Just one bts army getting back into writing. This is where I'll be posting my 18+ work.
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♡maladaptive daydreamer♡
♡Fics with a supernatural, fantasy, or dystopian twist♡
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Read part 1 here, read part 2&3 here, read part 4 here, read part 5 here, read part 6 here.
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Warnings: Chapter 7- 18+, angst, slight sexual tension, demons, demonic activity, violence, disembowelment, some religious language.
Song recommendation: I'm Yours by Isabel LaRosa💜(please comment if you have any better suggestions, this is just what I wrote to💜)
A/N: Working on part 8💜 Comment "tag" if you want me to tag you in part 8. Sorry this is a bit short and took a while! Life has been crazy, and I had to plan the rest of the story at this point before I continued writing.
Chapter 7 - Dragged to hell for you
A prince of hell… in this castle?
You force yourself to quiet your mind- keep going. You have a feeling Jungkook might just tell you to stop thinking, well aware that this is way beyond the contexts you know from earth anyway.
… Vassago… you don’t remember a lot… but what’s there is not helping your building stomachache- can’t he see the past and future? He has 26 legions of demons under his command… all knowing? Most of him is a mystery to humans, not even appearing in all the sources where people read up on demons.
You faintly remember reading about all sorts of demons on random Google pages with your cousin… going down YouTube rabbit holes so deep, you probably should have been grounded- same period of your childhood you thought playing the ouija board was fun…
“Just follow me-” Taehyung says with a new determination, breaking your train of thought. Looking at him, all you can think of is how he said he used to guide lost souls… You feel like one of them now…
“Every turn we meet, we go west from now on.”
You grab Jungkook’s hand, seeing his eyes flicker from your hand to your lips. It’s like the warmth from his hand spreads through your body and swells in your heart- He looks away fast, pulling you along.
Whatever this is… it has to wait. But that does not stop your body from throwing conflicting signals of dread and butterflies around in your stomach- His eyes… There was so much in them, you can’t even begin to unpack that right now.
Is he starting to become more readable to you?
A new feeling enters you- confusion? He’s definitely not opening himself in this situation… are your abilities to look past his protective facade stronger now?
Taehyung did say that if you become stronger, it will strengthen Jungkook… Jungkook said it’s easier for you to read him since you’re bonded… Taehyung bonded himself to Jungkook- Taehyung seems strong? Could that have impacted you somehow? Since you’re bonded to Jungkook-? Has it somehow strengthened you?
You almost trip on your own feet- the pace you’re moving at is brisk, and it actually feels like you’re getting somewhere now.
It’s like the building itself knows your plan, suddenly letting you pass; every corridor- each new staircase- no longer windy and long.
In no time, you stand before a big, dark brown wooden door. A black seal is displayed in the middle of the frame, marking the room as belonging to Vassago.
“Here we are…” Jungkook breathes, “Vassago’s summoning room.”
A flash of a memory falls through your brain; Jungkook’s blood on the floor- everything that happened to him- Taehyung appearing out of thin air. You can’t help but wonder if there was a seal on his door as well?… You hadn’t paid attention to that… You glance at the two men- demons, standing by your side.
Taehyung is reaching for the big door handle, once again about to lead the way. Jungkook stops him, placing his hand on top of his.
Jungkook looks at you, cold, deep intensity meets you once again- but it’s mixed with something warm that makes your heart beat faster… and also- something old… very old… definitely not meant for you to pick up on.
You try to pull back, and it works- once again only feeling what he meant for you to feel- which is nothing. You understand why, so you act brave, meeting his gaze.
“No matter how this goes, you will thank him.” Jungkook says in a teacher tone, “Even if we have to run, you tell him goodbye, ok? Vassago demands respect, and every rule you know about demons- you should apply.” he clearly reads your face- you feel like you’re under a microscope-
“y-yes,” you nod, licking your lips… they feel dry all of a sudden.
Jungkook’s thumb rubs over the back of your hand as he continues to speak, his grip firm. “Since it’s you who’s being pulled away, you have to be the one to summon him. I… will be with you the entire time.” Your eyes widen, you’re grossly unprepared… your track record is not the best when it comes to summonings…
A bitter smile pulls at Jungkook's lips, his eyes pering into you, “You know- you’re actually good at it- you summoned something even though you had no idea what was going on.” A flicker of warmth floods his face briefly. “I’ll guide you. It won’t be like what you saw me do- you won’t be using your own being to summon him… There are other methods with Vassago.”
“Jungkook…” you whisper, “What happens if I get his riddle wrong?”
You know he can see the fear in your eyes, but the warmth in his does not reappear, and you don’t search for it- afraid of what else you might discover in the deep.
“Vassago is good-natured… but… Here, he’s under the king’s command… won’t let us go if we don’t pass… I’m guessing we'll have to answer to his legions of demons. That’s always how this goes- so that’s how it will go now. Though- he won’t have access to his strongest soldiers in this realm… so, don’t you give up- no matter what.”
Your eyes widen, “What?”
Jungkook gives your hand an extra squeeze before its warmth leaves you. He looks at Taehyung as if to say, “Let’s go,” and his friend opens the heavy door in the westmost corner of the castle.
The door creeks open- it’s wine echoing down the corridor behind you.
Your face gets flooded with a warm glow. The room is just as dim as the rest of the castle, but an oasis of white candles flickers in a big circle in the middle of the room, casting shifting shadows up the walls, disappearing up the curves of the coved ceiling- faint scent of warm wax and herbs hangs in the air.
Stepping closer, you see a big black bowl of water with a small wooden box next to it. You reluctantly step into the circle, feeling Jungkook right next to you, his presence reassuring, calming your body from within. Taehyung is observing from outside.
… Weird, you can definitely sense both their presences without looking now- beyond that unnatural feeling, you actually feel them. Is it because of this situation, or because of the connection? Either way, it’s comforting.
“Ok,” Jungkook places his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing his fingers over the sensitive spot where he’d bit you through the fabric of your shirt. You pull in a sharp breath, his touch sending shivers down your spine-
You start to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose?
“Let's see what we got,” he says, bringing your awareness back to the present moment. You look at him, but he does not move- so, you gently kneel down, picking up the box.
You look up at Jungkook- he gives you an approving nod. So, you slide the lock on the box to the side, opening the lid.
Before you can get a good look inside, Jungkook suddenly winces, taking an abrupt step back.
“Curiosity will kill you one day.” Taehyung remarks, and you are sure that if looks could kill- he would have just been murdered by his friend…
You quickly turn your attention back to the box, wondering what made him do that.
There are two small bundles of herbs- plants- incense? One’s red, the other green, both are bound by a string.
“Dragon’s blood and cedar,” Jungkook explains with strain in his voice, now safely outside the circle.
“Here’s what you are going to do: drop the red one in the bowl of water- for you- since you used to be human… it’ll empower your ritual… then, light the green one- place it on the other side of the bowl… that- will be your offering…” You can hear that Jungkook’s clearly affected by the innocent-looking bundles in a completely different way than you…
“Once you place the cedar down, I want you to say as loud and as clear as you can: Vassago, I am lost and wish to be recovered. I request you to unravel what lies between the darkness and light, to show us the true nature of this place, so we can find our way back home safely.”
The room goes quiet as Jungkook breathes, and Taehyung adds, “Simple… That should work-”
You take a deep, shaky breath- no need to wait.
Your hands are clammy, dust particles from the dragon’s blood stick to your fingertips when you gently lift it out of the box.
You hold it above the bowl, lingering in the moment, taking in the quiet as if it might be your last time. Releasing your grip, the bundle falls in the water, red coloring getting darker as it soaks the dried plant, pulling it down to the bottom.
The effect is immediate. The atmosphere feels dense- crawling with energy. You roll your shoulders back before picking up the green bundle, heart pounding faster- not fully understanding what’s going on, just following Jungkook’s instructions- you’ll be done soon.
The cedar is not as dry as the dragon’s blood… It’s smooth… fresh- you doubt if it will burn… but you stretch out anyway, holding it over one of the candleflames.
It takes a moment, but a patch of the green turns black over the flickering flame, and a thin string of white smoke starts rising up through the air, filling your nose with a pleasant musky scent. You can practically feel Jungkook and Taehyung tense somewhere behind you.
Your hand starts shaking- almost done…
You stretch over the bowl, placing it on the floor.
What happens next is not something Jungkook prepared you for.
The smoke coming from the incense quickly expands, reaching an unnatural amount in seconds, filling the space before you. Your throat tightens- you want to cough, but force yourself not to, stubbornly filling your lungs with the smoke-filled air… something about it is making you feel safe as well-
“Vassago-” You say as loud, and with as much authority as you can muster, adrenaline starting to flood your body with every beat of your heart, keeping your voice steady.
“-I am lost and wish to be recovered… I request you to unravel what lies between the darkness and light- to show us the true nature of this place- so we can find our way back home, safely.”
In an instance, you feel all the energy in the room getting pulled to a spot in front of you, buried within gray smoke- like a million grains of sand pouring past your skin. Your hair blowing in a non-existent wind, candles flickering faster.
A figure starts to manifest in the smoke- gray like the air around him at first, Vassago appears.
Smoke is falling to the floor, creating a thick blanket by his feet- smothering the candle flames, shrouding him in shadow.
He sits on a crocodile… It’s smaller than you thought a creature like that would be… Its eyes are piercing, calm- Just like Vassago. He looks like an old man, shoulder-length white hair, leathery hands holding an hourglass peaking out from his dark blue cloak- perfect posture-
You are reminded of when you first saw Jungkook. How something about him is not- quite- human… a presence you can’t place. The same question you’d asked him almost slips past your lips again: Are you an angel? … But you know it’s not true.
You hold your breath, looking up at his face, avoiding the demon’s eyes, focusing on his nose… it has that slight curve to it that many old men get- but it’s still unnaturally perfect.
“As you wish, y/n.” Vassago’s resonant voice fills the room, taking your breath away. Your hands twitch- The only thing keeping your composure intact is the feeling of your companions behind you.
The demon gives you the riddle, just like Jungkook said he would: “I can be kept, lost, or broken, but never stolen. What am I?”
It’s short… should be simple…
The wall behind the demon starts shifting, and an arched doorway appears behind him, leading out into the courtyard… The way home… home… That place you and Jungkook had traveled through, shrouded in shadow- it’s within eyesight… what lies beyond it… Jungkook’s bar… home… it feels so ataneble.
Vassago turns his hourglass, and the sand starts pouring. Your eyes widen, horror setting in- you have to answer…
It can be kept, lost, or broken… ok… but, not stolen…
You think hard, keeping track of the sand disappearing into the lower chamber as if it’s your life pouring out.
It can’t be a physical thing? It has to be… some sort of emotion, maybe? a concept?
Your world is crashing down- your arms are contracting, curling protectively against your body. There are only a few seconds left… Time starts to feel slow– just like it did in that horrible stairwell… The stairwell… your dad… Will you die with this secret…?
Wait!
Your heart pounds. A secret? Maybe that’s it?
You’re not sure if it completely fits… but there’s no time to analyse the words one by one- a secret can be kept and broken… lost? Sure… not stolen-? That does not sound right…
The sand is empting quick.
You pull in air, filling your lungs just in time- pushing out the words just as the last grains of sand are about to fall through-
“A secret!” Your voice sounds through the room, your eyes meeting Vassago’s.
His face- it’s not right.
You get a bone-cold chill running through your veins- a tear running down your cheek like it appeared from nowhere-
“It’s a promise.” The demon says, his words knocking the air out of you- stopping time completely.
You squize your eyes shut, more tears push out- you feel like you’ve just been punished in the gut- your body feels horrible- but your emotions? Nothing- flat- inconceivable-
“- Thank you… goodbye-” You press through a breathy, silent sob.
Jungkook grabs your hand, and you feel your feet start moving, almost like you’re floating. Your ankles shake, your perception of reality starts to move fast- too fast- the brick under your feet looks like it wobbles in a way solid stone shouldn’t.
Taehyung’s just ahead when you run out of the arched doorway into the courtyard, gravel crunching under your feet. You throw glances from side to side, but again- nothing. You don’t see anyone.
You wish you could bring yourself to believe that it means you’ll get to go- but you know better now. A legion of demons won’t come marching like a human army does… but it’s coming- and you can’t even see from where- don’t know how.
As you’re running, the sound of your breath and faint swishing of your jewelry in your ears, Jungkook pulls out two silver colored objects from his pocket, pressing them into your hand-
“Y/n, just do as I say- swallow the small ball- keep the disk in your mouth- now-”, he’s insistent- you don’t even question it.
You stuff the ball in your mouth, fighting with your body to make it understand- this has to go down- you swallow the metal, sending a surge of panic through you- but if you technically don’t need to eat anymore… surely this won’t hurt you?
Then, you stuff the disk in your mouth- it’s no bigger than a piece of candy… cold- forcing you to keep your mouth closed and breathing through your nose as you run.
You slide it under your tongue, hoping you’re less likely to choke on it this way.
There’s a distant bustling roar vibrating through the air. It’s coming from in front of you- you suck on the metal in your mouth, gripping Jungkook’s hand hard, and he returns it-
No wonder no one is following you- you’re running towards it.
The moment you enter the shrouded warm space, your pupils dilate, trying to take in your surroundings- small, shadowy, non-tangible hands grab at you and disappear before they can get a hold, but this time, you pay them no attention. They don’t even slow you down anymore.
The gravel turns into dry, dead forest floor. The air’s heating up- faint red glow emanating from your surroundings for a short distance.
You can barely see now- You know Taehyung is there, but you honestly just try to stay as close as you can to Jungkook… even he gets hard to see if he’s at an arm's length away- you bend your elbow, making sure to stay really close, holding onto his hand for dear life.
Suddenly, a shadow swoops up, pushing against your face.
You almost stumble back, but Jungkook pulls you through- and you feel the prying mass press against your lips like it’s trying to enter you, making the disk in your mouth vibrate.
The shadow dissapates- you feel like you just passed through someone…
Every horror movie you’ve ever seen where someone got possessed suddenly feels like a PSA, and you fight with yourself not to scream- pressure building in your chest-
Pressing your tongue against the metal, you're trying to keep faith that it will keep any unwanted visitors from entering your body.
The roar is coming from every direction now- you wish Jungkook would look at you, but the silent running continues, thumps from boots hitting dry dirt getting swallowed by the dark.
You can barely see- the darkness in the air is too dense. The small hands pulling at you are starting to be unnerving- you swear some are bigger- more solid. The shadows shifting between the trees that are somehow darker than black… but… You can barely see anyway… maybe it’s imagination?
Another shadow swoops up to the left of you and you almost fall to your side. One of your knees hit the ground, but your forward motion never stops as Jungkook pulls you- running- his grip on you unwavering.
How far is it? You're slowing Jungkook down...
You screw your eyes shut; it’s too dark anyway. Your heart is beating out of your chest- the air hurts, it’s too dry, too hot. The shadowy hands scratch at you now, leaving actual marks.
Firm hands grab around your waist, yanking you to a stop- almost losing Jungkook’s hand- but he grabs onto you with both of his. Nails dig against your waist as you start to squirm, instinct kicking in, you grab your dagger out of the holster with your free hand.
A silent fight- you slash at the fingers– dig the blade into the forearms belonging to something behind you- pulling.
Jungkook snatches you forward, gripping you by your elbow- but new hands are on you in an instant. Moving forward becomes impossible.
Yanking.
Pulling.
In the chaos, your feet leave the ground- the difference between up and down becomes irrelevant somewhere along the way- the pressure in your head is so intense, you might as well be hanging upside down.
You hiss through your teeth, fighting, struggling- Jungkook’s helping, you feel his hands on your legs- your back- your wrists- your hips at some point. Your heat hurts from beating, you’re drowning in a surge of bodies.
Completely swallowed by black- along the way, pulling becomes ripping- a shriek rasps through your throat- are you going to be torn apart? You can’t take this-
Jungkook’s arms lock around you, his grip feeling like steel, pushing your head against his chest, like he’s trying to engulf you in his body, fighting the riptide of creatures painfully trying to break you away- pull you away with them.
“I can’t-” you barely hear Jungkook’s voice- strained- tired- until this moment, you were unsure if he could be-
“Let go with me- trust me-”
Your body strains in resistance, refusing to be taken away- but somehow, at Jungkook’s command, you do.
The roar gets louder- reality stops- the hands take you away. The only thing still feeling real is Jungkook, getting dragged with you, not letting go- Whatever lies ahead, you're not going through it alone.
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Read part 1 here, read part 2&3 here, read part 4 here, read part 5 here, read part 7 here.
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Warnings: Chapter 6- 18+, angst, uncanny, sexual tension, demons, demonic activity, graphic descriptions, language, violence, disembowelment, mention of implied suicide by gun, biting, kissing, some religious language.
Song recommendation: I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa💜(please comment if you have any better suggestions, this is just what I wrote to💜)
A/N: 💜
Chapter 6 - Secret of the Stairwell
You rip your eyes off the floor, looking up at Jungkook just in time to see his face change, becoming unreadable to you. Your eyes land on his lips, smeared in black- same lips that were just kissing you so gently.
Your chest flutters and twists… It’s disgusting, yet, he does not scare you. Your snacks threaten to leave your stomach- but you’re not afraid… weird…
Footsteps start echoing up the stairs. Your head tilts to the side, looking past Jungkook. He’s also turning to see who will be joining you; they sound like they’re in a hurry.
The creature coming into view is a lot like the one that attacked you. Yet, Taller- less human. The smell of it reminds you less of spoiled milk and more closely resembles sulfur.
The creature sneers, shifty eyes darting from the floor to Jungkook and back. Then they land on you- they look like they belong to a shark. You want to step back into the room and shut the door tightly behind you, but your body numbs- staying still.
The creature comes closer, hunshing its back, eyes narrow as it lifts a bony finger toward you, “Took my creation!” The voice sounds like a blend of a growl and a shriek, so loud you wish your hands would work so you can cover your ears.
Junkook steps into the middle of the corridor, blocking it from coming closer to you.
The creature starts pacing back and forth, opening and closing its hands. Long curly nails get caught on its skin, ripping small patches off its own hand.
“The king will not be happy, I tell you!” The creature's voice is shaking with unfiltered rage. If Jungkook weren’t in the way, you fear you’d know the wrath piercings your ears very well by now.
“Your problem,” Jungkook answers calmly. “Is it not your job to have those things under control?” The cocky tone of his voice makes the lanky creature straighten its back, rigid through every vertebra, stepping closer to him.
It’s menacing, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to flinch, meeting its glassy stare. “On a mission!” the creature explains, “The girl saw my creation before the rebirth! The emptiness craves her!”
You don’t like the sound of that.
“Well, it couldn’t take her, and neither will you.” Jungkook's voice stays low, but you can hear anger seeping through the cracks.
“You the King's guest- our guest- the ones who live here- the emptiness in these halls-” it snarls, “I have her as replacement!” the creature mumbles under its breath, still way too loud.
