today!” You cry loudly. “I don’t wanna die!”
“I’m not gonna let you die, alright?” He doesn’t have to shout for you to hear him say it.
Before you can think, the force grows stronger, and it drags your feet across the room. Jungkook catches your hand just in time, but it only sends him tumbling forward, causing you both to fall to the floor. In a split moment, you’re both being sucked down into the mysterious hole, and you shut your eyes so tight as if to will the moment to be one big, extravagant nightmare.
The commotion comes to an abrupt end once the two of you vanish into the ground— it was as the two of you had never existed in this lifetime.
You brace yourself as your fall, awaiting the impact of colliding into the ground that never does come. After shivering and whimpering for a few moments, you only feel grass beneath your fingers as you hold your eyes closed.
“Are…you okay?”
You tilt your head before you open your eyes to see Jungkook. He’s staring back at you as you blink wildly at him.
The first thought that you have is that he glows prettily beneath the sun that beats down on the both of you, lightening his dark coloured eyes and bringing out a honey colour in them. His hair is neatly combed over and a little floppy due its softness. His eyes still sparkled in the same way, lips pouting in worry for your wellbeing, especially when you take your time to answer him. You’re both on your hands and knees, and he tilts his head when you say nothing, only staring dumbfounded at him.
The glasses that he wore before are gone, and you find yourself already missing the way he fiddles with them when he’s nervous. When you come back down to earth, you rise to your knees to sit on your calves.
You immediately cover your amused smile with your hand when the rest of him is revealed, stifling your laughter. “What–” You giggle, a small snort coming out of your nose. “What are you wearing?”
Jungkook looks down with a frown, looking just as confused when he realises that he’s no longer wearing his hoodie and sweats from before. “What the fuck?”
“Nice tailcoat, prince charming.” You snicker.
“Okay, well, you’re literally wearing a–oh.” You stand up and dust yourself off, revealing the soiled white dress with a brown bodice. “Um.”
You lift the skirts of your old-looking dress, revealing your beat-up boots. You look toward the nicely kept ones Jungkook were wearing; they sat just below his knees, and they were black with gold detailing. The black trousers he wears are tucked into them; a simple cream coloured tunic compliments his broad shoulders. He looks like he belongs in a fairytale.
“Oh wow, you really have a way with words, Jungkook.” You snort.
“Sorry, that’s not what I– I’m just…what are we wearing?” He furrows his brow. “And where the hell are we?”
You attempt to get up and walk but you stumble in your haste, and he’s at your side quickly to hold your arms, helping you to steady your balance. You use the time resting against him to take a better look at your surroundings.
Right now, all you see is grass and field, but when you look over your shoulder there is an entire town on the horizon, and behind that town is a large stone-build castle. White and gold flags are littered around the large building, swaying proudly in the wind. The highest point reaches just beneath the clouds. Jungkook follows your gaze, and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Woah.” He marvels. “Is that a castle?”
You turn around to look at him, smirking triumphantly. “I knew it.” You poke at his chest, drawing his attention back to you. He flinches, rubbing the spot you jabbed. “I knew you were a prince.”
“What? I’m not–”
“What did you wish for Jungkook?” You take a step toward him, and he takes one back. “You wished for something interesting, what is it?”
“You can’t just tell someone what you wish for, it wouldn’t come…” His body slowly slumps with guilt when the realisation hits him, “…true.”
You fold your arms over your chest, lifting a brow.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I see.” Jungkook clears his throat. “I wished…I wished for a fairytale ending.” He murmurs the last two words, embarrassment shading his face bright red.
“A fairytale ending?” You frown, letting your arms fall. “Ending as in…oh, so we’re gonna be stuck here forever, cool cool.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What? No, that can’t– I have work tomorrow, ah shit, I have things to do!” He starts to pace, scratching the back of his head in a nervous tick. “My dad is going to kill me, what the hell am I gonna do?” He mutters under his breath.
“Hey, hey, calm down.” When you grab his wrist to stop him, he does and looks at you, the panic in his eyes beginning to dissipate when he sees your soft smile. “At least we’re here together?” You try, shrugging sheepishly. “I’ll help you figure this out, don’t panic just yet. There’s probably a reason why we’re here; I’m sure once we figure it out, we can go back home.”
You were right, he wasn’t alone, and you were here with him. That made things less daunting for sure, and knowing himself, he’d probably be hyperventilating in the middle of nowhere if you weren’t. Your optimism calms him down like you hope it would.
“For what it’s worth, I still think you’re really pretty.”
You look down at your rags for clothing before you scoff at him. “An indentured servant that lives on the streets is your type, then?”
Jungkook parts his lips to rebut, but you cut him off. “You’re a prince now, Jungkook a real one.” You grip his shoulders and shake him; your smile is a strange mixture of excitement for him and slight disappointment; he sees it the moment you smile a little bit too big for a little too long. You step away from him when he doesn’t answer, searching your features for more answers.
“Your highness!” From beyond the field a woman calls. At first Jungkook doesn’t really react, but your eyes grow big; you slap his chest and cock your head in the direction of the woman that’s approaching the both of you with shortened breaths. “Goodness, your highness! I have been searching all over–”
“Mary?” You furrow your brows, squinting as you walk by him and toward the woman.
At the name, Jungkook freezes, and he can’t find himself to turn around just yet. Mary. Maybe it’s a different Mary that you know? If that was true…then why would someone that has nothing to do with him be doing here in his wish?
Your older sibling sighs, her dress is cleaner and prettier and is a purply-wine colour; her hair is done up neatly in a braided bun. Her attire is far nicer and more elegant than the rags on your body. You look as if you’ve been rolling in the mud.
“Sister, you shouldn’t be seen alone with the little prince, you know what people will say!”
“Little prince?” Jungkook whispers to himself. He turns around slowly, already shaking on the inside because that was definitely her— that was Mary’s voice, and that was the very thing she once called him when he was younger, and when he turns around to see her, the sight of her takes his breath away. “Mary?”
His voice is too quiet for her to notice, busy talking to you with a firm tone that he’s never heard used on himself. Mary was always gentle and patient. This expression of disappointment looked new on her once forgiving features.
“Just because I am his handmaiden, does not make it okay for you to frolic through meadows with him, Y/N.” She scolds you quietly, and you’re taken aback by her stern demeanour. “You must remember your place.”
You scoff in offence at her words. “My place? ”
She ignores you then, and looks over your shoulder at Jungkook, who is looking between you and the first woman he ever loved.
“Your highness.” Mary bows at Jungkook, “We must go, your father calls upon you.” The politeness in which she treats Jungkook with makes your face fall, a stark difference to the scolding you just received from her.
You’ve always been close with your sister, but seeing her now, she seemed frustrated with your presence. While she was always an overprotective sister, and you’ve had your fair share of squabbles and fights, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her and to meet again this way truthfully hurts you a little. To think you were about to hug her and tell her that you’ve missed her. You scoff again, shaking your head.
Jungkook obeys her wordlessly, looking at you with furrowed brows as he stumbles by you and toward his…Mary.
“Jung–” Your sister throws you a sharp look, as if to forbid you from finishing his name. “I can’t even call him by his name?”
“Go home, little sister.”
“But Jungkook–”
“Go.” You know that tone, the one she only ever used when she was furious.
You turn with a huff, trudging through the thick, green grass mumbling curses to your sister under your breath. You don’t even know where you’re going, you only turn further away from the castle and the town that Mary and Jungkook make their way back toward. You stop mid track, looking back over your shoulder one last time at them, and sure enough, Jungkook is doing the same. He shares with you a sorrowful smile that only lasts a second.
“We’ll find each other, don’t worry.” He mouths to you from afar, flashing you a nervous closed-lipped smile.
He disappears behind the hill with your sister, and you’re left in the middle of nowhere, in a land that you never even knew existed in the first place.
This should be a dream come true. Everyone has wished at least once in their lives that they could live in a fantasy land like this; to be a prince or a princess, to be someone important and loved, but this isn’t quite your fate, it seemed. This was Jungkook’s story, not yours, and by the looks of things, you were here to hang back in the sidelines with no real purpose to his story other than to be his escort.