Before it can say another word, it’s pinned against the wall.
Jungkook has hold of both its hands, pressing them against its shoulders- hard against the wall. The creature tries to move, and the skin starts slipping off the joint, making Jungkook’s thumb slide over the bone.
He struggles to keep it in place for a dreadful moment- regaining dominance just in time.
“You won’t even be looking at her, you hear me? I’ll rip out your intestines and feed them to you.” Jungkook speaks under his breath; the hint of anger you’d heard has undeniably turned to cold rage.
As if to test him, the creature’s head rolls to the side, dead-looking eyes landing on your face, head hanging off its neck like it's broken. You feel like you want to cry- but you can't.
“Ok.” Jungkook’s voice is too calm. You stand there frozen in time- like a loop you can’t escape. As you stare into the creature's eyes, the periphery of your vision starts to blur-
Jungkook breaks the stillness- plunging his hand into the creature. Black splatters across the floor as he starts pulling.
Your hands find your face to cover your eyes. Finally, something is working.
The sound alone is too much for you; your body’s shaking.
Wet, slippery, crunching, and muffled gaging fill the corridor- There’s no doubt in your mind that Jungkook just fulfilled his promise.
When the sound stops, you give it a few seconds before you take your hands away from your face, just to be sure. You curse at yourself for not turning around as well.
The creature is slumped against the wall, black, thick ropes from the hole in its stomach entering its mouth that’s been broken open, shiny white- wet bones contrasting ebony liquid leaking everywhere- the outside of it looks so dull, like a deflated gray sack. But the eyes… they look just as dead as they did when it was speaking.
“Is it- is it dead?” you croak, afraid it’ll start moving.
“Yeah…” Jungkook breaths. “That thing won’t even regenerate- there’s nothing left.” He sounds bitter.
“Is that not a good thing?” you question, heart raising now that your body starts to thaw.
“Yes, but… it won. If we stay here- we will die.”
Your eyes grow wide, meeting Jungkook’s cold gaze. “You mean- W-What do you mean?” you almost laugh, his words seeming unreal.
“That’s one of the King's recruiters- creating those perfectly disgusting child servants for him- we just killed part of the system that houses us… There’s no longer any deal to dance for him to pay for our stay-” his voice is cold as he looks the limp creature up and down.
You shake your head in disbelief, “But, but it tried to kill me! Is that not self-defence?” You hung your arms around yourself, waiting for Jungkook to speak.
“It had every right to. You should have let it, then, if you didn’t, I should have handed you over to this.” Jungkook kicks his boot against the leg of the rotting corpse that had been moving just minutes prior- it’s looking like it’s melting into the brick now.
You stare at it with wide eyes. You hate this, you really do.
Your feet start moving on their own, and you run over to Jungkook, hugging your arms tightly around him.
“Let’s get out of here, we have no time to waste,” Jungkook whispers against the top of your head, pushing his nose into your hair, breathing deeply before ushering you towards the door, his hand tightly holding your elbow.
He does not seem to want to let go of you, holding onto you until he reaches the middle of the room, stopping still. He starts rocking, nodding his head- “I’m thinking.” He says before you can ask. So you stand there, pressure from adrenaline making you increasingly more uncomfortable in your own body.
Something in the back of your mind is tingling- something's wrong-
“Ok!” Jungkook exclaims, clapping his hands together. His eyes meet yours. “This will be ok.”
Promise?
He gets down on both knees, looking up at you like he’s questioning himself for a moment, filling his lungs with air before looking away- but his eyes are burning with determination.
You furrow your eyebrows, about to ask what he’s doing, when you jump in surprise.
Jungkook brings his arm to his mouth and bites. The sound of skin breaking is too familiar in your ears. You question your evidently fragile balance, wishing you could grab onto something.
His lips now stained red, he holds out his arm, letting droplets of blood hit the floor, seeping out of the wound he just created.
You stand there with your mouth open while he whispers something inellegeble, bringing his hands to his heart- almost like he’s praying.
Jungkook’s eyes instantly start rolling back before he squeezes them shut, hands falling to his side- he contracts, spine straightening, face contorting, losing control over his body.
It looks like he’s in a mixed state of pain and euphoria- head falling back, his breath becoming short gasps- suffocating him- looking like he’s about to faint.
Your lower stomach tightens- This feels private- like it’s not meant for your eyes to see. The strain in his body looks like it’s almost too much; all his muscles begin to spasm rhythmically, fast seconds ticking by.
You feel a snap through the air, and Jungkook doubles over, face quickly flushing a deep red, hands gripping onto the floor beneath him, knuckles white, the spasms getting replaced by shaking.
He gasps, the sound quickly followed by a frustrated breathy “Ahh…”, lungs starting to take in air properly. He shakes his head slowly, coming back from whatever that was, biting at his lip- does he even know where he is?
Shaken by his voice, you fall to your knees next to him, not knowing what to do, just waiting while the shaking subsides, not able to look away.
Jungkook’s head snaps back up, eyes clear and in control- calm like nothing ever happened. But the image is burned into your mind. He gives himself a moment to close his eyes again, taking another deep breath.
You blink, and Taehyung stands in front of you where Jungkook’s blood hit the floor, hand up, like he’s in the middle of something.
“I made a mistake,” Jongkook says while standing up, having pulled himself together, wasting no time. Taehyng’s face is clearly displeased at being pulled out of whatever he was doing- but his expression also carries a hint of amusement.
“You used your own blood and not y/n’s? And you let her stay in the room for it?” he asks, suspicious, and Jungkook shakes his head, clearly not wanting to discuss this right now.
You stand up slowly, noticing how Jungkook’s hair is sticking to his forehead, and your heart starts racing again.
“Are you ok?” you interrupt, the question sounds more like a plea- you’re too overwhelmed- too confused from it all, and the two men turn to you, completely thrown off.
Taehyung can’t help but laugh out, covering his mouth to stop it. Jungkook gives you a crooked smile, “Very,” he answers slowly, eyes burning into yours before turning his attention back to the pressing situation- leaving you breathless, mortified that you asked.
“Oh my god-” is just about the only thought your mind can manage to string together- you can feel the fabric of your clothes against your skin, suddenly too sensitive.
“I killed a recruiter,” Jungkook states. Taehyung’s face drops. “Jungkook…” he warns, “You’re my guests-”, “I know,” he cuts the other man off, “I’m so fucking sorry- but I couldn’t let them take y/n.”
“So now you’ve killed us too?” Taehung argues.
“Oh my god-” you whisper, your bodily sensations taking a darker turn.
“No! - No, I have a pan,” Jungkook lifts his hands in defense, talking fast. “Make a deal with me- bond yourself to me.”
Both your and Taehyung's eyes widen. The man seems shocked.
“What did you just say?” Taehung asks, stepping back.
“Look- together, we'll be powerful enough to have a chance at escaping- we’ll never be able to set foot here again, but you’ll be free.” Jungkook nods, as if he’s saying yes to his own question.
“You’re cocky enough to come here thinking there’ll be no consequences, and you’re willing to give up being the sole ruler of your realm?” Taehyung asks in a low voice, clearly questioning his old friend.
“I’m the one who made this mess, am I not? Besides- if I have to share with anyone-” Jungkook shrugs, and Taehyung tightens his lips.
“And how do you think Namjoon will take us making this decision on our own?” Taehyung continues his questioning, and you tilt your head, joining him; “Who’s Namjoon?”
Your question goes unheard.
“There’s no time for that now- we need to start moving.” Jongkook pleads, holding out his hand- the vulnerability in his voice surprising you. If the room had a hair of lightness left, it just disappeared- all eyes now on Jungkook’s stretched out hand, palm open- waiting.
“Dam it,” Taehyung bites his teeth together, balling his hands up tightly, before letting go- giving his hand to Jungkook; there’s no better option.
“We have a deal?” Jungkook asks, eyes shining black in the dim light, and Taehyung nods, “Yes.”
If someone listened closely, they’d barely be able to hear faint, fast footsteps through the corridors. You have your dagger in hand- Taehyung is in front, leading the way, Jungkook follows close behind you, making sure you don’t get lost if something were to happen.
You’re not sure what they’re doing, but you can feel energy emanating from them, the sheer force making you a bit dizzy.
The three of you sneak down the tall spiral staircase, your hand barely touching the wall as you go round and round. No one’s speaking, but Taehyung starts looking back, concern on his face, wordlessly signaling something to Jungkook, who himself looks a bit bothered.
The energy they emit intensifies, pressurising the air.
You feel confused. The stairs keep going down, down, and down. Were they always this long? This cold, dimly lit space is confusing to say the least.
You start to fear being trapped in this spiral forever, but, finally, it has an end. A flat floor replaces the steps underneath your feet, and Taehyung turns left- you follow.
At this level, the halls smell musty, and you can’t help but feel like you’re underground, though, you know that’s not true… you’ve been through this. Literally- wait…
You hurry past a brick on the wall that sticks out way past the others, breaking up the gray- didn’t you pass that like five minutes ago?
You’re slowly losing all sense of direction. Taehyung seems to know exactly which way to turn every time the corridor splits off. You feel Jungkook behind you, his presence at least giving a slight bit of comfort. Your head wants to drift to the kiss- that brief, perfect moment felt so right.
Then- his hair sticking to his forehead… the look on his face while intense pleasure surged through him- the way the corners of his bloodstained lips had pulled up… Alarm bells in your head flash red- you need to stay present, aware of your surroundings- your body’s screaming at you to do so-
You look down at Jungkook's arm, the bitemark already a faded scar… glanceing up at his face, you’re met by flatness. He catches your eyes, letting you in for a moment, and that same bothered expression from before grows evident on his face once more.
Whatever’s going on, the two men certainly noticed before you. Their expressionless masks are on- something’s definitely off… You can feel it.
Taehyung stops. Another staircase has appeared before you at the end of the corridor, going straight down, light disappearing as your eyes try to make out the bottom. The only path ahead looks way too straight in this windy place.
This is the first point you’ve come to that has no other direction to turn…
“No… No- this should not be here…” Taehyung mumbles. Jungkook walks up beside you, peering down the stairs as best as he can while keeping his distance. Your nose starts picking up a rotting scent emanating up towards you, mixed with distinct sulfur. You step back, instinctively wanting to put distance between yourself and whatever waits ahead.
Jungkook and Taehyung seem to have the same idea; Jungkook grabs your hand, and Taehyung places his palm on your upper back, guiding you as the three of you speadwalk away.
They have longer legs than you, so you break out into a jog to keep up, turning corners as fast as you can. The sense of urgency has picked up, palpable in the air.
An old feeling starts creeping into your bones- something you’ve truly only felt fully once before… impending doom.
Taehyung takes you and Jungkook up another staircase, then through several different dim halls, all feeling way too long, scirkeling.
You hold onto Jungkook’s hand tightly, his warmth the only thing keeping you grounded as pressure builds in your body for every corner- every step you take seems to be bringing you nowhere.
“Tae,” Jungkook whispers, slowing down a bit, looking more alert than ever. Then it hits you; the smell- it’s coming from around the corner. That same warm sulfur, rotting, stomach-turning scent-
You all stop dead in your tracks. No need to see what’s around the next corner- you can already feel it in your bones… Those stairs leading down to darkness- it’s straight, wrong architecture- no other way to turn but back.
“I know.” Taehyung mumbles bak, and you once again get physically turned around and hurried along by the two men. Jungkook’s hand lets go of yours, joining Taehyung’s on your back- the two men start jogging, ushering you along, and you have to pick up your pace- running- heart pounding.
The pressure in your body is stinging you. You grab at the fabric of your blouse over your chest, fighting your heart, arguing with your body to calm down. But there’s no use- every carnal instinct in you knows it’s right; this is bad.
Running rounds up the staircase you had just come down, your legs start shaking, not from exhaustion, but the force you have to put into not freezing dead in your tracks- like running is too late anyway.
That can’t be again- not again-
“Back left-” you hear faintly from Taehyung through the rising whooshing sound in your ears as you continue to backtrack.
You round the corner, take one step, then another, then- there’s nowhere to place your foot.
You gasp out- strong taste of rotten eggs hitting your tongue in a hot assault. Time stops. You hang in the air over the stairwell, on your way to plummet straight down- sulfur stinging your eyes.
A calmness overcomes you, staring into the dark- complete surrender.
You think you can see your dad- sitting on the floor down there, his face obscured. Faint whispers barely audible hiss in your ears- “… Do you want to wander the earth? Find your family? See them searching for you, never finding your body? Wait and helplessly observe until your dad shoots himself in about five years? Not being able to handle-”, the echo of your own scream sounds far away from long ago- “Stop it!”
You float- He’s not alone down there- something is beside him- something big, long- it hovers its hand above your dad’s, leading his hand up- your eyes widen- his fingers shaking, holding the weight of what he’s about to do- the gun almost falling out of his grip-
Strong hands grab hold of your waist- yanking you back, barely in reach. You’re pulled back as the clock starts ticking again- “Stop it!” you scream, stretching your arms out in an desprate atampt to go back.
You wrestle blindly, but to no use. You’re pulled away, tears hitting the floor underneath you, shaken off your face. Jungkook throws you over his shoulder- booking it.
“That is NOT supposed to be there!” Taehyung's voice waves through the roar of your heart. You kick your legs a couple of times- hit your fists against Jungkook’s back, but it’s clear- you’ll get nowhere.
You start sobbing. The devastation of not getting to your dad ripping through you like a knife- then, it morphs, as Jungkook and Taehyung turn corner after corner at high speed, you want to scream. You almost fell down the stairwell. You innately know that if that happened, you’d never come back up- but that stillness- your dad…
You feel like it’s your fault… If you had only known… His death on your hands is your greatest sin- you know it’s false… but it hurts all the same- feeds this distance growing in your heart…
The sound of boots hitting the floor fills another corridor as the men run around another corner- then, it stops.
Jungkook flips you down, keeping as close to the wall as possible, placing his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. “Y/n- Y/n, what did you see?” You avert his gaze, tears dripping off your cheek. The memory of your own voice echoes through your mind: “Is all that stuff you said true? … about my dad? And if you had to be invited… I won’t come back here, will I?”, longing for your old home shrinks you. You’d sink to the floor if it weren’t for Jungkook holding you up.
“Jungkook, I don’t think we have a choice…” Taehyung speaks under his breath, looking back and forward between you and his friend. “You can’t be serious?” Jungkook hisses, loosening his grip on one of your shoulders, holding his hand out so it crosses protectively over your body.
You furrow your brows, trying to understand anything- starting to chew on the inside of your cheek. The urge to run away is building in you, making your heart pound wildly- “No…” you tell your body out loud, mustering all the resistance you can.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jungkook pushes hair out of your face- the pretty braids he’d made a complete mess by now- he’s holding your head, once again attempting to get you to look into his eyes- his expression unreadable.
“No matter what we do, she will be pulled to the emptiness. We can keep walking until there’s nothing left of us, and you know it!” Taehyung points and waves his finger as he speaks in a hushed tone, attempting to tear Jungkook's attention away from you for a second, “I know this is risky, but it’s our only option at this point. We’re clearly not able to push through on our own.”
You hear them talk, but your eyes stare glassy ahead, your fingertips tingling. Your head feels like it’s being filled with cotton- pain radiating from far away- like the mangled body that was once yours is calling to you- closing in.
There’s a layer between you and reality now- you can tell you’re being shaken, but you don’t really care. It’s so cold… closing your eyes for a bit would be nice… You just need to get to where you can sleep… that sounds nice… then all this will go away-
More shaking- it’s a bit annoying, honestly- but it will stop soon- and the memory of this pain- all gone.
-Soft lips pressing against yours sends short zaps of energy through your body. It’s faint at first, but then it happens again. You feel something hard against the corner of your lip as well- cold- but not like this numbness… moving with the lips… More pressure- arms pressing around you-
Lips press against yours again- and again- insistent. It’s nice… these feelings… it’s warm… smells masculine and clean… home...
You pucker your lips, meeting the pressure, accepting it- energy starting to wave through your body as you feel a sharp inhale against your face, hands graping your shoulders now, pressing you against the wall.
You slowly lift your hands, tangling them in Jungkook’s hair. You slowly start moving your lips in sync with his, gently deepening the kiss, the taste of him sending sparks through your body- kickstarting your brain.
He sighs, and you want to stay in this moment forever, but you know that can’t be- As if he knows- Jungkook pulls back, that flush you apparently love so much painted across his face- eyes searching, assessing if you’ve truly come to, but you look away- it’s too painful to share right now… You don’t want him to see.
You want to preserve what you preserve to be your greatest sin as your worst secret.
Your eyes meet Taehyung- his obvious suspicions pretty much confirmed. He stands there with his mouth slightly open, like he can’t make out the implications of what he just witnessed- beyond the obvious… the hell do you know? You can’t answer him. You just know you’re here now- and you can feel yourself again- Jungkook pulled you back somehow.
Fear of those straight stairs creeping back in, making the soft new warmth in your body turn clammy.
Jungkook looks at you long and hard, a million different emotions just out of reach- but you can tell they’re there. You wonder if he wants to find out what the hell is going on between you just as badly as you do right now- but there’s no time.
“Ok… Like you wish, Tea-” He says, “Looks like y/n won’t be meeting the king, but a prince… Vassago it is…”
Taehyung nods, and you look at them, confused, heart dropping.
“We’ll have to pass him…” Jungkook explains, starting to walk again. “He’ll give you a riddle… If you get it right, we get to go.”
You stare at him with wide eyes, but Taehyung is already starting to get ahead- Jungkook’s pulling at your hand- “Wait!” you protest, digging your heels into the floor.
Vassago… you’ve heard that name before.
“Jungkook, I thought you said this king was one of many lesser ones? But-” You search his face frantically, hoping you heard the name wrong; Vassago… If he’s in the king's castle… how powerful is this king? And what happens if your answer is wrong?
“Yeah, a lesser king to us.” Jungkook nods, eyes glittering black in the dimly lit hall, and you once again question, for the first time in a while: who the hell have you given your soul to?
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Read part 7 - Dragged to hell for you, here💜
~You are reminded of when you first saw Jungkook. How something about him is not- quite- human… a presence you can’t place. The same question you’d asked him almost slips past your lips again: Are you an angel? … But you know it’s not true.
You hold your breath, looking up at his face, avoiding the demon’s eyes, focusing on his nose… it has that slight curve to it that many old men get- but it’s still unnaturally perfect.~
HIIII I just wanted to tell you that "Tell me the truth" changed my brain chemistry and from reading this I created such a beutifull fake scenario that every time i think back to the strawberry picking scene i can't stop blushing haha!! Well I wanted to thank you and idk how i will be able to look at Jk this summer pfff. LOVE YOUR WORK AND IM SO EXCITED TO SEE MOREEEEEE
Awww this makes me so happy I decided to share my writing 💖 I really want to write more like it in the future once I'm done with my current fic. The type of relationship in "Tell me the truth" definitely has a special place in my heart🥹
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Read part 1, here, read part 2&3 here, read part 4 here, read part 6 here.
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Song recommendation: BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul💜(comment if you have any better suggestions, this is just what I wrote to💜)
A/N: I'm not sure if anyone is following this story, but if you do, I hope you like it💜 I am working on part 6 and will post it as fast as I can.
Chapter 5 - Promise
Your journey out of Taehyung’s room feels trippy.
The hallways and stairs are way longer than you remember. All sense of emotion is gone from Jungkook as he takes you up the main spiral staircase- you guess it’s because there’s a chance that you’ll meet someone on the way, but it still creeps you out, just not as bad as it used to.
Ascending higher and higher, once you reach the top, there are a bunch of doors… You wonder what all the rooms are for.
You're shocked to find that behind one of them, there’s a huge ballroom. One wall is completely covered in mirrors. You feel so tiny again- this is starting to feel less like a castle, and more like a whole realm inside of a building. There’s no way this room fits given how it looked from the outside on top of the staircase, yet, here it is.
From all that’s happened, you feel a bit like you’re drowning, head barely over water- but you keep going. You’re happy that, at least once the door closes behind you, you feel the wall Jungkook had put up glide away, his features soften. He’d promised to try to let you in while you’re alone after all.
You're starting to think that he takes his promises very seriously.
Jungkook takes you to the far end of the room, only a few meters away from the mirrors. You drop your backpack in the corner, not wanting to leave it behind.
This room is clearly built as a practice space. It could fit an whole army, and you wonder how manny people- things- have been in here at once, practising various performances for the king.
“Are you ready?”
You just stand there, looking at Jungkook, looking at yourself. “I- I guess I have to be?” Your voice sounds just as stiff as your body feels.
“You do like music, don’t you?” Jungkook sounds optimistic. You wonder if he’s aware of what a disaster this might turn out to be. You wouldn’t call yourself a bad dancer, but you have no idea what’s expected of you here.
“I love music.” You say it like a robot, and he laughs. “Then this will go great.”
You appreciate his confidence just as much as his light demeanour.
He leans his fingertips against your cheek, carefully turning your face up, the feather-light touch making your entire body feel lighter. His expression is so tender, it takes you by surprise- makes your head spin for a second.
“Just let me in.”
You look into Jungkook’s warm eyes and feel that slight buzz through your body, letting you know you’re letting him in.
You’ve decided to trust him, yet you have to fight with yourself. It feels too simple, too easy. But if it turns out he’s bad, it’s too late anyway, isn’t it? Everything you’ve experienced leads you to believe that he’s not evil - at least to you. His friend Taehyung seems nice as well.
Whatever else you don’t know about him makes your stomach turn. Good and evil… What does that even mean? You're pretty sure the creature who mimicked you would not say he’s good, and if you saw him with his arms smeared in blood the way they were when he was done with it that day when he first came to get you- you probably wouldn’t have followed him.
“Stop thinking.”
You let out a shaky breath, well aware that he knows what’s on your mind when he’s looking in your eyes like this.
Trust- try to trust…
Jungkook looks like he’s not sure how to reassure you, a small wrinkle present on his forehead. “Can’t you just accept that you lucked out?”
“I’m not exactly used to being lucky…” You mumble, thinking of the events that led you here- all the shit you’ve been through during your life.
Lucky is not a word you’d use to describe yourself… even now that you’re looking into his calm eyes… a promise of belonging so close- you just have to accept it.
“I think you’re lucky- think about how all this could’ve gone. All the things that did go your way- the situations you pushed through while on earth, all up until the end- even then, you were fighting- and you still are. Real luck requires you to fight for the opportunity to receive it.”
You stare at him, “How’s that luck?”
You say it more to yourself than Jungkook, turning to the mirror, his hand slipping away from your face, heaviness overtaking your body.
“No matter what you think, it’s time to stop running. I’m giving you permission because it doesn’t seem like you’ll give it to yourself, and I need you here with me, fully. I can’t control what will happen to us, no one can. You need luck here too, so let’s work for it; that way, things might work out for us. Even if luck is thrown at us, we won’t catch it if we aren’t in the right spot.”
His words hit you hard, your hands balling up. You do always end up fighting, even when you feel like you can’t- you do, eventually.
Now, you fight against the heavy feeling in your body.
“Just listen to the music,” Jungkook encourages.
You don’t know when it started, but the song you’ve never heard before is catchy. Music always makes you feel better.
“We start easy, just try to copy me,” Jungkook says, regaining eye contact, slowly rolling his shoulder, swaying onto one leg. You mirror him, trying to roll your shoulder in a circle while you lean.
“Good, now, imagine there’s resistance in the air,” he pushes his arm forward, and you copy- immediately seeing how the movement looks more intentional- feels full all the way out to your fingertips as you resist the air.
Jungkook steps forward, and you copy without thinking, your nose almost touching his shoulder.
“Turn around.”
He sounds stern- definitely in teacher mode.
You face the mirror, Jungkook standing right behind you. You can feel the energy coming off him hitting your back. He starts lifting his arm, and you continue to reflect his movements.
You notice how he seems so fluid, and you- you look better than you thought you would, honestly. His few tips are definitely helping. But you’re not flowing the same way he does, moving his weight from one foot to the other.
You sway together- eyes meeting in the mirror, you're distracted by the clear intent on his face- like he’ll teach you this dance, no matter what.
Your hands start to tingle. You brush your back against his chest, getting a bit out of sync.
Jungkook brakes eyecontact, looking down, clearing his throat, and you take a tiny step forward, creating some distance, hoping that’ll clear your head.
“Try to match your breath with your movements,” he instructs. You try, but somehow it makes it worse, and you bump into him lightly.
He stops, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip, and you shut your eyes tightly for a second. Why is he smiling like that? Are you being funny?
“Stretch your arms up as you breathe in,” You start to move- Jungkook studies you closely, then, as the base hits, he leads your arms down with open hands and an exhale.
He leads your arms out again, guiding them with a gentle touch, breathing in together. “Like that,” he exhales, slight shakiness in his voice, sending a shiver down your spine, “feel the music like it’s your heartbeat.”
Suddenly, he grabs hold of your hand and spins you around, bringing it high above your head, your body stretching, making you take in air. The air escapes your lungs as he makes you contract your arm back in, failing to stop properly, crashing into him.
Jungkook catches you with ease, steadying you so you don’t fall, hands firmly on your waist. You grab on to his shirt in surprise, your forehead bumps into his chest- you feel his breath stop.
You stretch back up with a gasp.
“See, now you’re getting the hang of it.” He’s fully grinning at you, and you pull back, feeling how your face starts to burn in embarrassment- probably redder than his… why’s he blushing?
Maybe he’s shy too or something?
After a couple more exercises, convincing Jungkook that you have indeed danced before, he slowly starts teaching you the choreography.
It’s made apparent to you very quickly that your body is different now than it used to be. You can will yourself to pull off tricks you’re certain you should not be physically capable of. But yet, after a few tries, once you get your head wrapped around what your body is supposed to do- how your muscles should stretch, joints moving the way you want them to; you do it.
It feels good; free- finally, you feel like you are no longer misplaced… at least the moments that you move in sync with Jungkook- hit the beat exactly when you’re supposed to. You are exactly where you belong in the universe. A wrinkle constantly present between your brows, remembering steps, counting the beat.
The first section is danced apart, and Jungkook tells you that for the next few counts, you will start dancing together.
“Trust me to lift you?” He jokes, and you smile. “I don’t know, do I trust me to be lifted?” You answer, not wanting to admit that you have no concern at all. You do trust that he won’t drop you.
“I think you can be trusted.” He smirks. “...Before we continue, check your backpack. He can be quite random- but, Bam didn’t give it to you for no reason.”
You go over to your backpack, sitting down. You expect to find your notebook, but when you reach your hand in, there’s a box as well. You are certain it was not there before.
You open it. It’s filled with your favourite snacks and some diced fruit. You look up at Jungkook, eyebrows raised.
“Since you’re used to eating regularly, Bam and I figured we had to give you access to food somehow.”
You don’t ask any questions, just take a bite... magic backpack? Well, there have been stranger things lately.
You're surprised that you’re not hungry. Jungkook did say you don’t need to eat anymore, but the longing for food hits you like a truck the moment it touches your lips, and you finish it all. The fresh fruit a perfect ending touch.
Once you start back up again, you bite the inside of your cheek, hard. Cursing at yourself quietly, feeling your shyness creeping back in, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes.
He said; “Take two big steps, and jump into my arms, wrap your legs around my waist.”
Now he stands there, his arms open, and you feel your heart in your throat. You can hear by the song and see in the movements that this dance definitely has a sensual vibe to it, and that was ok… until now.
You sway back and forth a few times before you go for it, stepping forward- jumping.
He catches you easily, one hand on your lower back and the other under one of your thighs, making sure you don’t slide down… You won’t put that past yourself right now, honestly…
“Now, I want you to do a big inhale while you stretch your arm over your head. Arch your back and lean as far as you can. I’ll put you down slowly, ok? Your shoulders and the back of your head will make contact with the ground first.”
You nod slowly, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest- you’re so close to his face, his breath’s tickling your nose. His energy is electric.
You stretch, and Jungkook does the same, making your arms arch away from each other, painting a half circle, his other hand still firmly on your lower back, steadying you as you slowly roll down.
His eyes glide over your body for a second, a flicker of something shining through. You accidentally let out a little squeak- feeling weirdly exposed lying downwards with your legs still firmly around his waist like this. He bends down, completing the circle with his arm, ending up over you on all fours.
He inhales sharply, looking away, letting your hips down to the floor, lingering over you for a second too long before giving you his hand. His face is flushed again, but that’s for sure just from the strain of lifting you, right?
You try to convince yourself that you like the look of it because it makes him look more human… definitely. That’s why you’re focusing on that…
“I’ll stand up and pull you back with me- I want you to use the momentum and let me lift you over my head.”
You nod insistently, needing to get out of this position before you want to stay- you can’t think of any good excuse to explain away to yourself why you would want that. Other than… but certainly not-?
Jungkook pulls you to your feet, and you continue the momentum just like he explained, jumping as he lifts you, holding you over his head. Instinctively, you curl, kicking your legs to try to balance.
“Try to straighten out.” He instructs with a steady voice.
You do- laughing in disbelief, your body obeys your mind, stretching out high up in the air.
You feel like you’re flying.
Jungkook gently spins around before he lets you down. He stops still, eyes locked on your face, breathing slowly- too controlled. Straind?
“You know, that was actually kind of fun.” You smile. “Yeah- sure.” He mumbles, detached. You feel a slight cold intensity- something intangible glides over him, making him unreadable. Your heart drops.
Why is he doing that?
“I think we should take that from the top a few times, and continue later.” Jungkook's voice has no emotion.
You stare at him, searching his face, making him lift an eyebrow, “Am I doing it?- yes- yes I am…” he thinks out loud, and to your relief, the feeling glides away just as fast as it appeared.
You end up exhausted. Not your body, but your brain. It feels like your memory storage is full… Sleep- you want sleep.
You’re shocked to find that at this point, it almost feels natural to crawl into bed next to Jungkook. The way he looks fully asleep the moment he closes his eyes- not so much. You almost jump out of bed when his eyes slide back up, wide awake.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks. “Um,” you don’t know what to say. You can’t tell him “No, I was just staring at you again.” … That’s apparently becoming a habit…
The silence lasts too long for your comfort before you say, “Yeah, a lot to process.” It’s not a lie…
He lets out a heavy breath, lifting his hand, reaching towards your face. You stay still, and he gently brushes a strand of hair that has fallen on your face behind your ear. His gentle touch sends waves of electricity through your body-
You want to scoot closer to him, curl up against him, and feel comforted by him… but sudden curiosity on his face stops you.
“I… I guess I’m struggling to settle.” You interrupt your thoughts. The castle is strange in ways the bar isn’t, and the fact that this place is full of creatures- you don’t like it at all. Jungkook looks understanding.
“Come closer?”
Your heart stops. It dawns on you that you’ve been looking into his eyes, guard completely down. Does he know you have the urge to cuddle him? Is he just asking out of the blue?
You feel your heart beating faster, pressure rising in your veins- before you can answer, he sighs, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop thinking?” The teasing tone in his voice makes you completely mute, pressing your lips tightly together.
Swiftly, Jungkook scoops you into his arms and pulls you against his body- no warning, no hesitation. You’re about to lift your head in protest, but his hand finds the back of your head, pressing it against his naked chest.
You become completely still, listening to his heart beat fast in his chest. His fingers stroke over your upper back in a soothing motion- your body’s starting to melt, allowing you to rest against him. Taking in his scent, making you feel at home.
You wonder if you should wrap your arm around him? It stays by your side- you don’t dare to touch him. He feels so good and warm- but the feeling of his muscles against your barely covered body is overwhelming.
You don’t know when the nightmare started- or when you fell asleep- but the sound of Jungkook’s beating heart is replaced by your own.
You’re running through the castle's corridors, lost. Something small is following you- searching for you. You can hear the sound of fast, light steps behind you. Rounding corner after corner- not being able to escape.
It happens- it finds you- it knows where you are-
Your eyes dart open, staring at the ceiling. For a moment, you don’t know where you are.
This feels important… You should tell Jungkook… You sit up, and the horrid dream quickly leaves your mind, replaced by something way worse.
“Taehyung was not joking, you’re really good at drawing y/n.”
Jungkook sits by the desk. Your notebook is out of your backpack, lying on his lap- you feel exposed.
“I-” you try, feeling like you need to explain yourself. His face is expressionless, but there’s an unknown darkness in his eyes, and it’s making your stomach curl.
You make sure not to meet his gaze.
“You were really out. At this rate, Taehyung will be back before we’ve left.” his voice is flat. All the nerves that left you when you fell asleep in his arms come creeping back. He does not mention it, thank god- but you are very aware that he definitely saw the drawing…
You need to get on with the day, now!
As you start to practice, he’s clearly not fully there. His performance stays flawless, but there’s no feeling of closeness like you felt last time. He does not linger over you now like he kept doing previously.
You feel lost.
“Jungkook, are you ok?” you ask during snack break. “Yes, of course.” He sounds sure, staring into space while you eat. You furrow your eyebrows, studying him- pushing energy from inside your head toward him like he told you to, trying to read him- but nothing.
Either you’ve lost that ability, or he’s really trying to keep you out. Why? Is it because of the drawing? You think you would find it weird if someone drew you like that…
“Have you ever had this?” you carefully ask, holding up your favourite chocolate, trying to make amends. He looks down at it. “No.”
You shake your head insistently, “That’s unacceptable.”
Braking off a piece, you wave your hand at him, “Try it!” You try to sound as encouraging as you can, really selling it to him.
Jungkook leans forward, opening his mouth.
“Ok,” you laugh, placing it between his lips. His face definitely lights up a bit. “That’s really good.” He agrees, you feel your heart get a bit less heavy. That’s good, you’ll need it for the rest of the practice.
It’s gruelling; you keep going over the same hard parts, perfection being the only acceptable outcome. There’s a new part you find particularly hard-
You roll on the floor toward Jungkook, and he pulls you onto his lap so that you straddle him. You’re supposed to sort of bodyroll over him while guiding his head in a scrcle, ending by your neck. Then you’re supposed to get up. Only problem is- you keep stopping his head before it gets close to you, and he grips onto you way too tight, restricting your movement.
Every time, you have to stop and start from the beginning. You can tell by the way your head is starting to spin that this will be the last run-through for now.
You drag off your blouse, leaving you in your tank top, cargo pants, and boots. You don’t feel too warm, but the access fabric feels like it’s in the way.
“Last time?” Jungkook asks, studying you while you get ready. “Yeah, I think so,” you agree. You want to push your limits- but to continue much after this point would be meaningless.
It goes flawlessly. You and Jungkook dance in perfect sync. This time feels different- maybe it’s the determination to make this last time right?
You come together and flow apart, hitting every mark. When you get to the new parts, you don’t forget a single move, and you can see the approval on Jungkook’s flushed face.
You let your breath flow through you as you roll on the floor, pressing your full weight against it, making sure to complete your movement fully before you start the next.
Jungkook grabs hold of your waist, pulling you onto him.
The feeling of connection is back.
You’re determined- His grip on your waist is still a bit too tight, but you push through- rolling your body, sentimiters separated from his. You roll his head with your hand- Jungkook lets his head fall all the way back, and you’re guiding it all the way back against your neck, his hair tickling your cheek.
You did it!
Your heart beats with excitement. You’re about to glide off him, finish the last eight count you learned when his hands lock you in place. You get a small glimpse of his face- pupils blown out, he looks completely lost.
Jungkook seems to try to let go, but he pulls you in instead- crashing his teeth into your shoulder.
You gasp out. He digs his teeth in, not enough to break skin, but it radiates pain- one of his hands glides up your back, and you arch into him.
The sensation of soft lips and hard teeth mixes; you grab onto his hair- not pulling away, but holding on for dear life, trying to breathe-
Both his hands are running up and down your back more harshly now- tugging at fabric, pinning your body tightly against his torso, every movement filled with need.
Just for this moment, you’re drowning in the feeling of him- the energy coming from his body, rough, strong hands, warm lips, cold metal piercing, sharp teeth, chest heaving for air- A small moan slips past your lips.
It only lasts for a moment before he lets go, pushing you off like you burn him.
He scrambles to his feet, eyes heavy, apology and shock written all over his face, “I’m sorry- Fuck… ” He announces through uneven breaths, hurrying out of the room.
You sit on the floor, stunned, your entire body tingling- you press your thighs together, trying to gain control of your breath.
“You bit me?” you ask out in disbelief, head spinning, voice echoing in the empty room.
A tear falls from your chin, startling you.
You turn your head towards the mirror, only to discover your eyes filled with tears- your cheeks are flushed a deep red, and there’s a faint bruise starting to form on your shoulder where there are distinct deep teeth marks. The strap of your tank top has slid off your shoulder- it’s twisted to the side on your body and bunched around your waist.
You look like a mess.
You reach your hand up, fixing your top, gently covering the sensitive skin on your shoulder before blinking out and wiping away the tears. You can’t think straight.
Wobbling onto your feet, you quickly get a hold of your blouse, covering yourself more, checking that your heartbeat doesn’t show through your clothes- because it sure feels like it.
You don't understand what just happened. Did you like it? Was it scary? You don’t know. Maybe both. One thing you do know is you didn’t want him to stop, whatever it was that he was doing.
He did tell you that you’re bonded, and you felt it the moment you accepted his deal to come with him- you’re starting to notice- whenever you’re close… It’s intoxicating in a way you’ve never felt before. Is it like that for him too?
Should you wait here, or go to Taehyung's room?
You decide to go, not wanting to sit around and wait. When you’re alone here, you feel way too wonereble. You decide that if Jungkook’s there and not ready to talk, you’ll just tell him it’s ok before he gets a chance to say otherwise.
You hurry through dark hallways, heart thudding hard in your chest. You keep looking over your shoulder. You don’t feel alone, and you know now to trust that instinct.