You’re surprised Jungkook goes with her so easily, looking at her as if he knew her, that her presence was a comfort to him. You frown at this, wondering if he knew her from somewhere. Where would he have known your sister from?
Did Jungkook like older women?
“Why do you even care, Y/N.” You throw your skirts up in frustration, plopping down beside a large tree that hides you from the blaring morning sun.
You lean back against the tree’s thick trunk, looking down at the dirt hiding beneath your fingernails. You recoil at the state of them “Gross.” this was such a huge pet peeve of yours. “Ugh…” You dig some of the dirt from underneath your nails before you look down the hill to spot them again. You can just hear the echoes of Mary laughing at something Jungkook says, and he smiles radiantly at her when she does. You try to push down the strange feeling that swirls around in your gut at the sight of them together.
“How do you know him…” You wonder to yourself out loud, eyes narrowed in their direction.
Mary was the type of older sister that you looked up to when you were a little girl. Once upon a time, you thought she was perfect, that she had it all. She had boys at her feet, a plan for her future, got a well-paying job early on and saved her own money. It helped that she really liked her job, too, she always came home and told you all about her day with the little boy she babysat.
You remember how fondly she spoke of him, and how she felt terribly for him; his parents were never around, and it was the reason she told you to never take your mother and father for granted. This poor little boy was the reason that Mary told you to hug your mother and father tightly every night before you slept, and to thank them for taking care of you. To this day, you still do this every time you see them, and it has always been worth it to see the twinkle in their eyes when you do.
She never did tell you that little boy’s name.
You eventually head down the hill in the direction they went earlier, after you’ve allowed yourself to calm the slight frustration that you sister caused in you. There’s a small bridge that leads you into the streets of the town. You enter cautiously, frowning because the town is dull and colourless.
The townspeople that surround you are sullen as they work for a shilling enough to buy bread for supper to give to their children, begging passersby to purchase from their stalls. You look on with horror as you walk further down the filthy streets, a mother with a wailing baby pushed past you, her own tears streaming down her face as she hushes the child close to her chest.
Women with dresses that looked like yours wandered around and lingered around the men who looked like they had money, and they would look over their shoulders in shame when they would relent to their calculated seduction.
This was no fairytale.
You think about Jungkook hoping that wherever he was now was nicer than here, and for a brief moment, you find yourself curious as to what he’d make of all of this. You realise that the town has nothing to do with him and his story, just as you had nothing to do with it.
“Y/N!” Someone unfamiliar calls your name, and you turn to search for the culprit. A tall man with dark hair and a boxy smile wave at you, his newsboy cap in hand. He weaves through the people to reach you. “Good morning.” This stranger is awfully eager to see you.
“Hello…?”
“Have you hit your head?” He jokes. “It’s me, Taehyung.”
“Tae–” You shake your head, not recognising this name. “You know what, I think I did hit my head.”
“Let’s get you into the taverns and fetch you a drink then, yes?” He barely gives you an option, dragging you away through the town and further away from Jungkook.
Jungkook enters the large castle in foot of the poised woman that hurried through the corridors. She holds her skirts up as to not step on them, and he struggles to keep her pace even though she is wearing heeled boots. He stumbles over his own footing, distracted as he looks over the inside of the castle with awe.
“So, what does my dad want?”
Mary looks over her shoulder, baffled by his casual tone. “I do not know, he seemed to be adamant about speaking to you.”
“To yell at me for something, probably.” Jungkook scoffs under his breath. “I thought this was meant to be a fairytale…”
“Apologies, what was that you said, your highness?”
“Never mind.” He sighs. She turns and looks ahead once again. It felt like the halls were winding and never-ending. Jungkook thinks he would find it very exhausting to live in a castle, he wouldn’t know what to do with all this space, coming from a small one-bedroom apartment in the city of Seoul.
“Can I ask you something?”
“But of course your highness, you may do as you wish— you are the prince.”
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “…Right, well,” he clears his throat, “Why can’t I be seen with Y/N, exactly?”
His question causes Mary stop in her tracks, turning her head but not quite looking at him. “You know why.” She says quietly, before turning to face him. “My sister is a dirty commoner girl with no respect or manners, and she lacks work ethic–”
“Woah, woah, woah.” Jungkook furrows his brow. “Excuse me? Are you not her sister? Does that not also make you a commoner?”
“I work in the castle; I am not a commoner.”
“Jesus, wow. I honestly didn’t expect this from you, Mary.” He scoffs, muttering under his breath. “I guess I was completely wrong about you.”
His words sting her, but she hides this with a scowl. “And you are still the same reckless little boy who is careless and just as disrespectful as her!”
“Your sister is much nicer than you are, you know?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “What does my dad want to talk to me about anyway, he’s the king, don’t tell me he’s retiring in this world as well.”
“This is nothing to jest over, your highness.” Mary grits through her teeth. “Your father is ill, and you know that he has no control over that.”
“What do you mean? My dad is sick?” He shakes his head in denial. “No, that isn’t true; the last time I saw him he seemed perfectly fine.”
“A king never shows that he is weak— you of all people should know this.” Jungkook blinks at Mary, taking in her hard-hitting words. “You may not yet be the king, but you still have a duty, one in which thousands of lives rely on you to protect them and their home in this kingdom once your father is gone.”
“I…I can’t do that, I’m literally just…I just work in an office– I’m...I’m not even meant to be here!” He holds his hands up next to his head defensively in his outburst, suddenly overwhelmed with this new reality. Even in a fake reality, he can’t escape the shadow of his father.
“How long has he been sick?”
“Almost two years now, your highness, you know that.”
“Can we…go and see him now?”
“Yes, of course.” Her features soften in a fleeting moment that reminds him of the girl he once knew.
Jungkook nearly steps on Mary’s skirts in his hurried steps the rest of the way there, feeling as if he was running out of time. She doesn’t scold him for it, doesn’t even spare him a glance, her fists tighten against the material of her skirts when she hears him sniffle.
Once his governess, and now his handmaiden, Mary cared deeply for the boy who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved and to do so freely, without the burden of duty getting in his way.
Mary saw the way Jungkook looked at her younger sister, how the love that he had in his heart for you grew slowly, surely and all at once. His feelings are the reason why she had been so harsh with you in the first place, only trying to shield you from what might become of you if his parents discovered that he preferred to spend his days with a reckless woman with no direction in her life – and worst of all – a woman who wasn’t a princess.
A prince and a girl that worked in the taverns serving beer to smelly, lowly, old men? That wasn’t the type of woman Jungkook’s parents wanted for him, and they’ve been adamant about that since the beginning.
Before becoming the prince’s governess, Mary was a baker. She worked tirelessly as a young girl from dusk until dawn, making fresh bread and pastries for the townspeople, in hopes to make enough coin to look after herself and her pregnant mother. Her mother had injured herself to a point she could no longer work, and her father left because of this, despite giving her mother another child to raise alone.
The queen stumbled upon the shop one gloomy morning, offering the little girl a job in the castle as a baker after tasting one of her freshly baked cookies. “My, young miss, you have a gift! These are the most delightful goods I have tasted in all my days!” The queen tells the little baker.
So, she did what any smart person would do, she accepted her proposal. This meant she had to leave her poor pregnant mother to fend for herself. Of course, her mother had never held that against Mary. She only commended, insisted that she went and gave herself a better life than the one that they lived in the town. What had Mary holding on back then was the promise that her mother would write to her every day to give her updates on the baby.
One day, when the queen had begun to struggle looking after her only child on her own, it was Mary she chose to become his governess at only 12 years old, having been recognised for her calm and proper nature; her professionalism and her steadfast work ethics had prompted the promotion.
The three-year-old boy was noisy, crying constantly and threw tantrums from the night into the next morning, but Mary’s presence soothed him as the queen hoped that it would.
They got along well from the very start. Mary was Jungkook’s very first friend, even if she was much older. When he was four, Mary taught him about the stars on a night that he refused to go to sleep, explained to him how each one represented a soul that was waiting for their one true love.
“But there are so many of them, Miss Y/L/N.” The young boy pouts. “Are they dead?”