Luckily, you don’t meet anyone on your way, and you can’t seem to close the door to Taehyung’s room fast enough behind you.
Before you know it, you’re standing in the middle of the room, looking down at a sleeping Jungkook.
He’s lying flat on his back on the bed, seemingly knocked completely out, chest rising and sinking slowly and rhythmically, lips slightly swollen from what he did to your shoulder. You swallow hard, sinking down next to the bed, not wanting to wake him.
Your nerves glide away now that you’re next to him, sitting on the floor- just existing for a bit.
You can’t believe he left you like that- you just know he would never put you in danger. The only reason you can come up with as to why he left is that he deemed himself the threat, removing himself from you.
You caress your sore shoulder gently. You’re starting to get a headache- you are certain he would never hurt you.
You’re scrambling your thoughts to come up with a better explanation when the door swings open. Taehyung steps in, looking at you, then at Jungkook with surprise.
You put a finger up to your lips, but Taehyung shakes his head. “When he’s out like that, you’ll have to make a lot of noise to wake him up.” A crooked smile drags across his lips as he sits down next to you on the floor.
“How come he’s knocked out, and you’re awake? He must have really exerted himself to end up like that.” You shrug, not sure how to answer that- you truly don’t know.
“You smell like him.” Taehyung gives you an enquiring look, and you furrow your brows. “What?”
“Yeah… and how’s the drawing going? Any more life-like, explicit drawings? Or don’t you need that fantasy anymore? I bet- ow!”
You cut him off, smacking the top of his head. Then, your skin goes cold as you stiffen, remembering he’s no ordinary man.
You hold your breath.
To your relief, Taehyung starts laughing quietly, “Wow, you’re starting to act like him too.”
You blow air hard out through your nose, “No, nothing like that.” The slight white lie makes your heart beat a bit faster, your shoulder throbbing. Taehyung is studying you.
“Your bed is small-” you finish.
He looks surprised. “He shared a bed with you?”
You tilt your head, confused that it’s a surprise to him. Jungkook has been sleeping in the same bed as you since he… collected you.
“Yes?” you question, “Was I supposed to sleep on the floor?”
Taehyung’s studying you, and it’s making you nervous.
“I think he’s foolish to bond himself to someone like this again, but to care- that’s reckless.”
You study him back.
“Are you talking about the man from Mesopotamia? Has there been more?” you question, eager to learn.
Taehyung narrows his lips. “Yeah- Junkook’s always had a fascination for humans… that one did not end well… it usually doesn’t. The fact that Jungkook and I- hell, all seven of us are still here is a miracle… but no. That was the only one he stumbled upon and cept… until you.”
All seven? And what does he mean by “only one he kept”? You listen to him closely.
“One important thing, y/n. The human world has laws, systems- humans are the biggest threat to other humans… here, if you care about someone, chances are- look, forever is a long time, and there are things way darker than you can imagine. When you encounter it, your only hope is that you’re stronger, smarter, or bouth.”
“Ok.” You cut him off, understanding what he’s getting at.
“You are new to this world, and by taking you on- letting you in to any capacity- it is extremely reckless. The bond is not a metaphor. If something is to happen to you- it would damage him deeply.” You take a couple of deep breaths. You’re starting to feel bad.
“But- however, if you survive, become strong… you’ll amplify his power. Though it would have been easier and way less risky to just eat you when he found you- take what power he could from you that way-”
“Why are you telling me this?” You look into Taehyung's eyes, seeing how serious he is, colour draining from your face hearing that eating you had ever been an option.
So the feeling you had that night when he appeared- of being in a dangerous situation- was real?
“Because he’s like my brother, I don’t want him to end up in a situation like mine- who knows when I’ll get out of it.”
Your heart aches. “You lost someone? It weakened you?”
Taehyung smiles, “I’ve been around lost human souls forever- besides, everyone with the power to… at least tries once to- you know.”
He sighs deeply. “Anyway, my time’s not my own. I have to go again.”
You blink, about to ask him more questions, but when your eyes open, he’s gone. You sit there, staring into the air.
There’s definitely more to this than you thought.
You stand up, looking down at Jungkook. Your conversation with Taehung didn’t disturb his sleep at all. His face is just as peaceful as when you entered the room.
You carefully take off your clothes, leaving only your tank top, panties, the jewellery Jungkook told you to keep on, and the holster with your dagger secured around your waist. It fits so well, it doesn’t bother you anyway.
You lie down at the edge of the bed, barely fitting without touching Jungkook, carefully pulling the corner of the covers over your body. You want to get closer, but decide to leave him be.
Sleep comes in waves. A loop of delirium. You're staring up at the ceiling, then you’re walking through halls. Keeping out of reach of light, small footsteps- then you’re staring at the ceiling again.
You feel the cold floor under your naked feet, the texture of the doorknob, rough in your hand, the faint sound of small footsteps coming toward you in the corridor.
You move toward it. The creature rounds the corner, and time seems to slow.
It’s small, resembling a human, but the nails are yellow and long, teeth like a million sharp needles, grey skin, wet, long, black hair sticking to its uneven head in patches.
The closer it gets, the smell of spoiled milk penetrates your nose. It’s almost on you when you recoil, instincts finally taking over.
You’re wide awake.
The creature's head is at hip level, snapping toward you. You grab your dagger just in time, blocking it with the blade. It gets caught in the creature’s mouth. You yank your weapon out, and a couple of teeth follow. Streaks of black blood now stain the little monster's face.
Your eyes are wide- you feel like you can’t breathe. It lounges again, jumping way higher than you thought it could. Your arms reflexively cover your face, and the blade meets the creature’s clavicle as it knocks you to the floor.
You hit the ground hard, a long nail threatens to scratch at your scalp, but the creature screams the moment its finger makes contact with one of your hairpins.
You don’t think, just tighten your grip on the blade disappearing into the creature, using all your force to drag it across its upper body, simultaneously pushing it off you.
It hits the ground, bleeding out fast.
You push yourself away with your hands and feet until your back hits the wall, not able to take your eyes off it. Adrenaline burns in your veins. Its gasps gets shallower until it’s completely still.
You sit there, the cold brick digging into your back.
The scream- you recognised it… It’s the same scream that came from the sack- the one you knew belonged to a human child.
You press your palm against your mouth, stopping a sob. It’s painfully obvious, the creature on the floor was once a human… the human in the sack- You screw your eyes shut, the dagger glides out of your hand.
You hug your knees hard against your chest, rocking, crying silently in the hallway, trying and failing to understand what you just did- and what could possibly have happened to it. It's memories that you'd tapped into plaguing you.
You don’t know how long you’ve been like that, your hearing is completely muffled by a high-pitched sound, and your heartbeat is loud in your ears.
You feel Jungkook's arms firmly on each side of your shoulder, shaking you gently.
You lift your head, meeting his concerned brown eyes, but you can't understand a single thing he says. He turns to look at the creature, then back at you. He shakes his head, saying something else, but you just stare blankly, not understanding.
He picks you up, feeling steadier to you than the ground and the brick wall did. You grip onto him like it will save your life.
He sits down on the bed, but you do not let go. He starts rocking back and forward, soothing you, swinging you with him.
You wrap your legs around him, clinging like a baby koala. You feel him tense, but you don’t care.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. He holds you firmly, not letting you slide away. You can feel how his heart beats fast in his chest- you don’t care.
He’s stopped speaking, letting silence fill the room, pulling the covers up over your back, trying to warm you- your body is so cold…
You smell his hair shamelessly, the clean, masculine, familiar scent helping you relax just a little- its soft texture against your face further soothing you. The intoxicating feeling you get when you’re this close to him starts to flood into your body- you don’t care.
You feel his uneven breath next to your ear, but you don’t care. Don’t care that you’re pretty sure you can feel him getting hard underneath you, pressing against your thigh.
Right now, you don’t care.
“Promise you won’t leave me like that again.” are the first words to leave your mouth once you’re able to speak, your lips almost touching his ear, and you fight the urge to kiss him. The silence that follows makes your stomach turn.
“It’s ok, Jungkook, just promise,” you press.
It takes him a while, but eventually, his breath forcibly evens out, he relaxes a bit- he promises, his voice barely audible.
You think of your short conversation with Taehyung, and add, “I promise I’ll fight… I won’t be taken away that easily.”
At that, Jungkook starts tapping his hands restlessly against your back. He pulls back slightly, shifting you on his lap so you can't feel him against your thigh anymore- it almost makes you a bit sad.
Jungkook’s looking down at your shoulder, browns knotted in concern.
You follow his gaze to your bruised skin. The memory of his lips against your skin is vivid in your mind- your heart starts to beat faster. You’ve been so out of it, it’s only now starting to sink in- the situation and position you're in… How his body’s clearly reacting to yours-
Finally feeling secure enough to let go of the grip on his hair, you gently cup his face with your hands, turning it toward you. His lips look so enticing… and you truly don’t think he’d mind…
You don’t have to wonder; he moves before you do, and your lips connect in a gentle, slow kiss- it’s more of a peck, really. Trying, unknown.
You break the kiss, butterflies tickling your stomach. You want to press yourself closer to him again- feel him.
“I’ll make sure you won’t ever have to do that by yourself again.” Jungkook looks at the door, and you let your arms slide over his shoulders, resting your head back down against his neck.
“I’ll be there.”
It’s a promise.
“I have to take care of that thing before it comes back… If it slithers away, I won’t be able to locate it, and it can come for you whenever.” You lift your head back up, concern evident on your face. “I’ll be right back, just wait in here, you’ll be safe.” He lifts you up gently, making sure the covers don’t slip off you.
You sit there alone, restless.
You rock back and forward looking at the door. It only feels like minutes since Jungkook left, but you don’t have it in you to wait.
You pull on your blouse, childing yourself from the cold, tiptoing over to the door- you stop, listening.
There’s definitely someone outside. Your heart beats harder, pressure building in your body. You can’t help but open the door- you need it to be Jungkook out there.
You peek around the doorframe and see Jungkook, back facing you, crouched down.
There are black bloodstains on the floor and a couple of stringy black hairs.
You freeze.
“Jungkook?” Your voice is small as he turns around, blood smears matching the color of the ones on the ground on his lips. You grip onto the frame of the door, eyes wide.
“I thought I asked you to wait inside?” He says calmly. You step out from behind the door in disbelief- breath snappy, heart sinking, taking in the scene before you.
“Did you… You ate it?” You almost yell.
He stands up, taking a couple of steps toward you, but you back away, eyes fixed at the blood on the floor.
He stops, not trying to get any closer, waiting for you to gather your thoughts.
You never get the chance.
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Read Chapter 6 - Secret of the Stairwell, here 💜
~You stand up slowly, noticing how Jungkook’s hair is sticking to his forehead, and your heart starts racing again.
“Are you ok?” you interrupt, the question sounds more like a plea, and the two men turn to you, completely thrown off.
Taehyung can’t help but laugh out, covering his mouth to stop it. Jungkook gives you a crooked smile, “Very,” he answers slowly, eyes burning into yours before turning his attention back to the pressing situation- leaving you breathless, mortified that you asked.
“Oh my god-” is just about the only thought your mind can manage to string together.~
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Read part 1, here, read part 2&3 here, read part 5 here, read part 6 here.
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Warnings: Chapter 4- angst, slight sexual tension, demons, language.
Song recommendation: BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul💜
A/N: If you read parts 1-3 before I edited (before I posted part 4), I am now writing it as a longer story, and especially the last chapter (3) is completely different. If you have waited for this part, you'll have to read parts 2 and 3 for this to make sense. I wrote it in a hurry before Halloween and was not happy with the story, so now I'm giving it a 2nd try. I'm so sorry it took so long. I've started some new medications that give me migraines, so I have not gotten to write as much as I wanted. Hope you all like the new version 💜
Chapter 4 - The King’s Castle
As soon as your eyes open, you cringe- hard. What was up with you yesterday? Thank god you feel normal again now. You decide all the intense emotions yesterday must have gotten to you somehow- that’s why you got all those weird conflicting feelings- that’s why you were all over the place. That must be it.
You sit up. Jungkook stands with his back to you by the cabinet in the corner, arms crossed. It’s open and filled with weapons. “Good, you’re awake. Clothes at the nightstand,” he says, voice distant.
You look to your side, and sure enough, there are neatly folded clothes ready for you.
Again, they fit like a glove: black cargo pants, military boots, a black tank top, and a black button-up shirt. It all feels very sturdy yet light, and looks like the female version of what Jungkook is wearing.
Next to the clothes, there’s a small velvet box. You pick it up, letting your fingertips run over the fabric before you open it, letting out a gentle gasp.
“Put on the necklace, earrings, rings, and bracelets. The clips go on the shoes, the chain around your waist- connect it with your necklace.” He continues to study the weapons as he speaks, “The silver and platinum mix will repel a lot of unwanted… hands.”
You carefully put on all the dainty jewelry, shivering slightly at his words... unwanted hands?
You're opting to drape the chains over your clothes, breaking up the black a bit. You’re happy to discover that you can’t really tell you’re wearing it, but the metal sparkles beautifully and silently while you gently sway from side to side.
“Come here, you’ll need a weapon, just in case.”
“Weapon?”
Standing next to Jungkook, taking in all the knives, axes, swords… hell, you don’t even know what it all is. Your body relaxes when his mild, clean, masculine perfume hits your nose, causing a twinge of surprise in your chest.
“I want you to choose one. It’s fully up to you. These are all very special- cursed, if you will- not the bad kind.” You concentrate hard, listening to him speak.
“You’ll know how to use it once you pick it.”
Ok… that’s good.
You let your eyes glide around, but they keep sliding back to a dagger in the corner. It has the same beautiful, shiny silver hue as your jewelry- looks like it will fit just right in your hand.
You stretch your fingers slowly toward it.
“Go ahead.” Jungkook incureges.
Your hand wraps around the dagger perfectly, just like you imagined. It’s cold, so smooth, it almost tricks your brain into thinking it’s soft. Jungkook grabs a black leather holster and comes very close, carefully attaching it to your waist, seemingly very focused on the task.
“So, the jewelry does not affect you?” You ask quietly. He takes your hand, sliding the dagger into place.
“No, it’s mine.”
Just as he states the now obvious, you notice he has a thin silver chain around his neck as well, and a ring on his index finger- multiple tiny hoop earrings- piercing in his lip- of course it’s his.
“Come sit here,” Jungkook walks over to the bed, so you follow, doing as he says. Starting to accept the fact that a demon apparently puts you at ease.
To your surprise, he starts braiding your hair into two braids, starting from your hairline, going all the way over the top of your head, his fingers working fast, soft. There’s no tugging like you’re used to, only light tickling from your hair brushing against your skin as he parts it.
He finishes the braids with tiny clear elastics. You think it’s probably going to be nice, now you won’t have to worry about your hair.
He puts his hand in his pocket and brings out tiny silver pins, attaching them to your hair, adding a faint sparkle.
He steps back, looking at you, observing his work.
“Pretty,”
Jugkook says it so flatly, you almost miss the flush of color on his face- almost. You’re letting your mind drift, studying him for a bit. It’s time to leave, and you dread it.
“Jungkook-” you start, voice getting slightly caught in your throat. He tilts his head. “I- I think I have a lot of assumptions about what it means to be a demon…” You admit, getting it over with.
He nods slowly. “You are probably right.” Your heart drops a bit, but he adds, “There are creatures- demons like what you think. But remember, I told you your more ancient texts get it right?”
You furrow your brows. “I think so.”
That day he appeared feels hazy, like it was somehow a long time ago.
“Remember I told you about the art demon? Demons are also lesser deities, spirits, good- bad- evil… often neutral, forces of nature, guardians- some cursed- you get the deal.”
You bite your lip, “And you?”
He smiles, “What you know is in the context of earth, there is more. Other worlds, relms- kingdoms, emptiness. Places you would call hell.”
Your heart beats faster.
“Earth… that’s not somewhere I belong. I belong here.”
With that, he starts going up the stairs, and you follow.
Bam sits by the counter, seeing you off, you guess. As you come up the stairs, he hands you a small black leather backpack, holding it lightly between his teeth. You put your notebook in it, feeling like that little book is the only thing that’s truly yours.
Jungkook stops at the door leading out of the bar, out into the forest. Your heart beats faster, knowing you’ll have to go out soon.
“One more thing before we go y/n.”
You look up at Jungkook with curiosity, letting your eyes lock. A slight buzz going through your body.
“I know you said you still want to be human- but you aren’t. I want you to know that,” You furrow your brows. “You are stronger for it, trust me, ok? Contrary to how things used to be, it’s now mostly your mind and the force you can exert that rule what you are. You are not bound by flesh the way you used to be- you’re not helpless, just newborn. Hell, you even took me by surprise for a few moments yesterday- and you don’t even know what you’re doing.” he laughs lightly.
You let your gaze fall to the floor, remembering his surprised, flushed face. The rest of what he just said, though…. It sounds like a warning for what's to come, but you nod your head, “Ok… I’ll trust you.”
You decide that you’ll have to choose to do so from now on. Something about his words makes the tiny hairs on your arm stand up.
He swings the doors open, and the lukewarm temperature flooding in fills you with nausea. You step out, making sure to walk right next to him. Your pupils dilate, trying to take in your surroundings in the eternal dusk.
Forrest floor, tall dense trees.
Luckily, it gets easier to see. Your eyes start to adjust, leaving everything shrouded in gray. A branch snaps somewhere in the distance, making you jump, trees feel like they are caving in towards you.
Jungkook looks at you, waiting for you to continue to walk.
“Sorry- bad experiences…” You shake your head.
“It’s usually really quiet in these woods. Some simple creatures occupy them, but they aren’t really a concern for us. It would be bad for business if the customers had a high chance of getting killed coming here.”
You scowl at him, “Why didn’t you say that before?” he just shrugs. Great.
“Over there-” Jungkook points, and you narrow your eyes, squinting up a hill where the forest thins out. There’s a faint red hue radiating from the top.
“We are going to travel to the king's castle,” Jungkook explains as you start to ascend.
“King?” you question.
“Yes, he’s one of many lesser ones. We’ll stay with his court.” You can hear the bitterness in his voice. “This next stretch will be unpleasant, but your jewelry will protect you, ok?”
“Ok.”
Once you're at the top of the hill, you look over a valley shrouded in almost complete darkness. Tops of dead trees peaking up. All of it’s covered in a faint red glow. Not being able to see where it leads or what comes next, you hold your breath.
“I don’t like that…” you mutter, what lies before you giving off a horrible, dreadful feeling.
Jungkook takes your hand, and you clench your teeth, stopping yourself from jumping again.
“Stay close.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. The air feels slightly thick here. Dry. You keep seeing shadows in the corners of your eyes, shifting quickly between trees.
The forest floor transitions into gravel so smoothly, you’re not sure when it happened.
You keep holding Jungkook's hand tightly, slithering through dead trees. Then, you think you feel a light tug at your shirt, but it dissolves before you’re sure.