“Some are dead, some have not yet lived, some sparkle brightly next to their loves that have returned to them in the sky, shining together.” She explains to the little boy, who is successfully amused by this just as she knew he would be. Jungkook always enjoyed the stories that were about love.
“Wow…” He marvels, staring up at the night sky in amazement.
“Is my love up there waiting for me?”
“They could be, if they are not yet born, of course.”
“I hope they are as nice and beautiful as you are, Miss Mary.”
Soon thereafter, you were born.
Mary was given a day of leave to meet you for the first time, and she swears that she had never felt more happiness than to look upon her little sister for the first time. “I will cherish our sisterhood and look after you with every part of my being.” She promises the infant that smiles up at her in wonder. “My baby sister, I will never love anyone more than I love you— I’ll do anything for you.”
You were a menace from the start. As a toddler, you ran freely in the streets in nothing but your sleeping gown to steal bread from the stalls when the baker would turn his back. You would wander off into the woods to gather berries and leaves and sticks for play. You were an improper little lady.
Which is exactly why you were a hindrance in Jungkook’s life since the very first day that you met him. Mary was spending the day with you in the fields on one of her days off, watching you chase the fluff of dandelions that blew through the sky as she leaned back and basked in the sun.
A 14-year-old Jungkook finds her there. Taller, proper— the beginnings of a prince.
“Your highness!” Mary scrambles to her feet, bowing her body low to him. “Y/N, psst, Y/N!” She calls over to you, and you turn your head toward them with a pout and tilt. You skip over to your sister’s side and take her hand. “Bow, silly girl!” She scolds you through her teeth.
Jungkook raises his brow when you ask why. An amused smile cracks onto his lips.
“Y/N!”
You roll your eyes and groan, curtsying. “How do you do.” You say with a nasally, mocking tone. Mary lets out an exasperated breath, her cheeky little sister was going to get her into trouble some day.
“This is your sister?” He asks through a chuckle.
“Yes, this is Y/N, and I sincerely apologise for her behaviour.”
“Nonsense, I think that she is funny.” He hides his hands behind his back, his broad shoulders are straight, and he stands tall with certainty and an air of confidence. You ogle at the little prince; you shift shyly under his fond eyes, thinking that he seemed so important, so regal.
You had no idea as a 10-year-old girl that Jungkook didn’t feel that way at all. He had always been his own worst enemy.
Ever since you were old enough to do so alone, you would wait at the doors for your sister to emerge from the castle. You’d mock and tease the guards that paid you no mind, and when they had grown boring to you, you plucked the white and yellow dandelions from the overgrown grass around the front of the gates.
One day, it’s not your sister who greets you there. Jungkook finds you wandering past the gates and toward the flower beds, looking around yourself to check if the coast is clear before you pluck one of the pink roses from the garden. He raises his brow as he approaches you slowly.
You turn with a gasp, hiding the stolen flower behind your back.
Instead of getting angry at you like you expect him to, he joins you, plucks one of the red ones and hands it to you. “You like them? Take them, they are yours.”
Jungkook was amused by your wild antics and free-spirited nature, and ever since then, you had spent a lot of time together.
Once you had become a young woman at 18, Jungkook began to treat you differently. Instead of allowing you to steal the roses from the flower bed, he brought you bouquets of all of the prettiest flowers in the castle’s gardens, so that you were never short of florals to decorate your home with. He would meet you by the oak tree that looked over the kingdom atop of the hill after dark, to read you poems and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
Jungkook had grown to love you, and nothing was ever going to change how he felt. Not his father, or his mother, not Mary— not even you.
This version of himself doesn’t have any idea just how much you truly mean to him, but he does know that you are out there wandering an unfamiliar world alone. He needs to get to you soon, but first, he has to see if it’s really true.
When the large oak doors creek open to reveal the man that sits upon his throne, his crown looking heavy atop his head, his face pale and his hair white. Jungkook doesn’t want to accept that what Mary had told him was true— his father seemed to be truly sick.
“Dad?” He whispers, standing with a hunched back in front of the man who looked sullen, his features soft in exhaustion, his eyes are closed as he rests his hand on his temple. Mary elbows his side, and he notices her curtsying. He bows quickly, clearing his throat before he greets the king. “Father.” He corrects himself.
The king blinks his heavy eyes as they open, seemingly glad to see his son standing before him. “Jungkook, my son!” Jungkook looks up in confusion, his father has never seemed this cheerful to see him before. “Come sit beside your father.” He waves him over, coughing into his fist shortly after having used the only burst of energy he seemed to have.
He looks back at Mary and she bows, heading for the door, and it makes him nervous to be left alone with him. Was his father going to scold him for something he doesn’t even know that he did? It wouldn’t be the first time. It’s more nerve wracking that it’s clear that he doesn’t belong here, from a completely different world where he doesn’t stay straight and doesn’t speak in that same articulated and polite way that Mary seemed to speak. Worst of all, what if this version of his father was just as unrelenting as the father he knew back home, or even worse? This man has the power to kill people, that alone makes him all the scarier.
But when Jungkook gets close enough, his father reaches for his hands to grab, tapping on them of affectionately. His eyes are filled with pride, and there’s a smile on his face that he’s never seen on his dad’s face before, if ever. Jungkook is flabbergasted, to say the least.
“I need to discuss something with you, Jungkook.”
Those were famous words in his dad’s vocabulary. Jungkook sits on the smaller seat beside his throne with a concerned lower of his brows.
“As you know, my condition worsens by the day.” He starts, and his words hit Jungkook harder than he ever thought they would. Then again, he never really imagined a world in which his father was sick. Would he even tell him if he was? Probably not. “Which means I have to be firm with you, my boy: it is time you choose a wife and begin prepare for your reign as the king.”
“How long?”
“Well, the ball is tonight–”
“How long do you have, dad?” His voice is laced with desperation, his eyes glossy as he leans forward, gripping the arm of his father’s throne. He looks at his son with wide eyes, it’s blasphemy for him to treat his king this way, but he can’t bring himself to care.
He was old, sick, but Jungkook could tell by the look in his eyes that things like a ball were such meaningless things to him. He seemed happy just to have Jungkook sitting beside him.
“A month they tell me.” He reveals, putting his hand on top of Jungkook’s. “Perhaps two, if I am lucky.”
Jungkook looks up when a strained whimper leaves his lips, blowing out a breath through pucker lips. Don’t cry. This isn’t real. None of this is real. This is all just pretend.
“The ball is tonight, my son; the most beautiful young ladies and princesses come from all over the world for you to meet.” He expresses with excitement. “I met your mother this way, I fell in love with her the moment that I saw her.”
Jungkook smiles, looking down at their hands. He hasn’t felt this much love from his father before. He doesn’t remember a time he held his hands this way, so he cherishes it and doesn’t hurry to pull them away. “What if–”
“You are a good man Jungkook, a strong and brave man who knows what he wants, and I love you deeply.” He cuts him off, willing him to look into his eyes when he says. “When choosing to love someone for forever, you must choose wisely, and you must be sure.” He gives Jungkook a tight smile, returning his hands into his lap. “I know what is in your heart, boy. As I near my end, I realise it would be wrong of me to stand in the way of what you want, to keep you from the girl who has always held your heart in her hands.”
Jungkook can’t hold it in any longer and lets his tears fall. He blows raspberries to hide his sobs and turns his eyes up when his father takes his cheeks so that he can look at him. “But for your mother’s sake, do at least try to attend this ball, give it a chance. Who knows, you may have fun.”
Jungkook isn’t entirely sure what the king means when tells Jungkook to follow his heart, so he applies his words to the life that he knows, the one in which he comes from; he pretends as if he is telling Jungkook to pursue his dreams, to do the things he’s always wanted to do with his life.
In this world, it seems as if he chases after a girl that no one approves of; if he found this girl, and professes his love, maybe that was his way out of this place.
If he wasn’t able to follow his dreams in his own life, he would like to at least feel some sort of satisfaction to know this version of him gets to live happily ever after.
“Taehyung?”
He sits you down at a table, humming as he poor’s you a drink and hands it to you. Looking down into the cup, you sniff it and groan, putting it aside. You weren’t much of a day drinker. “Do you know where I can find the prince?”
Taehyung freezes, his back facing you. He poor’s himself his own drink and chugs it until it is emptied and fills the cup again. Cracking his neck. “The prince?” He scoffs. “You mean, the backstabbing bastard that shunned me and my mother to the streets?”
“What?” You shake your head. “What do you mean?”
He saunters over to the table and pulls out the chair, letting it screech against the floorboards before plopping down onto it. “I have told you this story so many times before and you never believe me.”
“Tell me again, I forgot.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath, cocking his head to the side with a hurt laugh. “Jeon fucking Jungkook…”
“Were you friends?”
Taehyung shrugs. “I thought that we were.”
He runs a hand through his hair. You can see the pained look in his expression as he stares into his cup, swirling it around. “Then what happened?” You try again, leaning forward on the table.
“We were best friends since we were young.” He starts, swallowing thickly. “I lived in the castle with my mother; she was the queen’s handmaiden.”
“The queen hadn’t allowed Jungkook to interact with the other children until he was ten, that was when he and I met. We were fast friends. We did everything together; we attended balls together, sparred together, went horse back riding together. He even taught me about the lovers in the stars; we kissed on that night—we were only 16 then.” Taehyung keeps laughing as he tells the story to you, like he needs to in order to keep himself together. “The day I planned to tell him how I felt him, I saw him with a girl underneath the tree that we used to stargaze beneath together. It was dark, I couldn’t see her face. That traitor ran away from his feelings, could not face them like a man.”
“I wrote him a letter, still deep in my delusions, thinking that I was overthinking things. He just had to love me back, we kissed for christ’s sake! That had to have meant something to him.” He pounds his fist into the table, garnering few stairs from other’s in the tavern.
“Someone must have found that letter because the next day, they kicked me and my mother out to the streets. My mother caught a flu in our search for a home, and I lost her to it— I fucking hate Jeon Jungkook, he ruined my life.”
“I…” you’re at a loss for words. “Taehyung, I didn’t–”
“This refreshes your memory, then?” When you don’t say anything, he scoffs. “If you do find the prince, tell him that I hope he rots in hell.” He pushes his chair back and storms off.
How odd. You wonder what this Taehyung person meant to Jungkook in his real life; how much of this reality was true, and how much of it was make believe?
We can never truly know what lies within another person’s heart. Jungkook was always so scared of rejection that he thought the best way to avoid it was to run away. He will never know how Taehyung felt, how hurt he was that Jungkook ran away from him.
But that was in the past now, they’ve both moved on with their lives.
You leave the tavern, perplexed by what had just occurred as you wander back through the streets, sitting by a pond just on the outskirts of the town. There, you pick up small rocks and pebbles to skip across the murky waters, wondering how any of this was possible.
This had to be some sort of weird dream.
It’s your sister that finds you there, the quiet clack of her boots against the concrete causing you to look up from the water.
“Oh, it’s you.” You grumble.
“Nice to see you, too, baby sister.”
“Not a baby.”
“You will always be one in my eyes.” She coos, pouting playfully at you.
“Pah.” You drop your face into your palms, groaning. “Ugh, what did I get myself into? I just met this guy…” You look to your side when you feel her presence next to you. “Why is it always the ones with the pretty faces that get you into trouble?” You pout at your sister, and your words make her laugh. The sound makes you smile warmly.
“It is not all Jungkook’s fault, sister; you just had to go and charm the prince of all the men in this kingdom.” She jokes with you.
“Me? What do you mean.”
“I know that you love him, you told me yourself.”
Your eyes practically fall out of your head. “Uh, what— me?”
“Yes, you.” she shoves her arm lightly into yours. When the laughter dies down, she sighs. “I know it must worry you that the ball is tonight.”
“The…ball?”
“Yes, the ball in which the prince chooses his bride, many noble women will attend in hopes to win over his affections.” She tells you in an obvious manner.
That sounded just like it did in the story books.
“I see.” The lower in your posture doesn’t go unnoticed by Mary. She bites her lip, frowning when you pick up another small rock and toss is expertly across the water to make it bounce. Without thinking, she opens her mouth again.
“And I think that you should be there.”
“Huh?” You gawk at her, bewildered by the suggestion. “A couple of hours ago you didn’t even let me say his damn name, and now you think I should crash his ball and ruin his chances of finding a princess?”
Mary lowers her head sheepishly, flashing her a pretty grin with a nervous chuckle.
“I don’t understand this version of you.” You click your tongue, shaking your head. “Even if I did, what the hell am I going to wear, this?” You throw your grubby skirts up and Mary gasps, flattening it against your legs.
“Y/N! What if someone sees?”
“Sees what? My underwear?” You cackle. “You lot are so modest, you’d probably have a heart attack over some of the things you’d see back home.”
“Home? But is your home. Just what are you blabbering on about, sister? You and Jungkook both have been talking so strangely today.”
You tap your fingers against your thighs, debating with yourself. If you told her, would she even believe you? You decide to try your chances, since by the sounds of things you already have a reputation of your own around here.
“Can I tell you something a little crazy? But you have to swear you’ll keep it to yourself.”
“You are my little sister, Y/N, I promised you I would always protect you.” She laughs as if it offends her to think she wouldn’t keep your secret. She rests an encouraging hand on your leg.
“Well, Jungkook and I aren’t…from here.”
Mary’s face is blank, thinking it must be another one of your strange jests her smile grows and she begins to laugh. “What do you mean? Of course you are, you were born here, silly.”
“No, like… we came from an alternate universe.”
Mary narrows her eyes, blinking at you with a stupefied expression on her face. “…Pardon?”
“We came from a different reality. Like, he and I only just met a couple of hours ago. It seems like we existed in this one already…but this isn’t our real lives. We have no idea what’s going on here.” You try to explain, but you feel confused yourself saying the words out loud. “It was his birthday, and I gave him cake and told him to make a wish and, well, next thing we knew we got sucked into a black hole and ended up here.”
You let the quiet take over, allowing Mary to process your words. You can tell that at first, she wants to laugh again and ask if you’re feeling okay, but in the end, she just nods slowly, as if to come to terms with it all. You chew your lip, waiting for her to respond.
“Well then, now I must tell you something.” Mary says finally, taking your hand as if to brace you.
“The prince is completely, irrevocably in love with you.”
Your sister smiles at you brightly when she reveals this to you. “And you love him, too, but you have yet to tell him so…and that is my fault. I kept him from you, even though you told me many times that you would rather die than be without him.”
“That’s a little dramatic.” You mutter, puckering your lips awkwardly. You and Jungkook are in love in this universe, and that had made you feel shy. It felt a little intimidating to know that a stranger was a stranger in one life, and in another he was the love of your life. You find yourself not really thinking of Jungkook as a stranger now though, instead, he is the one most familiar to you, despite your sister sitting beside you now.
“In this alternate universe you speak of…what does Jungkook mean to you there?” She asks you.
“Well, I work in a pub, a really quiet one, I don’t get much but a job’s a job, right?” You laugh, only trying to convince yourself of this. “He came in tonight looking rough, like real rough. He looked tired and hungry and just completely over everything. He didn’t know that I was feeling the same thing tonight, I’ve just always been better at hiding it, I guess.”
Mary shuffles closer as she listens to your story, intrigued by all these strange details. She wondered briefly what this other world looked like. Is a pub something like the tavern than you worked in here? She shoves her curiosity down for now.
“The kitchen was closed, but I asked him to stay for cake. I don’t know why I did, maybe because I knew how he was feeling. Mondays at work are quiet, and he seemed like he needed a friend. I kind of pieced together that it was his birthday after spending a little time with him, I fed him, tried my best to make him laugh, I don’t know.” You babble, shaking your head because you feel embarrassed to admit this out loud. “I turned out to be right though, which is crazy, right? After that we talked, and he laughed at my jokes and God, it made my heart race. He was really shy at first but when he opened up and he smiled at me, I knew I couldn’t let him leave, I wanted to keep making him smile.”
“How romantic.” Mary sighs dreamily. “If you found each other in that world too, that sounds an awful lot like a soulmate, yes?”