Did you imagine it?
“Jungkook?” Your voice comes out barely audible.
“Just keep walking. They are from nothing, and nothing is all they’ll ever be to you.” he tightens his grip on your hand just a bit more, soothing your nerves- it happens again. Something tugs at your pants, only to dissolve. Then again- and again.
Again.
You drag your feet forward, getting slowed by a hundred small tugs all over your body. You close your eyes. Everything is deathly quiet, the darkness seemingly swallowing even the sound of your footsteps. The faint impression of sharp nails drag across your skin, just not solid enough to leave scratches.
“Focus on me.”
There’s no strain to his voice, and you wonder if he feels as dragged down as you do. The constant nipping at your clothes is getting more and more unnerving.
“When you… Surprised me, did you notice how it felt?” Jungkook asks, and you try to focus on him, his words, as he told you to.
“Um… I guess? Sort of like pushing? But, in my head?” You try to remember the feeling, but it’s hard not to just remember him being embarrassed. Why do you keep focusing on that? The way his face flushed...
“That feeling, that’s how you shield yourself as well. Humans are naturally gifted at looking into others, but don’t get too cocky. I was not expecting you to do it, and you have an advantage. Since we’re bonded, it’s easier for you to read me than others… unless they let you.”
Just like the tugging started, it lets up. Your body feels so light.
You let your eyes glide open, only to discover the darkness has lifted. There’s a huge field before you, and beyond that- a giant castle of dark gray stone.
You let go of Jungkook’s hand, only to grab hold of it again.
“Oh my god!” You whisper under your breath.
“What?” Jungkook sounds confused, but you don’t understand. You lift a shaky finger, and he looks.
“Oh,”
A couple of hundred meters away, there’s a huge figure. He has a sack over his shoulder, and something inside is moving frantically. You can hear muffled screams all the way over here- and it sounds like they belong to a child.
“That’s not our business.”
You scour his face for emotion, “There are a lot of things you’re not going to like here, y/n. We won’t see most of it, though. I don’t make these rules.” He’s chewing lightly on the inside of his cheek.
“They are all doing their own thing, at his demand, mostly- just focus on the good, the neutral- and guard for the evil.”
You think back to what Jungkook told you about following your instincts. The closer you get to the huge man, the more you want to run. But you breathe deep into your stomach, turning your gaze down to your shoes. You feel so small next to the giant structure- you might as well not look.
Hopefully, no one puts you in a sack.
The air here is cooler, and you appreciate that- it makes it easier to focus on Jungkook’s warm hand holding yours, it’s becoming your anchor as you pass the creature with the sack, the screaming not letting up. And you’re sure- it’s a human child.
You start to panic, trying to push energy towards the creature and the screaming coming from the sack. Protecting yourself, right?
You push more, and a feeling glides over you. You get the sensation of sliding down a tunnel- deep into the earth. You're small, probably only eight years old or so... you're dreaming... so- it's not real? You're safe?
You're in a huge field, and a huge man you don't know is coming towards you. Your house is close... but... this is not your garden? You should run, you know that. But... you're frozen.
"Hey, y/n. Stay here," Jungkook's voice brings you back, and you let your mind go blank.
"Did I- that was not my memories?" you question.
"No, it's not."
The gates are open, and you walk right in.
“Lift your head,” Jungkook whispers, and you do so reluctantly. You are surprised at what meets you.
You expected a huge entrance, something extravagant, many creatures. But what you see are two hallways, one going left, one right, as well as a huge spiraling staircase in the middle. You look up, wondering how high it goes, but Jungkook tugs at your hand,
“This way.”
You go left, passing countless wooden doors. The musty scent in the hallway makes it feel like you’re underground. As you reach the end, you turn around a corner, and there's another smaller spiraling staircase.
“The 15th floor,” Jungkook says it so casually, you decide just to nod along. Up 15 floors it is…
Finally, on your destination floor, you step into a small corridor. You think you must be in one of the tall towers. There’s only one door, and Jungkook knocks firmly.
The door opens, and you’re met by a man.
“Long time no see,” He starts, then his eyes land on you- you make sure not to look in his eyes as he raises an eyebrow, looking back at Jungkook.
“Now, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?”
You can read his tone immediately, unlike Junkook… he must be letting you. You almost wish he didn’t.
“Taehyung, you owe me one. We’ll need to stay here for a bit.” Jungkook answers flatly. This apparently amuses the man- Taehyung. He looks at you again, and to your relief, it’s clear the annoyance is directed at Jungkook, not you.
“Well, come in.”
You enter a decent-sized room. It has a small bed with a window overlooking the courtyard, a desk with writing supplies, gray brick walls… You suddenly miss Jungkook's bar.
“Have you announced your arrival?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook lets out the biggest sigh, “No, I didn't want to do it with y/n. Best to get it over with?” he asks, not waiting for an answer before he opens the door again, having barely entered the room.
“Y/n, no need to pretend with Taehyung, he’s a friend, and he probably already knows-”, “Yeah, I guessed,” he cuts him off with a grin. Jungkook nods, “Exactly- I’ll be back shortly.”
Just like that, you're alone with a man you don’t know- again.
He sits at the edge of the bed, studying you, and you sit on the floor, putting your backpack on your lap, holding it.
“I expect a lot of things from Jungkook, but to come here with someone like you- that was not one of my predictions.” He smiles at you- friendly, but you don’t answer, still looking around the room.
“What did you bring?” Taehyung presses, and you look at your backpack.
“Oh…”
You fiddle with the straps, pulling out your notebook. “It’s… I draw and write down information about the customers and…” You think of your drawing of Jungkook, “Anyone really…” you finish, trying not to blush.
Maybe you should rip the page out and draw a more normal portrait?
“Cool!”
The enthusiasm startles you, but makes you open the book, showing him the page with the Nordic-looking girl.
“Huldra, you’re good,” he praises. You tilt your head, noting down the name at the top of the page.
“She belongs to earth, like you used to, living parallel to your kind in the forests of northern Europe.” You look at him, intrigued, worried.
Jungkook said he’s a friend… That there’s no need to pretend with him. So him knowing where you are from should be fine?
“Are you going to make one on me?” The question makes you pause; you get the feeling he’s trying to make you comfortable.
He’s pretty good at it.
“Sure- but, what do you do?”
He smiles. “I once belonged to earth too, but not like you- I gathered lost souls, mostly wandered burial places, graveyards.” he takes a long pause, and you look at his face, same flat expression you’ve seen on Jungkook, “Now I recruit for the king. When I can, I like to stop by the bar… Seeing some faces I’ve known for a long time.”
You get a strong feeling you should not ask questions about how he ended up here, even though you really want to know.
You write down a couple of notes and start sketching him. You’re quick, and Taehyung gives you a surprised look when you turn the page to him.
His focused, friendly expression, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, eyes staring back at him from the page. If you’d seen the drawing, you would have thought he is human as well.
“Let me see?” he asks, stretching out his arm. You hand him the book, watching how his face lights up.
Without warning, he flips the book to the last page- “Now, what are you hiding?”
Your eyes go wide, you’re about to jump up when the door swings open, making you freeze in place. Taehyung does not bat an eye, just smirks down at the page where you drew Jungkook in excruciating detail, holding the book so only he can see.
“That went faster than expected.” Taehyung looks humored, shutting the book, handing it back to you. You promptly stuff it in your backpack, nerves feeling like they’re on top of your skin.
“Yeah, pretty straightforward this time.” Jungkook exhales, throwing himself onto the bed next to Taehyung. “We are allowed to be your guests on one condition: we dance for him.”
“Dance for him?” You feel lost.
Jungkook did say he is an entertainer?
“One does not stay here for free- even if you are my guests, not his,” Taehyung explains.
“If we were his guests, it would be worse.” Jungkook continues, sitting up, rubbing his hair, letting it fall on his face.
“We’ll get some rest, then we'll start practicing. By the time we’re done and performed for him, the imprint should be gone, and our stay paid.”
Taehung looks at Jungkook, then at you with a knowing look, and you give him your best “don’t you dare” stare. He shrugs at you.
“Y/n’s good at drawing,” You close your eyes, forcing your face to stay neutral.
“Really?” Jungkook asks, “Yes, she should show you some time. Maybe she'll draw you like a French girl.” Taehyung smirks, getting up. You're dumfounded. He knows that reference? Thankfully, Jungkook looks confused, but lets it go.
“You’re lucky you came when you did. I was on my way out; it’ll be a good while until I’m back.”
“It was good seeing you.” Jungkook says, following him to the door. They give each other a quick hug, and Taehung leaves.
“How long have you known each other?” You ask, Jungkook smiles. “For a very long time- we… became adults together.” He seems to be tasting his own words, seeing if they seem right.
“So you’ve used the notebook?” Jungkook suddenly asks, and you tense up. “Yeah, thanks.” You look down at the backpack you’re still holding, squeezing it a bit tighter.
“Of course…”
You stand up, placing the backpack next to the desk, moving over to the bed. You sit down, closing your eyes, almost jumping when you feel a hand on your back.
You look into Jungkook's eyes. When did he sit down next to you?
You see concern in his eyes. “Y/n… I think you should get some rest; your consciousness is not used to being aware for long stretches like this.”
You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”
It does not feel like that much time has passed, but now you’re questioning how long your journey from Jungkook’s bar to the castle really was. You have no idea if you have been awake for the equivalent of a few hours or days.
Jungkook pulls the covers down, gesturing for you to lie down. You kick off your shoes and decide you’ll sleep in your tank top and panties- doubting new pajamas will appear here.
You start undoing the clasp of your necklace, but Jungkook stops you, “Keep that on, we’re not at home.” You look up at him sitting on the edge of the bed, and if you aren’t wrong, he looks a bit dazed as well.
Maybe it really has been a long time?
You’re happy that Jungkook decides to not to sleep completely naked as he did at home, leaving his boxer on when he lies next to you. This bed is much smaller than his, so your shoulders brush against each other to get enough room.
This place feels very foreign, so to your surprise, you don’t mind being this close. The heat coming from his body is nice in the cool room.
“Jungkook?” you say quietly. He seems like he’s sleeping the moment he closes his eyes, but apparently, he wasn’t.
“Yeah?”
“It feels very empty here. From what you said, I expected there to be many creatures.”
His eyes slide open, giving you a lazy look, mirroring the tiredness you feel. “Oh, they’re here. But we don’t- humans are more social. Even close connections get spread out across time and space when life isn’t short and confined like you’re used to, when nothing binds us together. There are many things you don’t want to meet, and many don’t care to meet you.” His eyes slide shut again.
“That’s one of many reasons souls that used to be human like yours are special… Try to relax, we have a lot of work to do when we awake. Hopefully we won’t really meet many others.”
He reaches his arm over the covers and pulls you a bit closer. You pull in a sharp breath. You did not expect him to do that, but you let him. And you lay like that- completely still. Staying awake for a bit longer, feeling the weight of his arm through the covers, fairly certain he’s actually sleeping now.
You start to get the feeling that existing as something other than a human involves a lot of solitude and loneliness. No wonder Jungkook wants “employs” … wanted you to come with him…
Maybe, just maybe- you are starting to understand him a little.
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Read part 5 - Promise, here💜
~You turn your head towards the mirror, only to discover your eyes filled with tears- your cheeks are flushed a deep red, and there’s a faint bruise starting to form on your shoulder where there are distinct deep teeth marks. The strap of your tank top has slid off your shoulder- it’s twisted to the side on your body and bunched around your waist.
You look like a mess.
You don't understand what just happened. Did you like it? Was it scary? You don’t know. Maybe both. One thing you do know is you didn’t want him to stop, whatever it was that he was doing.~
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Read part 1, here, read part 4 here, read part 5 here, read part 6 here.
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Warnings: Chapter 2&3- 18+, graphic body horror, angst, sexual tension, nudity, demons, uncanny valley, trauma, language. This is the most graphic chapter when it comes to horror! If you want to skip the worst graphic and gory part, I put a red ... , scroll until you see the next ... and it's over.
Song recommendation: Wrong by Chris Gray or BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul.
A/N edit: Hi everyone! I wrote this as fast as I could to post it before Halloween, so I am rewriting it as a longer story that I will post as I write the chapters. The first, second, and third chapters have been edited and are now the "new version." I decided to put the second and third chapters together in one post since they are shorter 💜
(English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic. I try my best to catch any spelling mistakes, but please excuse any weird grammar or phrasings.)
This is only my 2nd smut- I didn’t realize that I would be righting waaay out of my comfort zone. Questioned my sanity a bit with this one😳(HELP I can't tell if this is way too gruesome or not scary at all🙃)… Anyway ~ Hope you enjoy the story 💜
Chapter 2 - The creature named Bam
You are right.
When he opens the door, you walk into a bar. It’s nice, with dark wood, black leather chairs and couches, a comfy, dimly lit atmosphere… really upscale.
The door closes behind you, and you feel like a bubble encloses you in this space, lost somewhere between others.
“Welcome home,” Jungkook says flatly.
You continue to look around, nerves are creeping into your body. “Black’s your favorite color?” you try to joke, having no idea what to do or how to act. He does not answer as he walks towards the bar, and you look down at your ghost pajamas.
That did not land well…
Behind the counter, a door swings open, and the sounds of paws against the wooden floor come toward you.
“I got her,” Jungkook states as you stand there confused, feeling more misplaced than ever. A red and tan Doberman clicks around, coming up to you. Sitting down, you can tell he’s studying you.
“Huh… you have a dog? Another one of your possessions?”
The dog’s ears twitch, and Jungkook spins around on his heels. “Don’t be rude. He is Bam, the chef.”
Your lips part slightly, studying the creature that’s apparently… not a dog?
Clearly…
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, unsure of who to look at.
“I’m y/n,” you great Bam, struggling not to use your dog voice. Bam gives you a short bark before he turns around, walking back to the kitchen again. Jungkook puts his hand on him as he passes, stroking down Bam’s back as he gets back to whatever it is that he does.
You sense a closeness between them.
“Bam’s busy, don’t take it personally,” Jungkook comments as if that’s the most natural thing in the world. “You’ll get to know each other in time. And you aren’t my possession, you’ll be y/n, the waitress- My waitress, but still. Now, I also have places I need to get to, so let’s get a few things set.”
He starts rolling up the sleeves on his button-up shirt, and you notice that his right arm is full of tattoos. He has some piercings too. You can’t help but find that very Interesting. You have no idea what you expected a demon to look like.
“I’m expecting a regular soon, I think he’ll be ok for you to handle.” Jungkook steps closer as he talks, studying you, giving you that teacher look.
“When you hear a bell ring, the food, drinks, whatever, will have appeared behind the counter, in front of the kitchen. You serve him, just like you would serve any customer.” Jungkook takes a deep breath before he continues.
“There are, however, a few rules you should follow to keep safe. Given your track record-” Laughing out in disbelief, you cut him off.
Is he serious?
“I didn’t think it was real!” You defend yourself. “Ok, good.” He looks you up and down slowly.
“To start, never look into their eyes, ok?” You nod. “Also, if for some reason, any reason- they ask you to come outside, don’t. They can’t drag you out, but they can, and probably will try to trick you.”
Swallowing hard, you continue to listen.
“Don’t tell them about yourself, where you are from- certain things- they get weird about Earth- humans. No talk of weaknesses, get it?” You nod again, feeling a bit clammy.
“If you start to feel like you’re missing time… I suggest you get away.” Your eyes lock on his, feeling the sternness in them.
“...Why?”
It comes out more carefully than you expected.
“There are a few reasons, but as I said, I have places to be, and I think that covers the most crucial parts.” He blinks. “No, actually- don’t mention time? Ok? The whole Earth thing is complicated; you don’t want them to pin your origin down, whatever it takes. You aren’t supposed to belong here.”
The intensity in his eyes makes your breath stop, once again questioning what you have agreed to. But there’s no going back now.
“I think I get it…” You’re nodding at him, making sure to burn his words into your memory as best as you can. So much has happened already, it’s all starting to feel like one big blur. There has been absolutely no time to process. Your tears have somehow dried up… But for how long?
Jungkook walks over to the bar, opening up a black door that almost blends with the wall next to it, which leads to a staircase.
“Come with me,” He commands as he’s walking down. You stumble forward, grabbing onto the railing for support.
You step out of the stairs into a bedroom. There’s nothing special about it, really. The interior is still mostly black. A big bead, a wardrobe, cabinet, a chair in the corner… another door?
“This is where we sleep.”
You feel your heart stop.
“We!?”
He turns around, face showing no signs of being bothered- or anything, really. “In time, since you belong here now, your own place might appear, like Bam’s kitchen. But for now, yes, we sleep here.”
You look away, focusing on a ghost on your pajamas, hoping he can’t sense that the thought of sleeping next to him makes you way too nervous in all sorts of ways.
“Do I still need to sleep, eat, stuff like that?” He shakes his head, “No, but for your sanity, I suggest that you do.”
He points to the door in the right corner, “There’s a uniform for you in the bathroom. Take a shower to get rid of the scent. Get changed, and follow the rules I told you. Y/n, you should be fine.” Your face contorts. “Do I smell?”
Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, annoyance written all over his face. But his voice remains forever calm. “Yes, and no, I can tell exactly what attacked you, was all over and in you. Your body was not exactly whole when you left it. The presence of blood and bile tends to linger, though- you don’t smell, per se... Just shower? Ok?”
He turns around and starts to leave, walking up the stairs. Seemingly not having time for more of your questions, and you sort of regret asking that last one.
You stand there dumbfounded, smelling your arm. It smells like nothing to you, but if he can tell, the customers probably can as well. The thought sends shivers down your spine.
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The bathroom is large. There’s a shower as well as a big bathtub, a full-length mirror, and a double sink- you feel like you’ve stepped into a five-star hotel. There, on the side of the bathtub, there’s a neatly folded black uniform.
There’s no lock on the door, making you feel uneasy, but you undress anyway. Turning the shower on, water as hot as you can handle, just needing to feel something against your skin. The glass around the shower fogs up fast, and for just this moment, you feel a bit more safe.
Salty tears start to mix with the hot water. Your hands find the wall, and you sob into the water. Your body starts to shake.
“Wake up…” You sound so pathetic, it makes you grit your teeth.
You let it all get washed away as it appears. You want your apartment, your bed, your phone so you can call your family… your dad- to tell him you're so, so sorry.
A raspy scream leaves your throat as you sink in, down, hugging your knees, rocking.
The water continues to hit your face, your hair, your shoulders, your back, and your feet. You inhale deeply, head quieting down as your fingers tingle, quickly soothed by the water.
You want to stay here forever, in this bubble, where the only sound is water hitting you. But that’s probably not a good idea. You drag yourself to your feet, turning the nub, ending your source of comfort.
The uniform is nice. If this was a normal job, you’d be very happy. Black blouse, simple but stylish, pencil skirt that fits like a glove- that’s never happened to you before. Standard black tights and very plain, sleek shoes. Yes, they have heels, but they are so short that it should be fine walking all day.
You walk into the bedroom, sitting on the corner of the bed, just breathing, taking a second in silence. It was nice to cry, but it has taken a lot out of you. Your hands and feet are still tingling slightly.
You hear the sound of a bell upstairs. Rest time’s over. It’s time to greet your first customer.
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You hurry up the stairs, wasting no time. You notice a big pint of beer that stands on a tray on the table in front of the kitchen, behind the bar. You pick it up, plastering your best customer service smile on your face, thankful that you have experience.
An old man is sitting behind one of the tables closest to the door. He’s wearing a dark gray suit, his hair white as snow. He looks like he was a very big and muscular man once. But now, he’s sunken in, probably in his 90s. If he were human… that is…
He looks up towards you, his gaze far too clear and sharp for someone his age. You make sure not to look directly into his eyes, focusing on his nose.
“Welcome,” You say as warmly as you can muster.
Everything seems to go quiet except the sound of your heels clicking towards him, and the faint, fast beats of your heart in your ears. There’s a looming presence coming from him, making you want to get away as soon as you’ve given him his drink. The shadows by the table seem too dark.
“A new face? What’s your name?” His voice is calming, even friendly-sounding. Your heart starts pounding harder.
“I’m just someone working here,” you avoid his question, carefully placing his glass on the table. “Let me know if I can help you with anything!” Ready to turn around, you're stopped by his voice.
“Some company from a pretty girl would be nice.”
You swallow hard. He seems harmless… but something, you just can’t put your finger on it- it’s just not right. Not just inhuman like Jungkook, but wrong.
You slide down on the chair across the table from him anyway. There are no other customers to be served, and you don’t want to be rude. How embarrassing would it be to be bad at this job? What if Jungkook decides you are not useful anyway? You had not thought about that. What would happen to you then?
“It’s been a long time since I've seen a new face here.”
You can tell you're being studied as he sips his drink. You thought his old hands would shake from the weight of the glass, but they are completely steady.
“Oh, I’m here?” It comes out as a question. What are you doing? Jungkook said Not to mention time, how are you supposed to answer? And have others been working here? Or does he mean Bam?
“I mean- I hope you like me working here?”
He sets his glass down, laughing warmly. “Well, of course, when is a friendly pretty face ever unwelcome?” You let yourself laugh a bit as well, wondering if you’re overreacting. He seems ok.
“It has been nice talking to you. I expect to see you here from now on.”
He stands up, and you look down at his glass, baffled. It’s empty. As he’s opening the door, your body almost follows him. You practically jump to your feet. You gasp, grabbing and hugging your arms around yourself.
“Bam!”
There, right behind you, Bam is standing. You let yourself lean against the black leather chair. Your skin feels too tight. You're just now realizing that your head is cloudy.
Bam barks, signaling for you to follow. You do so without question as he leads you past tables, behind the bar, stopping in front of the door.
“Can I- go to bed?” you ask Bam, feeling done for today… Honestly, you felt done for the day way before you came here.
He blinks, and you think you’ll take that as a yes. “Thank you… And, thank you for protecting me, I think?”
Bam continues to stand and look at you, so you go, finding your way down to bed, one shaky step at a time.
You kick off your shoes, choosing the left side of the bed after contemplating for a while, having no idea which side belongs to Jungkook, concluding that you’re too tired to care.
Still in your uniform, you’re sliding under the soft sheets and stare at the dark ceiling. That was not too bad? Compartmentalising is a skill you’re currently very grateful for.
You hear the door at the top of the stairs swing open, followed by quick footsteps coming down. Jungkook appears, looking tired and annoyed.
“I heard he stole some time from you?”
Your heartbeat quickens.
“I followed the rules. I was about to run the moment I noticed, but Bam was there.”
Jungkook puts his hands on his hips. “Yes, if not, you would probably have just followed that man out.”
“Look, one more rule- I thought it was obvious. If you get a gut feeling, trust it. It felt wrong sitting down with him, didn’t it?”
You think. “Yeah… I guess I just didn’t want to be rude… If I’m supposed to run from everything that scares me- I have a feeling I won’t be serving many customers…” You admit. Jungkook nods, walking over to his side of the bed, disgust written on his face. “I didn’t think he’d try anything like that. But he does like young women…”
You feel your mind go cold at his statement, but your cheeks turn slightly pink when he starts to unbutton his shirt, his strong chest and abs starting to show.
“Are you going to sleep in your uniform?”
You stare, feeling like your soul has left your… well- “Um… I don’t have anything else to sleep in… if my pajamas smell like blood or whatever.” He halts his movements, stopping at the button right over his belly button.
Jungkook nods, “It’s already taken care of. Just check the bathroom.” His focus leaves you, and he continues. You quickly look away. He’s dropping his shirt on the nightstand, and you hurry off, tugging at your skirt to make sure it does not ride up, not looking as you pass him, closing the bathroom door behind you, pressing your back against it.
“What is wrong with you?” you ask yourself. It’s not like you have never seen a man getting undressed before. You’ve worked so hard on getting less shy- before, you used to struggle with changing, even in front of your best friends. Besides, he’s not even human! Does that make it worse? You stop that thought right there.
You look at the new outfit lying on the counter. Oversized t-shirt and a pair of women's boxers. You do actually like sleeping in comfy outfits like that… how the hell does he know that?
You're relieved that the t-shirt covers your butt as you sneak out of the bathroom. Jungkook is lying in bed under the covers, seemingly sleeping already.
You tiptoe around, careful not to wake him, sneaking under the covers. It’s still a bit warm under them.
You make sure to lie as far away from him as you can. You can’t help but study his face, now that his eyes are closed, not looking at you- Into you. He looks peaceful, eaven innocent as he’s breathing slowly and rhythmically. He doesn’t look evil at all.
Is he?
Looking at his eyelashes, you question what’s behind them. He looks totally human. His eyes, even when you feel that not-human intensity from them when he’s awake- he looks normal and relaxed, no intense expression to explain how they feel; it’s like they are eternally deep, bottomless. A whole universe inside him that’s completely and utterly unknown to you… hidden behind those pretty, normal, innocent-looking eyes. You decide it’s not his appearance, but his presence that throws you off.
You turn your back to him, opting to stare at the wall instead. Something in the back of your mind is telling you that something unnatural is behind you, and that feels so wrong. Everything feels sort of wrong, to be fair. But the beadsheets are soft and warm. Your brain has so much to process. And sleep finds you quickly, no matter how hard you feel like resisting it.
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It hits you like a truck that this is actually real when you wake up, staring at that same dark wall. Jungkook’s gone, you can tell even before you turn around. Only a faint remanence of his scent lingering in the bed. You get ready for work. That’s what you have to do, right?
You're surprised to see him sitting by the bar when you come upstairs, eating some creamy pasta.
Do all demons eat, or does he just want to?
“Good morning?” You question. You honestly have no idea what time of day it is. There are windows by the door, but it has been looking like the sun has just set since you got here. Jungkook said that you should not mention time… so is it eaven relevant here?
“You should stop thinking and try to eat something,” he says between bites, pointing to a plate of hot soup standing in front of the kitchen, steam still coming off the plate.
You don’t question it; he’s probably right. You have enough new things to adjust to as it is.
You sit down next to him with your food.
Except Bam, he feels like the only other being you can somewhat trust now… or you hope so, at least. He didn’t kill you in your sleep, after all. Maybe you can get close to him? You are supposedly connected somehow. Your eyes scan the room, taking in your new reality.
You look at his face, mindlessly eating, and you feel curiosity tugging in your chest. “Do you… like eating?”
You feel stupid as soon as the question leaves your mouth.
He looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. Are your cheeks red? “Food is nice.” A simple answer… of course it is. Why would someone who owns a bar not enjoy eating and drinking things? Even if they aren’t human.
You sigh, trying to blow some air at your hot soup to help control your breath. You feel a bit like a mess, but you feel like that’s fair. The soup tastes nice at least, similar to what your mum used to make when you needed some comfort.
A lump develops in your throat as loneliness creeps in, making you look at him again.
“Are you going somewhere today as well?” He shifts his weight so that he faces you, leaning his elbow on the counter.
Is smaltalk normal to him?
“Yes, but I’ll be back.” He studies you, so you try to avoid his searching eyes. But after just a few seconds, you give in, meeting his gaze.
You don’t like the lack of emotion that meets you, combined with the depth, but it feels so nice to connect somehow, it feels weirdly intimate, but you are the only one giving.
“Do you… get lonely?” It slips out of you, or did he draw that out? If you weren’t blushing, you for sure are now. You think you see a glimmer of surprise on his face, but you can’t be sure.
He turns away from you again, folding his hands together. “You will get used to this place. Might even start to like some of the customers. A lot of them come back,”
You notice how he avoids your question, turning it on you. Despite the hot soup, you have ice in your stomach.
“Oh, I almost forgot, I have something for you.” He pulls a black notebook out of his pocket and a pencil. You’re intrigued as he hands it to you. “Here, write down whatever you want about the customers, the rules, whatever.”
“Thank you,” you whisper, but you can’t let go of one more question.
“Have you had other… emplois?” You hold your breath.
“A long time ago.”
He stands up, seemingly ready to leave.
“Did they leave?” You wonder. If others did, maybe you can too?
Jungkook turns around to face you again, looking very stern. “No. But, if you follow the rules and your intuition, you should be fine.”
You wish you hadn’t asked. That is not comforting in the slightest. Jungkook walks towards the door, but you give one last effort.
“Wait, where are you going?” He stops midway through the door, not eaven facing you.
“I’m an entertainer.” With that, the door swings closed, and you stand there baffled.
“Ok then…”
This is making less and less sense by the second. You sit back down and shove more food in your mouth. Eating instead of thinking, just like he said. And it works surprisingly well.
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Chapter 3 - Customers
The first customer you served today almost had you in a panic attack. Creepy as hell, humanoid, but not enough for you to quite get him- you think it was a him. It was made worse by the fact that he was eating something that seemed way too similar to blood with meat.
Luckily, he didn’t seem interested in you, so you left him alone. Keeping him in the corner of your eye at all times as you stood by the bar, really hammering it into your head that the normal rules of customer service do not apply here.
You sketched the creature, noting down a few bulletpoints: to not make contact, it almost burned you when you gave it the plate, and it grabbed at it. It seems to leave you alone, as if it doesn't care that you exist.
You have just finished a page about the old man from yesterday when the door swings open once more.
Your second customer seems like an ordinary girl, very beautiful. You decide to try some small talk as you serve her multiple glasses of what seems like grassy water with a distinct alcohol scent.
She talks about luring men into the forest. Given that’s her target, you gather she’s harmless to you. Quickly, you understand that she’s talking about Earth- she belongs to your now old home. You wonder what the chances of that are, making sure to bite your tongue, not letting any information slip.
It is not until she leaves, turning her back to you on her way out the door, that you notice a tail coming from underneath her dress.
You make sure to write down everything she told you. Drawing her is fun, you emphasise her long blonde hair and nordic features. You also add a point to the barely humanoid creature: “Eats impossibly slow”.
You keep eying it from the bar, trying to ignore how it gently licks blood from the meat before ripping small pieces off with long teeth. You shudder slightly.
Everything is going well, the beast leaves eventually, leaving a completely clean plate, no trace of blood in sight. It feels like multiple hours between customers.
You are left looking at your book. You flip it to the back page. You let the pencil hover for a slight second, then you start sketching Jungkook. With that cocky look he had while tilting his head back when he knew you would follow him.
It does not register to you until you’re done that you drew him with his shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his belly button, falling open, exposing one of his nipples.
Why the hell did you draw him like that? Cuppeld with the expression, it looks way too provocative for your comfort.
Biting your lip, you make a small circle next to it, then you start to write.
Don’t look into eyes, can manipulate mind? Or look into it?
Close to a dog-like creature named Bam
Likes pasta?
Demon
You sit there, looking at the drawing, adding little details, textures, and shading in his abs. It’s no longer a sketch, but rather a life-like portrait.
Eventually, the door swings open again, and another girl comes in. You hurry to close the book and look up, about to welcome her, but your voice gets caught in your throat.
She looks just like you. Not only her appearance, but also the way she walks. Her ghost pyjamas that are identical to the ones you had been wearing, and her voice as she speaks.
“Hi,”
“...Hi-” you say back, feeling stiff. Alarmbells ringing.
She comes up to the bar and sits in front of you. “Mind if I sit here? … I’m so lonely.” You force yourself to speak as you focus on her hands, her nails the same length as yours. Everything about this feels awfully morbid.
“No, of course…” You barely whisper. Her voice- It’s yours… but slightly wrong. Mechanically cold and animalistic at the same time- but just ever so slightly… almost a perfect match. All the muscles in your body tense as the bell rings behind you- hairs standing up straight.
You spin around- there’s just a cup. You walk over to it, and the scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon hits your nose, making your chest ache as the back of your mind itches.
You pick it up with shaky fingers and bring it to her. She sighs as she reaches for it, bringing it to her lips, taking a big sip, just like you would. You wonder if you should remove yourself from the situation; your gut is telling you to run, but another feeling tells you to stay.
You can't help but watch as her face perfectly reflects your own- is this how other people see you?
Her eyes abruptly open, blood red- a wide grin spreads on her face. You’re staring into her eyes- unable to do a thing, you get the intense taste of static in your mouth. Eyes locked on hers, all the muscles in your body start to tighten up, everything starts to seem so far away.
You hear your body hitting the floor, seizing- Bam’s barks ring out somewhere far away.
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The bedroom door is behind you. Your phone slips out of your hand as you try to crawl, knees aching from the fall. But your face is forcefully pressed down by unnaturally long and bony hands- long nails- you can smell the rot from them, taste it thick in your mouth.
Riving under the pressure, your eyes widen, desperate to see, but the dim candlelight from the table and your pumpkin outside isn’t enough.
The unnatural shadow above you clenches its fist in your hair, yanking too far back- you try to scream in pain, but it’s not working.
You're thrown onto your back by your hair- you stare up in deep, red eyes- face too long- smile too wide. It plunges its hand into your chest cavity- breaking right through skin, chunks of your hair strands tangled in its now wet fingers.
Your body starts to tingle, hit with hot, white pain. It flares through you with the sounds of ribs cracking- stomach puncturing, it’s content spilling out. You continue to rhythmically heave for breath- the function automatic, out of your control- arms spasm by your side, lungs gurgling as you start to drown in your own blood.
Your eyes don’t close- staring glassy up at the creature- vision getting foggy. Long rope-like coils are being stuffed into its mouth as a mouch- mouch more foul scent mixes with the familiar fresh iron one you recognise all too well.
Finally, you can’t feel your body- you're shaking- floating, eyes rolling back. Cracking and wet crunching start to mix with aggressive barking.
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The taste of vomit starts to seep into your mouth- black seeling fading in. Bam is barking angrily by the door. All your muscles still tense painfully, your spine arching- vomit on your face… in your hair.
Finally, you gasp out through the painful spasms, heaving for air- lungs and intestine intact? Your hands jerk to your stomach, clawing at it- just to make sure there’s not a gaping hole with broken ribs sticking out.
You fight with yourself to turn to the side, another round of vomit forcing its way up. Paws click toward you, nose pushing against your side to help you tilt over. You dig your nails against the floor- trying to grip on.
The air burns in your lungs, multan iron surging in your veins. You can’t be here- It has to be possible to get away somehow. What if you run to your car? You just have to get to your car.
Still dizzy, you stumble to your feet, kicking off your shoes- making a run for it- not thinking at all.
You plough through the door, met by darkness of eternal dusk outside. You start to run, no idea where you're going. This landscape’s not making sense. Everything’s lukewarm.
You run between trees, disoriented, sticks hidden under leaves cutting at your feet, but you can’t feel it. Your blouse is long untucked from your skirt.
Making your way around a big tree- you crash into yourself. But- she’s too tall now, not right. You scream and her expression mirrors you. Getting up, running in another direction as the world spins around you, a small branch catches your arm, leaving a long scratch, but you don’t slow.
There she is again- behind the tree to your left- mouth open in a scream, echoing it back at you, mouth too wide. You run away, but the air is like tare- why are you so slow?
You fall to your knees- everything tingling. You crawl as fast as you can, ripping up your tights as your chins drag in the dirt- dirty feet. Feet?
You look up- there she is… right in front of you.
You start dragging yourself backwards, tiny stones digging into the palms of your hands, but with every move, she follows. Looming over you- red eyes digging into your whole being- leaning forward.
You taste static again. You know that it knows. Who you are, where you are from, all that ever was and ever will be you. That rotten smell- promising your future-
“Y/n!”
Jungkook’s voice cuts through the air, and the creature stops dead in its tracks- slowly, with shifty motion- looking up at him. You dare to turn your head… There he is, coming towards you. Where eaven are you?
The creature starts to back away, slowly at first- but then it runs. Disappearing between the trees.
Jungkook scoops you up with no hesitation once he reaches you, carrying you in his arms. Your body is completely limp.
“Are you an idiot?” he says between gritted teeth. You just stare at him in a daze. Is he angry? You don’t care- needing emotion, any emotion. Not just the look of it on his face, but to actually hear it.
“That thing must have followed you from the forest outside your cabin… It does not belong here- Good thing I came. If I hadn’t, it would have been on you before you woke up in the cabin…” He pulls in a sharp breath.
Is he… is that fear? Not anger? You continue to stare at his face numbly.
Does he have emotions after all? Have you judged him wrongly? Memories of your afternoon walk play through your head.
That sound of a twig snapping… The paranoia of someone being outside… The double reflection you saw in the shed- was that thing standing behind you?
“So I just keep fucking up?” You are surprised that your voice is working.
Jungkook laughs bitterly. “I’m not going to hold you against your will. But- please consider that there might be a reason I tell you that you should not just run off- follow certain rules… This is actually for your benefit as well. I’m no trickster.”
Head spinning, you lean your head against his chest, focusing on his arms holding you. What the hell were you thinking? Did you just almost get yourself killed? Or wait… you're dead… what would eaven have happened? What-
You whimper, pressing your face against him as he carries you inside. The questions you don’t want answers to plaguing your thoughts are too much. All you want is familiarity- something that is not so unnervingly foreign. The way his body feels so human as he holds you puts you at ease, and you focus on the sounds of a beating heart in his chest.
As you get swept through the doors of the bar, you know deep inside that you won’t willingly leave this building alone ever again.
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Jungkook places you in the bathtub. You’re covered in vomit, dirt, leaves, and who knows what else. He starts to pull off your ruined blouse, but you stop him. Grabbing his hands as he holds the fabric under your arms. You’re not that far gone. Head surprisingly clear despite your body acting like a sack of potatoes. Your eyes are wide open.
“Let me- you’re safe…” he whispers- the words seeming to taste foreign in his mouth by the look on his face.
You let him.
He pulls it off. Then your skirt, what’s left of your tights, bra- all your clothes off until you’re naked in front of him. Just sitting there, covering yourself as best as you can.