You shrug. “I never really actually believed in that kind of thing. Like sure, it would be nice in theory, but surely this is just one huge coincidence.”
“Perhaps he’s always been closer than you think, maybe it just took a little more time for you to find each other in your world.” She squeezes your shoulder tenderly. “You are here now, together, in a universe in which you love one another deeply…that must mean something.”
This was the very thing that you always cherished about your sister; this was the Mary that you had always known and loved: your personal cheerleader and number one supporter in everything. Your sister was the one that always convinced you that anything was possible if you just gave it a chance.
“I have a dress, a white one with pink embraided flowers all over them. It is no ball gown, nothing truly fancy, but it is enough. I keep this dress for special work occasions like a ball, where I have to dress nicer to keep up appearances when visitors come.” She tucks your hair behind your ear and holds your chin up. “Besides, your natural beauty will outshine any dress that you wear.”
“You are so hard to stay mad at.” You push her away lightly, but she only chuckles at your evident bashfulness. “Hugs!” You squeak, wrapping your arms around the side of your sister, squeezing her and swinging back and forth.
“Alright, alright! Goodness, I do not think you have ever hugged me this tightly before.” She laughs, giving you a soft look when you apologise sheepishly. “It was lovely, you are not very affectionate usually.”
“Well, in my universe, you told me once that I should always be thankful for the people that I love. You told me that I should always be kind to Ma and Pa and always give them a hug and a kiss and thank them for everything that they did for us— it was the best piece of advice I have ever gotten.”
“How profound of me.” She chuckles softly. “So…our father is still with us…in your universe?”
“Oh yeah, that old geezer is still alive and kicking. Still very much in love with Mama.”
She grows teary-eyed to hear this, holding her hands over her heart. “I am glad to hear this.”
You pout and rub her arm to comfort her, you’re not entirely sure what your story is here, but you decide not to ask. You only assume that your father isn’t in the picture, and that it is a painful memory for her. “I’m really sorry, Mare.”
“Yes, me too.” She shakes her head, blinking away any oncoming tears. “But never mind this, let’s get you cleaned and ready for tonight. We must find Jungkook so we can find a way to get the both of you back where you belong.”
“You’ll help us?” You beam hopefully.
“Of course. You are much too strange; I would like my real sister back.”
“Okay, ouch.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m starting to worry about him, he kind of seems like the type to freak out when things go awry, so…”
Everything has gone awry, and Jungkook is freaking out.
It takes him what feels like forever to find his bedroom, or his ‘chambers’, as these people seemed to refer to it as; this place was like a goddamn maze, and he thought the office building was hard enough to navigate.
When he does eventually get to it, he presses his back against the wall besides the door and slides down it, running a hand through his hair. “Why can I never do anything right?” He throws his head against the wall with a dull thud. He could’ve wished for anything, although all of this felt a lot more like a test than a wish at this point.
Why the hell did he ask for something like this? Deep down, Jungkook knows the answer.
Because Jungkook longed to feel the way Mary made him feel when he was a little boy. He wanted to be reminded of what it felt like when anything was possible, when his imagination made life feel like life was full of magic if he had just believed. He wanted to live the type of life that felt like a fairytale, one in which he could be the prince of his own story. Not the king because he didn’t ever feel the need to be on top; he didn’t care for perfection or power.
Besides, the prince was the one that found love in the most unexpected ways, the most exciting kind of ways that felt like more than just a knowing glance from across the room. It was the prince who found a love worth fighting for, no matter the struggles and pains it put him through, it was the prince that put his heart and soul into the things he was passionate about— it was the prince that always wound up triumphant in the end.
Thinking about it all now, seeing Mary again after going an entire decade being apart from her, he didn’t feel how he thought he was going to feel. Those strong feelings he once had for her didn’t quite come flooding back like he thought they would, despite thinking about her every now and then, pondering the what if’s. She was still just as beautiful as the day he walked into his home when he was six, but suddenly that didn’t matter to him.
Jungkook had realised in that moment that Mary was no longer apart of the fairytale ending that he longed for— maybe she never really was. He wasn’t sure if that was because this Mary was completely different to the girl that practically raised him, or if it was because of you.
It’s almost comical to him that you ended up being her younger sister. That would explain why your smile seemed so familiar to him at first, but that it didn’t make the butterflies feel any less meaningful to him. It was you he was thinking of now, wondering where you were and if you were okay. It’s your eyes that he sees as he shuts his eyes, reminded of how wonderfully full of life they were whenever you shared your happiness with him in your laughter. He was a little disheartened to know that when he opened them that he wasn’t back at the pub, but he felt better knowing that he could still find you here.
You sang to him, you danced with him, igniting the parts of his soul he’s tried years to push down and ignore, convinced that they would never see the light of day again.
Did you feel it, too? Did you feel the shift in the air when you looked up at him with heavy eyes? Did you want him to kiss you? Were you waiting for him to?
But what if it was just harmless flirting for you? What if you merely pitied the sloppily dressed 30-year-old loser that walked into the pub, just so that he wouldn’t go home and cry himself to sleep?
You probably wouldn’t like him once you got to know him, once you realised how backboneless he was.
He is so angry with himself— he wishes he weren’t so sensitive.
Jungkook felt pathetic when the king showed him kindness. The man had looked like his father, sounded just like him, but he knew there was no way in hell that could actually be him. His father would never, and he means never, support anything Jungkook wanted. Not even on his death bed, because his father was just that relentless and adamant that he knew what was good for his son.
Jungkook ends up doing what he planned to do on his birthday after all. He crawls into the bed, one that isn’t even his, buries his face into the silk covered pillows and cries quietly to himself. He cries because he’s so far away from home, he cries because he regrets the way his life has turned out, cries because he is doomed to be consumed by a life he never wanted.
But doesn’t quite get to cry himself to sleep.
“Jungkook?”
He sits up on the bed, sniffling as he looks at the door where a familiar voice calls to him from beyond his room. The knock that comes after has him frantically wiping at his tear-stained cheeks, clambering off the bed and straightening out his clothes. “W–who’s there?”
It’s you.
He visibly brightens at the sight of you coming through the door with a sunny grin that hides your eyes.
“Jungkook.” You sigh happily, walking toward him with open arms, he meets you halfway and wraps his around you. The height difference forces you onto the tips of your toes so that you can wrap your arms around his shoulders. The smell of your perfume still lingers in your hair, the same soft cotton with a hint of a sweet floral he noticed back when you swayed together to a gentle tune.
“Are you alright?” You ask him when you fall back flat on your feet, squeezing his arms just before you remove your touch altogether.
“I’m fine, I just…I’m really sorry for getting you into this mess, Y/N.”
“Pfft.” The lopsided smile on your face is relaxed. You hide your fidgeting hands behind your back that give away your nerves when you say, “You just wished for something different. I like different, different is fun.” You shrug. “It could always be worse, you know?”
“So, you don’t wanna kill me, then?”
“Oh, I do wanna to kill you.” You nod enthusiastically. “I can do that later though. You know…when we get back and you clean up all the mess you caused at my workplace? I’ll watch, of course.”
“No, yeah! Duh, I was gonna do that anyway…” Jungkook is beet red at this point as he babbles timidly, turning his face away from your playful glare.
You struggle to stop smiling when you speak again. “Mary told me there was a ball that lots of hot chicks will be at that all wanna get hitched with you.”
“Gah, no, I–” He groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Jesus, this is so embarrassing.”
“Should I be jealous, Jungkook?”
“No, of course not, I–” You start to giggle behind your hand, and it’s the sweetest sound Jungkook thinks he’s ever heard.
“I’m only joking, gosh. You really are adorable.” He looks at you, so awe-struck with your natural charm that it renders him silent as he gawps at you. You hold his glittering gaze even though it makes your cheeks glow warmly. Just as he takes a step toward you, Mary comes through the door. The soft snap of the door closing pulls you out of the trance you both had fallen under. You both jump away from each other.
“Sorry.” She bows in apology. “I’m here to help Jungkook get ready for the ball…it’s Queen’s orders.” She’s carrying a change of clothing over her arms; there’s a white coat with gold accents resting on top of what looks like the dress your sister described to you earlier. “I brought you the dress, baby sister.” She beams at you, ushering it toward you.
You lift it, eyes scanning in as a grin slithers its way onto your slips. “You really played this down, Mare. It’s so beautiful!”
“It is only fancy for a handmaiden.” She snorts. “When you see what the other ladies wear tonight, you will realise this.”
Jungkook looks between the two women; you, the girl that begins to slowly inserts herself into his soft heart, and Mary, the woman that taught him to stay true to that gentle way in which he tends to love.
There isn’t much he has to do besides throw on the white jacket before Mary hurries him out the door to escort him to the ballroom. She tells you she will be back for you soon, leaving you alone in the room to change. It is so much heavier than the more flowy, linen material you’ve been wearing most of the day, and it takes you a while to get used to its weight. It’s a creamy white colour with not much details besides the pink, embroidered flowers that are scattered over the dress. The short arm cuffs are a subtle princess style, and it flares out but not too much. It’s probably the prettiest, most expensive looking dress you’ve ever worn— you really felt like a princess.
When Jungkook steps into the ballroom, he’s reminded that this was what he wished for. There are people already dancing, and there’s live music leading them into the middle of the room. There’s glitter in the ball gowns that the women wore, flowers in the decorations and in the suit pockets of the men’s jackets. There are bubbles falling from the sky. The scene in front of him is alive with extravagance, just like Mary said.
He looks up at the chandeliers that hang above them, and notices the bubbles are being blown from children that giggle happily above him on the balcony. They wave to him, and he smiles and waves back. “This is really something.” Jungkook laughs in astonishment as he takes it all in.
“Indeed, it is.” She agrees. “This time, you should greet the king and queen with proper etiquette, your mother will not be as forgiving as your father was.” Mary warns him as she leads him through the crowd toward the thrones at the front of the room.
“Do I just…bow?”
“Yes, bow at a 90-degree angle and if you need to address them, you will do so with ‘my king’ and ‘my queen’. You may call them your mother and father behind closed doors, but this is a public event; it would be disrespectful to address them that way in front of everyone, understand?”
“I guess so?”
“Good, because we are here.” Mary curtsies and Jungkook quickly lowers his body at an angle like she tells him to do.
“You may rise.” Jungkook’s father’s voice seems stronger this time as he commands the two of them to stand and look at him. He stands tall because Mary stands tall, side-eying her as he waits for her direction. She nudges him forward, making him stumble slightly as he climbs the steps to greet his parents.
“You look absolutely wonderful, my son.” His mother beams, standing to grab his hands and kiss them. “I know you will have no problems at all finding a lady to be your queen this evening, my handsome boy.” She pinches his cheek, and his eyes widen in fear.
“Yes…yep! I, yes.”” He laughs awkwardly, rubbing his cheek once she lets it go.
The music suddenly comes to a stop, and there is mumbled chatter amongst the ball’s attendee’s that grab the attention of Jungkook and his parents.
“Oh, so they are allowing the filthy commoners into the castle now? The king has gone soft, indeed.”
“Who does she think she is? Coming here like this!”
“Does she think she will change the prince’s mind, in that dress? Blasphemy!”
“The poor girl thinks she is a princess.”
You hardly get to walk through the entrance without their gossip to start. Like a chain reaction, all it takes is one person to look at you strangely and whisper to someone about your attendance and all of a sudden, the fun had come to an end. You seemed to be garnering a lot of attention for someone that had nothing to do with the royal family.
“Poor girl…” Someone whispers into the silence.
You’ve never felt so mortified in your life.
Taking a shaky step back, the heel of your boot clacks against the tiled ground and echoes in the newfound silence. You meet Jungkook’s eye before you turn away fully. His face grows blurry when tears flood your sight. Frozen into place, Jungkook cuts the silence by pushing through the crowd, rushing toward you.
“Jeon Jungkook!” His mother scolds. “Get back here at once!”
He doesn’t though, Jungkook doesn’t turn back, he continues his path toward you. He takes your hand and leads you away from their judgemental stares. His hand is strong in yours.
For once in his life, he doesn’t care about what his parent’s think of him, or what they might say. For once he goes after what he truly wants for himself with certainty, regardless of what anyone may have thought about his choice.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Your laughter echoes through the halls as you run with him, hand in hand and out of the castle. Together.
“I can’t believe I did that!” He shouts back with excitement, his heart racing despite the confidence of his decision.
Once you reach the fresh air of the young night, you look to him with shallow breaths and glossy eyes. Your sadness still lingers, even though you were smiling. “How do you feel?” You ask him softly.
“I feel amazing! That was exhilarating; God, I was so nervous turning my back to them like that.” He tells you, shaking off his hands as if to rid them of the shackles his parents have had them in for so long. “I couldn’t have done that without you, though.”
“What do you mean?”
Jungkook looks into your eyes, lets himself wander within them. He does it to get to know all the little specks of colour that swim in them, all the things that make them unique to you, he wants to remember the look in your eyes when he tells you:
“I just haven’t wanted something this much in a very long time.”
Your eyes widen, then they soften before you avert your gaze shyly. “I–I see.”
He takes your hand again, leading you further away from the castle and into the quiet streets of the town. “You know…back at home, I would have never been able to do something like that.” He sighs, breaking the comfortable silence that had since fallen over the both of you. He can feel you watching him, but he continues to take in his surroundings, the pretty night sky that shone moonlight onto the kingdom. He never really got the time to take in just how extraordinary all of this was, never really got the time to breathe and let it sink in, this fairytale version of his life. “Before I went off to college, I told my dad I wanted to pursue art, or music. I didn’t exactly know then what I truly wanted to do, all of it I guess. But that’s what school is for, right?”
You’re listening intently when he flickers his eyes down at you to check, and the fondness in which you look at him takes him off guard slightly. He clears his throat to stop himself from telling you how pretty your eyes are. “He completely shut me down, laughed in my face— he never gave me a choice, not then, not ever. Dad had a vision for me and that was to become just like him, to take over his company when he eventually retired. I could never stand up to him, even though I grew to hate him because of it, his opinion still mattered to me. Some sick and twisted part of me still wanted him to be proud of me.”
“That isn’t sick or twisted.” You frown. “Everyone wants their parents to be proud of them, you’re valid for wanting that from him— it’s the least he could do for you, really.”
He hums as you enter the fields, the crunch of the grass beneath your shoes signifying that you were alone now. Back where you started, he stops walking for a moment. “No one remembered my birthday today, you know?”
You don’t notice he’s stopped following you until he says this, and you turn around to face him. He’s looking at you with a broken smile on his face. A stray hair falls into his eyes when he looks down at his boots. “How did you even know?” His voice cracks as you walk back to him, saying nothing as you wrap your arms around him, letting him cry onto your shoulder. He shakes in your arms as you rub his back.
There was so much pain in this poor man’s heart, so many things he wanted for himself that he had always been too afraid to accomplish without feeling ridiculed. You didn’t think it was selfish to want support from the people that he loved to find the strength to actually pursue them. It was clear to you now that Jungkook felt stuck, and you knew how that felt. You had days where you felt stuck too, but you’ve always been lucky enough to have a family and friends that made it easy to forget your hardships and supported you in everything that you did.
Jungkook didn’t have that.
Your heart hurts for him, poor Jungkook just wanted somebody to hold him and tell him: “You can do anything that you want to do, Jungkook— it’s never too late.”
He pulls away from you, and the breeze feels chilly when his warmth leaves you. He thanks you for your words in a tight smile, not quite trusting his voice. You take his hands again and lead him further through into the fields, further away from the kingdom that he conjured in a wish, and you stop just beneath the moon before you let go of his hand to sit down. You spread out your arms and fall backwards to lie in the plush grass.
“The sky is really pretty like this.” You marvel. “Come lay with me.”
He doesn’t ask questions, he just does it, he gets on his knees, looks at you looking at the stars before he decides to shuffle a little closer. He lays on his back opposite you, so that his head is beside yours. He lets out a long and heavy sigh, blinking away another wave of sadness that comes over him as he watches the stars twinkle in the sky. “This was such a shitty wish.” He laughs quietly.