You notice he’s not looking, his mind clearly elsewhere, turning on the water. It’s almost too hot, and you're happy you’re sitting down. There’s no way you’d be able to stand right now. But at least- the way your heart is beating against your chest is making you slightly less numb.
He gives you the showerhead attached to the bathtub, placing it in your hand, pointing it at your body so you won’t freeze while the water fills.
“Shout if you need something.” He mumbles, looking like he’s on a mission.
He does not look at you, just gives your hand a light squeeze, closing the door behind him. Your body’s burning from the hot water, what you just went through.
You lean all the way back in the water, letting your hair soak, washing it with soap- all of you in soap.
Draining the gross water, you refill the tub. Sitting in silence. The humidity is so high, you can feel it as you breathe. You sit there, staring out into the air. There’s been a lot of that lately.
The water’s getting cold, but you still don’t move. You’ll have to, eventually. But you don’t want to leave this room. It feels safer here in the water.
The door swings open- you jolt in the tub, curling into a ball, hiding your body as Jungkook marches in. His hands and arms are covered in blood, smeared all the way up to his elbows. He stops in front of the sink, dragging off his shirt, turning the pressure all the way up as he starts to scrub his arms, and you notice a big scar on the top of his shoulder.
“It’s gone now, for good. I’m sorry I didn’t notice we were being followed. Some nasty things are inhabiting the earth, especially in remote areas like the one you were in. You know- that’s the whole reason for that gut feeling you’ve evolved to have.”
You stare at him with wide eyes, his back, broad shoulders, the way his muscles move… feeling painfully naked. His voice is empty of emotion again.
What had he done? … You honestly don’t care. As long as that thing never uses your voice again, you are happy he did it.
Yet, you can’t shake the thought of that thing backing off when it saw him. You wonder what he’s capable of. Also… the things he seems to know, the way he carries himself… how old is he?
He looks to be in his mid to late 20s. Hard to tell. But you know that’s definitely not right- at all. But time does not seem to matter here anyway, right? If he’s never been alive… was he ever a child? Does he age?
Having taken care of the mess, he turns towards you, arms clean, leaning against the sink, letting out a big sigh. He stands there with his eyes closed- relaxing? Does he get tired?
You can hear your heart beating in your ears- feel it beating in places you wish it didn’t. He’s just wearing pants, you’re naked- you don’t feel ok at all. You feel like you should not be looking at him like that.
“Um… I should probably get dressed…” You croak, voice sore from vomiting, jittery from nerves.
“Mmm…” Jungkook lazily agrees, eyes still closed, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
He grabs a towel, holding it up in front of the bathtub, giving you a nod.
You hesitate, but quickly understand he can’t see you when he holds the towel like that. You place your hands on the side of the bathtub, testing your body, carefully standing up as he wraps the towel around you.
He gives you his hand, making sure you don’t trip as you step out. You look into his eyes and see- nothing. Just that intensity… You can’t help but ask- or maybe something in him drags information out of you again?
“Jungkook… What do you feel?” It seems to catch him off guard as he furrows his brows. “What do you mean?” He asks flatly. Clearly, you are at least a small part as confusing to him as he is to you.
“I- um… Like, do you feel at all- or is that a human thing?” You feel stupid for asking, but you have to know.
“Do you still feel?” He asks, and you bite your lip. “Yes- why the hell else do you think I ran away?”
He nods slowly, his warm hand still holding yours.
“Are you still human?”
Now it’s your face that carries a confused expression. You have not thought about that…
“I- I want to be?”
He nods again, looking very calm. “What makes you think that only humans have emotions?”
You shake your head. “I guess I don’t… But- I can usually tell, you know? But you seem like you don’t? Sometimes…” You pull your hand away from his, laying your hands across your chest, feeling like you need to be covered by more than just the towel.
“Well, unlike you, I know how to shield myself so others can’t look into me. That’s a skill you’ll learn with time.”
You look up at him again, noting the amusement growing on his face.
“Could you… Maybe, try not to? No offence, but I’m guessing you know, humans with no emotions have something seriously wrong with them. It freaks me out.”
He tilts his head, and you pray to god you did not offend him. You really don’t want to do that.
“Yeah, I guess that seems unnatural to you,” he answers eventually, voice a lot softer.
You hold your breath, getting increasingly more flustered by him. His somewhat intimate tone is not helping. If he feels… does he feel things like- human things?
No matter how curious you feel, there’s no way you’ll ask that- you barely know him, after all. And he’s a demon, whatever that means. Besides… feelings are one thing, empathy is another. Though he seems to be showing signs of that too? Or are his intentions selfish? It would be bad for him as well if you get too scared of him.
You press your eyes shut, just in case. Apparently, you’re an open book to him- that’s a terrifyingly embarrassing thought right now.
You start laughing out loud, shaking. Jungkook steps back. “Hey… are you ok?”
“I think I want to get to bed so my head doesn’t explode.” You press the words out between laughs.
To your horror, he places a hand on your lower back, making you go quiet. “Yeah, let's go.”
He walks you to the bed, and you stare at it- stare at him.
“You’ll get clean clothes tomorrow,” he states.
You don’t question it, just crawl under the sheets, pulling off your towel once you're covered. Maybe there aren't any more clean clothes available? … That’s definitely not how that works.
He starts undoing his pants, and you think you're about to die, not even noticing that you're staring. The mussels in his arms flex as he pulls them down, eyes quickly flicking to you for a moment. He leaves the pants on the floor, pulling his fingers through his hair, getting into bed next to you. His hand find the hem of his boxers, and you look at the wall. He did not skip leg day… or any day, it seems.
Your eyes quickly find him again, and you keep staring as he closes his eyes. You're at the far end of your side of the bed, hugging your arms tightly around yourself.
“Hi…” you whisper, spellbound. He laughs, and you're hit with awareness of the look that must be on your face.
“Something you want to say?” His voice is steady and relaxed, not emotionless- thank god, but not letting on to what he’s really feeling at the same time.
“Um… no?” You flicker your eyes away as he bites his lip. He raises an eyebrow, sitting up slightly. Is he really blushing, or is it in your head?
“Why do you keep being like this?”
You try to play dumb. “Like what?”
He chukels, voice deep and warm, catching you off guard. “You even had the nerve to ask if I’m an incubus. Remember that?”
Your face goes deep red. You're pulling as far back to the edge of the bed as you can, sitting up completely, clutching the sheets over your chest. You think he’s making you act like an idiot, you don’t even know him!
“What?” Your voice comes out way louder and more shaky than you intended. Your body is locking up so hard that you can't help but stare into his eyes. Of course you remember what you said.
“Do you want me? You like men?”
Your jaw slacks, opening your mouth slightly. This is way too much for you to take in one day. This has to be the weirdest way someone’s ever asked if you’re straight.
Is he tapping into your thoughts? You are staring directly into his eyes after all- he said you're easy to read. What if he’s trying to mess with you? Though… he did just save you… try to make you feel safe?
You don’t know where you have him at all. Would he even be interested in anything intimate? You feel offended, feeling yourself almost push energy back towards him. You don’t answer, just frown.
“Were you like this with your other employees?” You question eventually, looking deep in his eyes, and you see him- feel him tense.
“No… The last one was a man in his 40s from Mesopotamia. Midsummer ritual gone wrong… He was convinced I was keeping him from his false deity. I had no bad intentions when I collected you- But I can’t lie… I was intrigued when I saw you.” A look of surprise grace his face, as if he didn’t intend on saying that last part out loud.
“Oh, really?”
You don’t know if you are supposed to take that as a compliment… He’s definitely blushing… Then it sinks in- the vast timescales he’s talking about, so far removed from you, you can’t imagine it.
“What I did to that other creature- That’s what others will do to you if they realise you don’t belong here, understud?”
You’re grateful that he’s changing the subject, he seems to have embarrassed himself. The look on his face reminding you of yourself when he drew information out of you. But there’s no way you did that to him? Does he let you in in more ways than one by not having his guards up?
The thought of the creature is making you tap your fingers on the fabric of the covers. You don’t want to think about it, just pretend it never happened.
You try to push the conversation in yet another direction.
“I understand... What I don’t understand is- You say I belong here now, but then you say I can't let the customers know I don't belong here?”
"You're mine, so you have a new place. But- it's unnatural, to say the least... You are not supposed to be here- or anywhere for that matter. So, they might disagree with me owning you, make sense?" You nod, rolling onto your back, turning your head to look at him.
He’s staring at you, cold, empty intensity in his eyes. You stop breathing, staring back with wide eyes. That not-human feeling is making your brain process him as just as big a threat as that mimicking creature.
“Oh, sorry,” he smiles, and the feeling glides out of existence as he lets you in just enough to feel human, but not quite as much as earlier. “It’s a habit. I’ll try not to do that when we are alone.”
“Appreciate it…”
You're sad that you feel uncomfortable, not knowing if you would like him to feel less or more human. You don’t want to share a bed with a man you don’t know- you also don’t want to share a bed with a demon. At the same time, being alone seems horrifying.
“There is something that concerns me,” Jungkook wonders out loud. “There’s probably an imprint from our travels… others will sense you, at least for a while. If it were just the two of us travelling, it would be fine… but with a third following- and that customer you talked to earlier happening to travel from and back to earth as well…” He averts his gaze to the ceiling, looking like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.
“Inprint?” You question, “But- they w-won’t be able to hurt me in here, right?” you stammer. He does not answer, and a knot forms in your stomach. His promise of Most things not being able to hurt you echoes in your mind.
You look up as well, and the two of you lie there, staring at the ceiling in silence.
“I have an idea,” his voice cuts through the air. Jungkook sits up, looking like he’s about to leave. Your heart jumps, and you grab onto his wrist. “Wait! Don’t go?” he looks just as surprised as you feel. “Ok…” he lies back down.
You’re snapping for air, waves washing over you. You hate how jumpy you are, not having it in you to give yourself grace, feeling like you’ve already shown way too much vulnerability.
“We have to get away from here until the imprint fades... Luckily, I know of somewhere we can be useful for a while- Someone owes me.” Jungkook does not look like he likes that thought.
“We can’t stay?” You almost sound angry. This is supposed to be your new home, and you’ve not even gotten used to it yet.
“Sleep, we’ll prepare once you're rested. I’ll stay here.”
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Read part 4 - The King’s Castle, here 💜
~ Taehung looks at Jungkook, then at you with a knowing look, and you give him your best “don’t you dare” stare. He shrugs at you.
“Y/n’s good at drawing,” You close your eyes, forcing your face to stay neutral.
“Really?” Jungkook asks, “Yes, she should show you some time. Maybe she'll draw you like a French girl.” Taehyung smirks, getting up. You're dumfounded. He knows that reference? ~
Part 3?💜
Yes ✅
No, end it there🙅♀️
Whatever, do what you want 🤷
Yes, featuring other BTS members as demon customers✨
💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Summary: Making a deal with a demon to work for him in order to protect your soul was not in your Halloween plans, but neither was actually summoning something.
Read part 2&3 here, read part 4 here, read part 5 here, read part 6 here.
Part 1 Word count: ~5.6k
Grene: Fanfic, Halloween vibes, Ouija board gon wrong, 18+, eventual explicit smut! (see warning for chapter), supernatural creatures, demons, mystery, hurt/comfort?, angst, protective jk, some possessiveness, fluff, ft. friend Taehyung.
Warnings: chapter 1 - Non-graphic horror that might be scary to some readers, cursing, death, demons, uncanny valley, y/n existential crises, slight sexual tension. (Warnings will be updated by chapter)
Song recommendation: Wrong by Chris Gray
A/N edit: Hi everyone! I wrote this as fast as I could to post it before Halloween, and have rewritten it as a longer story. I post as I write the chapters. This and the second chapter have been edited and are now the "new version."
(English is not my first language and I'm dyslexic. I try my best to catch any spelling mistakes, but please excuse any weird grammar or phrasings.)
Hope you enjoy the story 💜
Chapter 1 - Accidental summoning
You shake off your boots as you enter the cabin and place them by the door, then you bring your bag into the bedroom. Throwing yourself onto the bed, you decide that taking a hot bath is definitely a good idea. Your back is aching after running around all day. Halloween landed on a Friday this year, meaning: yay, party! Right?
No.
If you were invited to a party, that would have been fun. But this year, unfortunately, you’ve just moved and don’t have many friends yet. On the good side, it’s only an hour's drive or so to your aunt’s cabin from your new apartment.
You figured, why not take the weekend for yourself? Trying to make some spooky plans, watch a scary movie, or something? Alone in the woods. Some years ago, this whole situation would have been scary to you, but now, it feels peaceful.
Having worked late the whole week, the change of scenery is nice, welcomed, and definitely gets you in the Halloween spirit.
Adult life is just as stressful as you imagined it to be. Sometimes you have to stop yourself from being delusional, wishing for simpler times… But the truth is, times were never simple, just different. Change is hard, and you’ve just gone through a lot of it lately. But why leave Halloween in the past? You used to enjoy it so much.
Maybe by this time next year, you’ll have some new friends? Try to make a new tradition? Your aunt always lets family borrow the cabin, and she only uses it in the summer. Who would not want to get out of the city for a weekend?
Imagining celebrating Halloween at the cabin with friends every year puts you in a lighter headspace.
You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. It’s still relatively early in the afternoon, and taking a short hike in the woods surrounding the cabin sounds nice and relaxing.
Enjoying some fresh air, coming in, and taking a warm bath to relax your muscles?
Perfect.
You step out the door, half-heartedly closing it as you walk over to the treeline, leaves crunching under your boots, the faint smell of your aunt's perfume lingers on the purple scarf you found hanging on the coat hanger on your way out.
You smile, immediately seeing the little path you were looking for. You remember walking here with your cousin, but didn’t remember where it started. You feel lucky having stumbled directly onto it.
Afternoon sunrays penetrate through the yellow leaves. You're walking at a leisurely pace, taking in the sounds of nature. The trees are dense beside the dirt path, towering. And, you can hear water running somewhere. There should be fresh water nearby, perfect for bathing in the summer, if it weren’t for the bugs…
Running your hand through your hair, you take in the fresh but woody scent in the air, stretching your hands up high. You feel like you're in a painting, all the colors nice and warm, contrasting with the crisp autumn air.
Painting… That’s also something you should start doing again. You used to love painting when you were younger, and you were not half bad at it. Especially people, but nature is what you always dreamed of mastering. Never too late? It feels freer out here, like all possibilities are open.
Wondering aimlessly, just following the path, you're caught off guard when the sound of a twig snapping cuts through the air. Irrational fear creeps in for a second at the thought of someone, or something, approaching you without you noticing.
You look around, starting to perceive time again. You’ve probably wandered quite a distance from the cabin, the sun already starting to make the sky a pale orange color. That reminds you, you bought a pumpkin on the way here. You need to head back to have enough time for all your Halloween plans.
Grabbing the pumpkin out of the trunk, you freeze. It feels like someone is watching. You squeeze it to your chest as you straighten your back and turn around. You parked next to the old shed. It always creeped you out as a kid. You must be more sensitive now that you are alone. Maybe because of that twig?
It’s so annoying, but once you get scared, it’s so easy to stay jumpy. Peering into the window, you notice you have a double reflection. It’s making your heart pound just a tad bit faster. The windows must be old, of course, there’s no other you- behind you.
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After a warm bath, still in your robe, hair tucked in a towel, you sit by the kitchen table. Your pumpkin is a big one. You’re so happy you decided to check if the supermarket had any left at the last minute.
Carving that classic face into it, you decide to make the corners of the eyes sharp, making it look a bit more menacing, placing a big candle inside so it lights up properly and will burn all night.
It’s not completely dark outside yet, but you tiptoe out anyway, placing the carved pumpkin on the stairs so you can see it through the living room window. It’s cold outside now, the sunset making the yellow and red leaves on the trees and ground look like fire. The scent of frost is fresh in the air as the evening approaches.
You hurry inside to the kitchen, making some hot chocolate the old-fashioned way. Boiling milk in a pot on the stove, adding cream, brown sugar, some high-quality dark chocolate, a pinch of salt, and, of course, cinnamon. This is autumn hot chocolate after all. Breathing in the chocolaty smell of the steam, mouth watering.
The warm feeling of familiarity washes over you as you caress the corner of the wooden counter while you wait. The smooth dark wood was probably oiled this summer. It’s always like this, and you love your aunt for that- the small details.
Letting your hair down from the towel, you sit down on the sofa, crossing your legs, looking through all the creepy movies you’ve found. None of them look that interesting… Maybe a classic? You hold up A Nightmare on Elm Street, gulping down a big sip of your drink, reading the back of the DVD, but then, a memory creeps into your mind.
Your cousin had an Ouija board. You remember how scary and thrilling it was playing as a kid, a smile playing on your lips. The thrill of waiting for answers, wondering if it’s truly a ghost, or just your cousin messing with you. Her dragging you down the hallway in the middle of the night because she was too scared to go to the bathroom by herself. The two of you jumping at every shadow on the way there and back, laughing and finding it silly in the morning.
This can be the perfect scary Halloween activity to freak yourself out a bit. You send her a text.
“Hey, you still have the ouija board?”
“Yes, cabinet above the bed.”
“Thanks! Happy Halloween!”
You get up, walking into the bedroom. “What a creepy place to keep it,” You say to yourself, opening the cabinet, digging around in the mix of bead sheets and games. You find it, forgotten at the back, wondering if it’s been touched since you played together… Probably not, she’s your aunt’s youngest after all.
You set it up on the table, placing the planchette in the middle, sipping the last of your hot chocolate. Something is missing… You get up, get a candle, and light it. Turning off every light switch as you make your way back.
You beam as you carefully place the candle on the table, making the atmosphere just right. You turn off your phone, thinking that if it rings while you sit here in silence, it will scare you to death.
The sun sets further, dimming the autumn colors. Now, the only other light is the yellow glow from your pumpkin outside. You let your eyes linger on it. Eaven with those sharp lines, it still looks a bit cute. But the treeline of the forest sure is creepy… making you feel isolated, feeling like anything can be out there, lurking in the dark.
You gently place your fingertips on the planchette, taking a deep breath, remembering how you’re never under any circumstances supposed to play alone. But it’s not real, neither are the rules, so, here we go.
“Are there any spirits here?” You say out loud, waiting.
Nothing.
What are you expecting? You sigh, about to give up on the first try.
“Give me a sign you’re here.”
The light outside the window abruptly disappears as the candle in the pumpkin burns out. You jump, nervous laughter forcing its way out of you. “What the actual fuck?”
Getting up, you can’t help but think of another rule: Never take your hands off the planchette.
You shake your head, grabbing the lighter on the way out, relighting the candle. It’s slightly windy outside… That must be it. The candle is protected inside the pumpkin, but the wind could have blown through the carvings? That must be how… somehow.
You lock the door behind you, feeling deeply unsettled, and peek out the window towards the forest. Did you lock the door while you were outside earlier? You don’t think so. What if someone is outside? … No, it’s not like random coincidences never happen. You double-check that the door is locked.