“Totally.” You agree jokingly, turning you head to meet his eyes, finding that beautiful, chocolatey, wide-eyed stare that made you feel warm. “Has anyone ever told you how easy it is to get lost in your eyes? It’s as if an entire galaxy lives in them.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I can’t say that anyone has.” He wants to say he was thinking the same about yours, but he doesn’t have to, not when you sigh, your fingers reaching toward his face, gently brushing them over his lashes. They twitch when your finger comes so close to his eye, and you giggle quietly. He closes his eyes, letting you explore the features on his face for yourself.
“So, what’s your story, Y/N?”
Looking away, you hum in thought as your eyes return to the stars, but you want so badly to look back into the galaxy. “I don’t think it’s really started yet.” You admit. “But that’s okay— all in due time.”
“You’re young, it will happen.” He tries to reassure you, although he’s not sure you really need it.
“I know.” You agree, smiling peacefully. “It’ll happen for you, as well.”
“Ouch, so you do think I’m old.”
“Yeah, but like, old dudes are super hot!” You shrug casually, turning to look at him again with an impish look in your eye. “You’re only one step closer to becoming a silver fox.”
“So that’s why you like me, huh?” He teases back, raising a brow as he props himself onto his arms to look down on you. This makes you shuffle nervously. “Because you like older guys?”
You roll your eyes, sitting up to avoid his eye. “I’m only pushing your buttons; you’re only four years older than me.” You say as you try to get up, but he grabs your waist and presses his fingers into your sides, but your sensitive there so it makes you squeal. You try to get away but learning that you’re ticklish only fuels him further. It doesn’t help in your case that he really likes the sound of your laughter; it’s by no means graceful, it’s loud, squeaky and more of a cackle as you fight to get out of his grip. He doesn’t want you to stop laughing, he thinks it might be his new favourite song. It ultimately ends with you turning around and pinning him to the ground in an attempt to stop him.
Your hair drapes around his face as you hold his arms to the ground, sheltering you both from the world outside.
Suddenly, the world didn’t exist— only Jungkook, existing here with you.
He’s holding his breath, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face being so up close to you now. You’re doing the same, but you stop at his mouth, that little freckle beneath his bottom lip making your own twitch up at the corners. You’ve grown to really adore this part of him.
“You alone will have stars as no one else has them.” You say suddenly, lines from his favourite story book, the one Mary used to read to him over and over.
“You are one of the stars of the sky, Jungkook.”
His pupils blow out when your face lowers closer his until your nose bumps against his. Your eyes flutter at the contact and you pull away just slightly, his breaths returning in heavy pants of anticipation. You search those galaxies again, they feel much bigger now, so many more new emotions swirling inside of them. They pull you back in even more intensely than they had before, urging you to press your quivering lips against his pink, pouty ones. They are soft and plush against yours, and you easily melt into him once you know just how good he tastes: just like your favourite flavour of cake— vanilla and pistachio.
In a bout of confidence Jungkook roughens the kiss, lifting you off of him and onto your back as he switches your positions, your legs parting to make room for him. Your hair curtains prettily around you in the grass like the wings of an angel, and he sighs at just how pretty you look underneath the glow of the moonlight. “I can’t believe that you exist.”
“Well, I exist.” You try to act nonchalant with a light joke, but the warmth of your cheeks when he cradles it gives you away. “Sorry that I’m not the fairytale ending that you wished for.”
“See, that’s where I think you’re wrong.” He disagrees, leaning down to kiss you again, slowly, passionately. He takes him time pulling his lips from yours, and the quiet smacking sounds make you sigh with desire. Your eyes are still closed when he leaves you, and you arch your back, craning your neck to bring that feeling back to you. “I think this is exactly how it ends.” He whispers against your neck, dragging his lips gently over your neck, scraping his teeth against your jaw.
Your hands reach for him desperately, fingers lightly massaging his scalp when they card through his hair as he pleases you with his mouth. You let one of your hands wander down his chest as he scrapes his teeth along your collarbone, his hand sliding up and down your thigh as he pushes your skirts up to your middle. His heart beats louder the further your hand travels, your fingers tracing over his growing bulge. He pulls his lips away from you, looking down to watch you play with his covered erection.
“Tell me what you want, Jungkook.” You purr, your finger lifting his chin to meet at your half-lidded gaze. “Whatever you want.”
He swallows thickly, shutting his eyes as he relishes in the way you palm him over the layers of material that keep him from you, his hips lightly moving into your touch. “Mmf…shit.” He exhales in pleasure. Your touch is firm, and your gentle squeeze makes him twitch beneath his pants. He lowers his head into your cleavage, inhaling the naturally soft scent in your skin; it feels soft against his lips, and you’re warm.
“You want my tits?” You ask him quietly, pushing your chest up to further bury his face into your cleavage. He groans between your breasts, rocking his hips against your hand a little harder. “You can take them out. I’m yours to play with, birthday boy.”
He lifts his head with parted lips, his eyes blown out and darkened as he searches yours for consent. You nod again when his drags his fingers along the neckline of your dress before he tugs it down, revealing your breasts to him. Your nipples pebble at the cool air that meets your bare chest, and you whimper when he licks his lips, staring hungrily at the perfect pair of tits that you’ve just presented to him.
You lead his head back down to your chest, encouraging him to kiss them like you know that he wants to. You throw your head back when he trails wet kisses over your tits, inching his lips closer to the sensitive nub of your left breast. He circles his tongue around it which elicits a wanton moan from your throat. He wraps his lips around the stiffened bud and sucks on it gently, his other hand dragging up your body to pinch the other one between his fingers.
“God, yes…Jungkook.” You keen, moving your hand off his dick to part your legs further, your mound rubbing against his clothed cock. He moans against your breast, circling his tongue around your hard nipple. And you let out a low droning whine as you melt into him. “Feels s’good…” You praise him.
“You have such pretty tits.” He pulls his mouth off to tell you this. You cover your eyes with one hand suddenly feeling shy from his brash words, your other hand squeezing his shoulder for leverage as you grind up into him, his movements meeting yours halfway. “I could play with them forever.”
“If you keep sucking on them like that, I just might let you.” You sigh and arch your back, encouraging him to continue. He moves onto your right breast and treats it just as tenderly. His hands soothing over your skin beneath your dress. He drags desperate little whimpers from your throat.
“You’re so sensitive, so sweet.” He mumbles against your breast, gasping when he grinds against you just right, brushing against your clit harshly. It throbs against him.
“Ah…I’m so wet for you, Jungkook.”
“Yeah?” He gives your tit a final flick with his tongue before he moves onto his knees, bunching your skirts in his fists against your stomach. “Lemme see, baby.”
The pet name makes you moan, and you part your legs further to show him the large wet patch in the middle of your underwear. “Mmm, you are soaking…” He chuckles lowly, pressing a finger onto your covered clit, tantalisingly you with the slow circles he rubs over your aching pussy. “You’re mine to play with, you said?”
You nod your head quickly, biting down harshly on your bottom lip, eyes wound tight as you lose yourself in his touch. You feel his hand wrap around your ankle, lifting it gently, his other hand moving up your thigh, his finger hooking into your panties to tug them slowly down your legs. Your chest rises and falls heavily and prettily for him, and he licks his lips at the sight of how eager you are for him. “Good girl, so patient for me.” He whispers, backing up slightly to lower himself between your legs. He pulls the material off your legs the rest of the way, tossing them aside.
“Jungkook…” You sigh his name, so quietly it could have been mistaken for the breeze that swirls around the both of you as he kisses between your thighs, taking his sweet time feeling you on his lips, sending shocks waves through you.
Your pussy glistens for him, waiting for his hungry mouth to feast upon you. The pleasure of his kiss on your clit feels a lot more sensitive that what you prepare yourself for, and you cry into the night, twitching up into him the moment he begins to make out with your cunt.
“Holy shit, Jungkook! S–slow down.” You shake your head, gripping his hair, grinding into his face as he slurps and sucks on your clit. His fingers dig deeper into your thighs when you try to move away. He hums against you and the low buzz thrums through your heat so deliciously.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll cum…Please, it’s…too…much…” You whine, each beg for him to slow down only makes him eat you faster and harder. He shakes his head side to side, the lewd sounds of him slurping on your juices makes you sob in shyness. He kisses down your pussy, nose nudging at your engorged bud as he moves his tongue south, circling your fluttering entrance to thrust his tongue in and out of you.
“Hah…cumming, don’t stop, please don’t, oh!” You shudder violently beneath him as he brings you over the edge, encouraged by your noisy sounds and a final chant of his name. He looks up at you as he helps you ride out your intense orgasm, and his lids grow heavy at the sight of how hot you look right now after he’s made you cum all over his face.
“You’re noisy.” He grins brightly when he moves onto his knees, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.
You groan, slapping both of your hands over your face. “Shut up.”
“Naw, don’t be shy.” He tugs on your wrists. “It was hot.” He assures you, lowering back over you to kiss you but you turn your face, and his lips meet your cheek instead. He doesn’t mind. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and chases your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it’s intoxicating mixed with the taste of his tongue.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You ask quietly, looking up at him with a feigned innocence that makes him growl. “I want your cock.”
“Do you? Okay, baby…fuck.” He hisses. Out of breath, you beat his hands to the waistband of his pants, sinking them in to squeeze his ass in your palms. He hides his smile in the crook of your neck letting you feel him before you push them down halfway down his thighs, stopping when his cock springs out, resting against your inner thigh.
“Fucking hell, give me a second.” He has to stand up completely to pull his boots off to get his pants the rest of the way off, and you giggle at him as he does this begrudgingly, huffing bashfully as he struggles to de clothe himself. How long and thick his cock is doesn’t go unnoticed by you, despite the slightly awkward moment.
“Miss my sweats.” He pouts when he comes back down to you, pulling him down by his shoulders to kiss him through your smile. “I don’t think I want to be a prince.”
“Careful what you wish for next time then, pretty boy.” You joke, but the laughter dies down quickly when he grips his cock, stroking it lightly to coat it with the little bit of precum that leaked from the lip.
“Pretty, huh?” He breathes out quickly, lining himself up with your slick entrance. His tip prods your hole just as he looks up at you. “You think I’m pretty?” He raises a brow, pushing the tip inside of you.
Your lips part in a gasp at the welcomed stretch. “Say it again.” He groans as he inches his length into you slowly, rendering you unresponsive as he fills you with his thick cock.
“So…pretty, you’re so pretty Jungkook.” You mewl, your hands holding his face as he bottoms out. “Ah…s’pretty.”
He hums contently, catching your whiny moans with his kiss, dragging his dick back out through your walls before pushing it back in, establishing an agonisingly slow pace that leaves you wanting more with each thrust. You don’t rush him though. You relish in it, the way he looks at you when he stops kissing you to see your face, how he moans when you look into his eyes; he can see just how much you want him in the way they roll back slowly as he fucks you.
“You feel so good, Jungkook…” You whisper, pulling him down, pressing your soft lips over his face, over the faded scar on his left cheek, kissing the tip of his nose, just beneath his bottom lip. “So good…”
His jaw tenses, eyes closing as you love on him. He tries to focus on you, on all the praises you’re giving to him, but he can’t ignore the way his cock starts to throb inside of you. The beginnings of his orgasm was slowly beginning to creep up on him as you make him feel like he was the only man in the entire world.
“Gonna cum…” He warns you quietly. You only hold him closer as you whisper in his hear, telling him to let go, that you wanted him to fill you with his seed.
You moan for him when he shoots thick warm spurts into you, moving your body with his as he circles his hips into yours, panting and hissing as he comes back down from his high. You hum with content, smiling tiredly at him when he lifts his head. You push his hair back away from his face, admiring the post-sex glow in his cheeks. He closes his eyes as you touch him, in no hurry to pull his cock from your tight, warm walls. Even when he starts to soften, he doesn’t rush to move from you. He lays his head on your chest, and you rest with him like this for a while, both losing yourselves in thought.
“Are you scared?” You suddenly ask him, playing with his hair. It makes him sleepy.
He takes a moment to answer; his voice is coarse and low when he does. “Of what?”
“Of being stuck here.”
The weight of your words hit him suddenly, you can feel him tense, but you don’t stop threading your fingers in his soft locks. “No, I think we’re gonna be okay.” He says easily. “But I still feel really stupid.”
“Do you know how we’re gonna get out of here?” You ask him. “I really miss my bed right now.”
“Yeah...” He murmurs, losing himself in sleep. “Me too.”
He doesn’t panic like he usually would, doesn’t worry about what might happen when he wakes up. Somewhere inside of him he did what he was meant to do here— to find the courage to create his own happy ending.
It’s you who he leaves feeling antsy when he falls asleep on your chest. His skin is warm, and it hugs you like a blanket as the breeze cools your hot cheeks. The comfort of it all has you eventually succumbing to slumber as well.
You decided to trust that whatever happened when you woke up, that you would figure it out together— everything was going to be fine.
When you wake, Jungkook is gone.
Your neck hurts, and your lips feel dry from having them parted while you slept. You try to blink away the sleep in your eyes as you lift your head with a groan, wiping the drool away from the corner of your mouth before you rub the sleep from your eyes. You stretch your back, lifting your arms up as you yawn, blinking your eyes open slowly. Your back straightens and your eyes shoot open wide when you realise, you’re back in the pub.
Everything is right where you left it before you and Jungkook were whisked away by the mysterious black hole in the ground, the one that transported you both to a completely different universe.
Hopping off the bar stool, you check the pub for any sign of him, but it only confirms your fears. He really is gone. You slug yourself back into main area and blow raspberries. “Men.” You grumble, resting your forehead against the folded arms you prop onto the counter in your silent wallowing.
When your humiliation slowly starts to fade away, you lift your head with a groan, mentally preparing yourself to close up shop, but that’s when you spot the little pink stick note stuck to the counter beside where you had fallen asleep earlier. You pull it off to inspect it with a heavy heart, not sure what you’re expecting it to say, but you still brace yourself for whatever it might be.
The writing is adorably messy, and a short, simple note with his number attached to it is written on the paper in black ink.
You smile so big that your cheeks start to hurt.
Don’t be a stranger (:
– Jungkook
Jungkook practically waddles home, his entire body taut with exhaustion from what he would easily declare as the wildest seven hours he’s ever had in his life. He should be angry, grumpy knowing that he got no sleep, and that he’d have to go into working purely running on coffee and the fumes from his cologne. Instead, he grins like a mad man the entire walk home.
He yawns as he shoves the key into the doorknob to his apartment to let himself in, tapping around his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and his phone. When he flicks the light on, he’s completely bewildered to see what waits for him in his apartment. He needs to rub his eyes just to double check he wasn’t just seeing things.
Balloons, streamers, and the display of all of his closest friend’s clumped together on the couch wearing party hats; they must have been waiting all night for him. He blinks in surprise, and when the moment really sets in, he can feel that familiar sting in his eyes. God, he’s cried so much today already…he really doesn’t want to cry again.
His friends didn’t forget after all.
Jimin groans, lifting his head off of Rosie’s shoulder as his eyes try to adjust to the sudden light. “Kook, where the hell have you been? We waited all night for you.”
His phone buzzes in his pocket before he can explain himself. His glasses sliding down his nose slightly when he looks down at his device, met with a text from an unsaved number.
Unknown Number
wouldn’t ever dream of it, little prince. ;)
He smiles down at his phone, elated to see your text— Jungkook can’t wait to fall in love with you.
Hey do you maybe know what happened to gukcnt? I knew you were one of her followers that's why you came to mind and her deactivation shocked me to the core. I hope you're aware of her disappearance pls tell me she'll come back... I hate this feeling 😭😭
Hey, I actually have no idea what happened I just woke up right now to see her account gone from my following list. I wish I knew why she deactivated because she just posted a new fic that was part of a new series so it is shocking that she deactivated right after writing that she was excited to be writing this new series, I also hope she will come back because I really enjoyed her fics. 😢
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