It will be fun telling your cousin about this; she’ll probably make fun of you.
You go to get some more hot chocolate in the kitchen, having made a big batch. Putting it in the microwave, you look out the window again. It’s no longer possible to see the treeline. In fact, you can only see a few meters past the porch, which is bathed in the yellow light from the pumpkin.
Has that much time really passed? You’re only clock’s on your phone, and that’s turned off. The sun must have just set really fast; that makes sense for this time of year. But why is the hot chocolate cold? Did you space out or something?
You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling like you’re enveloped by the darkness, cut off from the rest of the world. The microwave beps, jumpscaring you. You hurry to turn it off, the sound piercing through your ears in the dimly lit room.
You stress-drink all the liquid on your way back to the sofa, placing the empty cup on the table, licking your lips.
Sitting back down, you pull a blanket over your legs, feeling safer under it. You look at the board and notice… weird… the planchette is beside it… did you drag it off when you got up?
You always follow rules, so that’s probably why it feels so weird, breaking them all.
You’re supposed to make sure the planchette never leaves the board… Why was that again? You don’t remember. And also… Is it not bad to ask for signs that something is there? Is that not giving permission to interact with the physical world or something? … too late to think about that now.
Cracking your knuckles, you place your fingertips back on the small triangle, pulling it back onto the board. “Are you friendly?”
It feels like someone is behind you, menacingly steering. Wow… This is really getting to you fast. You decide to joke a bit.
“Are you happy to see me?” still nothing. Ok…
“Do I know you?” Yet again, of course, nothing. Just this horrible feeling of doom.
You pull the blanket a bit closer around you, quickly placing your hands back. You feel so naked and exposed. Your fingers start to get that prickly feeling you usually get when falling asleep. The planchette suddenly starts moving slowly toward the edge of the board. You feel as if something is pulling on your hands.
You drag your arms back as if something is burning you, and the little triangle piece of wood stops still. You feel like you really should not have done that. “This is all in my head…” You whisper, clutching the blanket harder. Looking out the window at your pumpkin.
Feeling cold, you stand up, sneaking through the dark, narrow hallway towards the bedroom, as if not to wake or disturb anybody… but you're alone. This is really, REALLY getting to you. Maybe it was a bad idea?
You huff, you’re being silly. Besides, isn’t this what you wanted? Some spooky fun?
You know of that phenomenon, whatever it’s called… the one that makes it seem like the planchette is moving by itself, but in reality, it’s just your subconscious. But you can’t grasp the feeling of your hands being pulled.
Opening your bag, you find your cozy pajamas with little ghosts on them in the bedroom, letting the robe fall to the ground, fighting the urge to run, the innate knowledge that you should not stay still.
As you pull the sweater over your head, you feel burning on your cheek. You scramble to get it down, desperate to see. Every second your eyes are covered by the fabric feels like you’re in mortal danger.
Nothing.
You laugh at yourself as you look around the empty bedroom. No movement, just you, not another soul. Your fingers find their way up to your cheek, and you wince as it stings.
Bringing your hand in front of your face, your eyes go wide as you see something dark on your fingertip.
It’s too dark to tell for sure, the only light source being the candlelight flickering from the living room… but, is that blood? You can hear your heart beat as the dull pain of adrenaline surges through you, muffling your hearing.
You start creeping into bed, ignoring your body that screams at you to look behind you, needing to be so quiet that you try not to breathe. It’s irrational, you know that.
You’re pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin as you finally sink down with your back against the wall. This intense feeling of not being alone, the corners of the room seeming unnaturally dark… there’s no way you’ll go back to the living room to continue the game now. You need to distract yourself.
Luckily, you brought your phone. You bring it up with shaky fingers, trying to turn it on.
Nothing.
What? Was your battery that low? A barely audible whimper leaves your lips as you look around the room. You're alone. Hell, you barely played! You can’t believe you're this scared.
The survival part of your brain is trying to convince you it’s smarter than you. Your senses are now trying to scream at you to run, get in your car, start driving, and don’t stop.
“That would be insane behavior.” You tell yourself, staring into the dim room, pupils blown out, breath feeling tight. You let curiosity get the best of you, and you bring your finger to your lip, tasting whatever was on your cheek.
Blood.
You slam your hand to your chest, tightening all the muscles in your body, like a spring under pressure, ready to sprint, making your enxsiety eaven worse. You’re regretting this trip, feeling like a scared kid. You want to call your roommate, tell her to get her ass here, right now. Make her come rescue you.
But unlike you, she went to a party, not sitting in a cabin alone, playing psychological games with herself. And besides, your phone is dead. The blood… You must have scratched yourself somehow… yeah… that’s it.
Why didn’t you just suck it up and ask to go with her?
It dawns on you that you did not close the game… You didn’t say “Goodbye”. But what does another broken rule matter anyway? You’re just making it worse by the second, it’s not like anyone is going to yell or get mad because you did not follow the rules of the Ouija board… but it feels so dam real.
You close your eyes, putting your head in your hands, making yourself small… You feel a panic attack coming. That must be why you feel like you’re going to die… It’s just the panic.
Through the loud thuds of your heart, you think you hear footsteps coming from the edge of the bed. “No one's there~” You sing to yourself, breaking your silence, continuing to hum, rocking, saying silly things to calm down. “It’s not real~ It’s just how I feel~”
You stop.
The edge of the mattress presses down. You’re snapping your head up despite your instincts telling you to play dead; it’s too late to run. That fighting won’t matter anyway. You look into dense blackness in front of you, recoiling.
The next five seconds feel like five minutes. You fall on the floor, flailing your arms and legs to get away. Not being able to process what you see, just that its limbs are slightly too long. Not right. Looming over you, it’s moving weirdly, unnaturally, too tall.
Turning your head away, you claw yourself up, legs feeling like jelly, you make it to the bedroom door, a scream leaving your throat as you fight with yourself to not freeze, pushing forward.
Then, nothingness.
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Opening your eyes, you’re lying on the sofa. You push yourself up, sitting with your head in your hands. Glimpses of what just happened flash in your head. You think you must have scared yourself so bad that you had a psychotic episode. Falling and fainting somehow. But… how did you get to the sofa?
“Are you ok?”
A man's voice breaks through your thoughts. You lift your head, and what do you know? He’s sitting in front of you, across the table, Ouija board between you.
His hair is wavy and black. His probably brown eyes also look black in the dim candlelight… black clothes. He’s handsome… A handsome robber? Has he been here the entire time? You feel scared, but still too dazed, too numb to let panic take hold again.
“Did you- break in?” It comes out so nonchalantly, and a smile appears on his lips. “No.” He nods at the board. You scoff, not believing him.
Not only did you just have the worst experience of your life, but now this intruder is fucking with you?
He sighs deeply, looking in your eyes. Something about his gaze… not- quite- human.
“So, you mess with this stuff, on this day of all days, not knowing what you’re doing?”
“Let’s see… Your name’s y/n, your birthday is (your birthday), but, as your mum has told you, you were supposed to be born on (your duedate).” Your eyes grow wide, heart starting to pound as you slowly come to your senses.
“You came here because you just moved, don’t have any friends yet… Starting to get it, or?”
You continue to look at him, feeling a bit mad, but almost flattered at the same time. They say psychopaths are charming- You’ve never seen someone who carries themselves quite like him before.
“So you’re my stalker?” You press yourself back into the sofa, guard rising, eyes discreetly scanning the room to look for something to defend yourself with. You’re happy to not be alone, honestly. But, replacing the feeling of doom with what is probably a really dangerous, real situation? That seems like a bad trade.
He shakes his head. “No, I have never noticed you before tonight.” You narrow your eyes, not believing him. “Then get out of my cabin.”
He tilts his head back a bit, looking down at you as he stands up, tall above you. “This is not your cabin, it’s your aunt’s.” He states, as if that’s helping his case. “Ok, stalker, get out of my aunt’s cabin.” You blink, and he’s gone.
You jolt, sitting up straight, a surge of dizziness making you grab onto the blanket under you.
“You know, that’s really not in your best interest.” His voice is coming from behind you, monotone this entire time. You throw yourself to the side, shaking. “How did you-”
“Get it now?”
He comes back around, walking slowly, pointing at the board, looking like a perfect being. You gulp. Looking at his strong physique, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to fight him off if he’s here to hurt you.
But then… Is there any way this could possibly be real? Have you hit your head, and in reality, you're still lying on the floor, in a coma or something?
“What do you want?” Your voice comes out shaky and suspicious. He sits down again, next to you this time. You freeze up, you hate that your body always responds like this when you’re scared.
“A bit forward, don’t you think?” he asks. You just stare at him- his eyes are dark brown, not black. Another shaky breath escapes you as you lose the ability to speak.
You can see that he’s thinking, his face twisting slightly.
“Oh, sorry,” He gets up to go sit across from you again. “I haven’t been around a human in… well, it won’t make sense to you anyway.” He folds his hands together and tilts his head. You feel his eyes burn through you, and you wonder what else he knows about you. Does he find out by looking in your eyes or something? Sure feels that way.
“I-I have to go!” You scramble to your feet, getting ready to dart to the door. Wanting to run to your car, but he appears in front of you, blocking your way.
“No, you can’t.” his face is filled with melancholy, but his voice is still a void of emotion. You're confused.
“...You look depressed about trying to take my soul, or whatever it is that things like you do…” You study him, unable to understand him. Is he trying to make his face mimic human feelings?
He’s 100% not a robber.
“Me? No… but the thing you originally summoned, it already did… but not your soul. As you can tell, you’re here.”
You just stare at him, feeling a cold so deep, so numb you just can’t explain it. It runs through you, making you sink to your knees.
“What do you mean by originally summoned?”
“The shock must have made you forget more of the process than I thought. That’s lucky.” He gives you an encouraging smile, but it’s not calming in the slightest.
“...What do you mean… it took something from me? What?”
His face goes as flat as his voice. “Look, I’m not good at this. I had hoped we could just talk some more?” His voice being so unchanging is creeping you out, but that’s the least of your strange worries.
“How did you get here?” You try.
“You left the door open. That’s not your fault, it’s not like you could just-” He waves his hand at the board like he’s doing a lazy old-fashioned wizard impression. You just stare at him with your mouth slightly open, your focus slowly shifting to the board, the sight of it in the flicking candlelight seeming so mundane.
“Anyway, I noticed, have some free time, and figured I’d check it out. Lucky for you. Some other things would be happy to come and consume what’s left of you.”
There it is again… that cold…
“What do you mean: what’s left of me?” you press. He tightens his lips, giving you his hand. Hesitantly, you take it, letting him pull you to your feet with no effort. You had half-expected him to be cold, but he feels normal, warm. Warmer than you.
“Let’s sit down.”
You study him from the sofa as he sits across from you again, not trusting him in the slightest. Making sure not to make eye contact, something in the back of your brain telling you not to.
“How do you feel?” He asks, and you furrow your brows. “Honestly, I’m very confused and a bit- very scared-”
“Yeah, of course,” He cuts you off. “I mean, you.” He lets his hand float along you, but far away enough as not to freak you out. “Oh..” you think. “Well… I feel normal.”
He looks amused. “That’s what I thought, you can’t tell?”
“Can’t tell what?” Your voice is getting more frantic now, hand tapping restlessly on the opposite arm.
“That your- condition- has changed,” The feeling of cold waves in you.
“What do you want!?” You yell, eyes brimming with tears.
Confused, scared, angry…
“Forget what I want. Right now, I’m protecting you,” he looks cocky, making you shrink, mouth drying out.
“Look, what you summoned… or, what found you after you stupidly opened that door- I won’t blame you,” … “It consumes.”
You stare at the floor, feeling nauseous.
“It eats your being, you're familiar with that concept, right? Like… a predator?”
“But… I’m here… I’m alive…?” You breathe the words, dizziness taking hold of you, fully feeling how your lungs need air.
“Yes, you’re here. But you’re anything but alive. You probably just can’t tell.”
Your head spins, eyes burning. “Probably?” You ask, stunned. “Yeah, you see, I’ve never been alive. So, I don’t really know. Besides, everything has its place… its own cycle, and you just got ripped out of yours. This is usually not the way humans go; there’s nothing natural about it.”
You look at his hands, unable to process. “You say you're here to protect me? Are you- an angel?”
He laughs, the audible sign of emotion more relieving than you thought it would be.
“No, I’m no angel. Calling me a demon, like you implied when you tried to run, would not be wrong. But it’s not so black and white as you humans make it out to be. I’m nothing like that other thing. Your more ancient text gets it more right.”
You don’t try to hide your suspicion as your eyes find their way back to him as he talks.
“I once had a customer, he was someone's art demon, read about those? I would say you should, but it’s not like you can do that anymore.” A tear starts running down your face as he speaks.
Is everything really over? What are you supposed to do now?
Catching your eyes, looking into them with intensity you’ve never felt before, as if he’s reading your thoughts, he shifts the topic.
“Come with me? If you stay here, it’s only a matter of time before something bad comes for you. Once I’ve left, nothing is stopping them from coming through, and you can’t close that door anymore. Or maybe… Do you want to wander the earth? Find your family? See them searching for you, never finding your body? Wait and helplessly observe until your dad shoots himself in about five years? Not being able to handle-”
“Stop it!” You scream, his words consume you, folding your body over, tears hitting the fabric of your pants.
The corner of his lip pulls up for a slight second. “Nothing can be done now. I’m just telling you. You don’t want me to leave, trust me.”
You miss the seconds of warmth in his laugh, feeling so alone, muffling a cry with your hand, forcing yourself to calm down.
“How do I know you’re not lying? That you aren’t something bad?” Your eyes are narrow as the sense of danger finally pulls you together. Understanding that even if this feels fake, the threat is probably very real.
He sighs, blinking out of existence, reappearing right in front of you, hands leaning on the sofa on each side of you, forcing you to straighten out again as you lean back, his face coming closer, a slightly masculine, clean scent filling your nose.
“How would you like me to prove it, exactly? I can’t show you your corpse; there’s nothing left of that. And I haven’t hurt you, have I?” His eyes burn into you with unfamiliarity, yet his presence is making your heartbeat quicken, which in turn makes your brain hurt.
Aren’t you dead? How is your heart beating?
You try to think of everything you’ve heard about the supernatural, wondering what’s real and not, still convinced this is some sort of coma dream.
“...Are you an… incubus?” you wonder out loud without thinking, seeing him this close, he looks almost a bit too perfect.
He pulls back as if you burned him, scoffing, seeming offended. “No. And if I were, I’d have no use for you given your situation,” You feel your face burn. “and why would you even think that?”
You gulp, now feeling embarrassed and stupid on top of everything else.
“I don’t know! But why would you want me to come with you? What do you want?” you try to sound stern, and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“What I would like- is to own you.” His gaze darkens, leaning back over you. “And no, it’s not like you think, you won’t be my slave, it’s more like a bond-” He looks you up and down, and for a second, you swear there’s a hint of color in his face. Is it because of what you said? Because of his unchanging tone and unfamiliar presence, you can’t read him properly.
“This place, where you’re from… Unlike some other spaces, we have to be invited if we don’t belong here. Like you just stupidly did, for example. And it’s not like sevard and lost human souls are a common occurrence.”
You don’t like where he’s going, but you decide to hear him out.
“You’re a resource, and I’d like to use you to free up some of my own time. You’ll get out of this predicament you put yourself in. It’s a win-win situation.” He shrugs, making you bite your lip.
“You’ll own me, but I won’t be your slave?” That does not sound right.
“Think about it as a job, you’ll be free to go. But I wouldn’t. I don’t like it when anyone damages my possessions; that’ll keep you safer.” A smile spreads on his lips again. “You’ll just help me manage some tasks, keep me company, get a place back, not standing outside the order of things, open for anyone to grab.”
“Manage what? You said you had a customer?” Your head feels like it’s about to explode. But this deal honestly does not sound too bad, given the circumstances. If he’s being honest.
“I run a bar of sorts. You can help me serve customers. I don’t lie, so I’m telling you it’s not risk-free, but it’s my domain. They won’t be able to hurt you.”
“A bar?” You’re questioning the fabric of reality, wiping your tear-stained face.
“Yes, that’s what I do, among other things. You’ll have some company while I’m gone. The shef is fully capable of protecting you, if it comes to that.” He’s starting to get a triumphant look, but you're not fully convinced.
“Wait, I thought you just said no one would be able to hurt me?” you question. “Most things,” he shrugs.
You figure you’ll have to accept that answer; he doesn’t look like he’ll elaborate.
You look around your aunt’s cabin, the candle on the table still burning, your pumpkin shining from outside, empty cup of hot chocolate sitting right in front of you, next to the Ouija board, dead phone on the floor next to the bedroom door…
“Is all that stuff you said true? … about my dad? And if you had to be invited… I won’t come back here, will I?”
He closes his eyes, “Look, it is what it is. He’ll go on, if that makes you feel better? Just like humans usually do. And no, the chance of you ever coming back to earth is so small- especially if you’re bonded to me. I wouldn’t consider that possibility if I were you. If you come with me, you’ll no longer belong here.”
You nod slowly. “But I can’t go… on?” you question, voice low. “No.” He seems so cold. You are usually good at reading people, but from him, you get nothing beyond his facial expressions. You wonder how similar to a human he really is, beyond his appearance.
“You’re a demon?” You need confirmation.
He nods, looking into your eyes, and you let him.
“What’s your name?”
“Not so fast. First, do we have a deal?” He waits, reaching his hand out to you.
Has he been talking to you to trick you? Does that eaven matter? If he’s bad, the next thing that comes might be worse, that… that part you can believe.
Slowly reaching your hand toward his, you take it. “Yes.”
“My name is Jungkook,” he says, letting go of your hand. “Y/n…” you mumble back, somehow feeling connected to him now. He steps back, and it dawns on you just how close he was, leaning over you this entire time.
“It’s time to go. I spent more time here than I expected, so there won’t be much time to show you around when we get home.”
Home…
You stand up, following closely behind him as he makes his way towards the door. You have a gut feeling it won’t be leding outside to the porch.
What the hell did you just agree to?
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Read Chapter 2&3 - The creature named Bam & Customers, here 🎃💜
~ You lean your head against his chest, focusing on his arms holding you. What the hell were you thinking? Did you just almost get yourself killed? ~
Shameless promo for my first smut, truth or dare, set in a post-apocalyptic world: Tell me the truth, I dare you.
Pairing/ Characters: Jungkook X female reader. Slight age gap (early and mid-20s) 💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Summary: The world as we know it has ended. Y/n and Jungkook grew up close, but never learned about sex and are very oblivious eaven into adulthood. (more so y/n). You find a game of dirty truth or dare and decide to play for your 21st birthday. Because that’s what friends do, right?
How will y/n and Jungkook deal with the aftermath of your birthday now that the unspoken boundaries of friendship have been broken? And what happened that day 2 months ago?
This is basically just very sexually frustrated and horny, haha. Gets a bit deep too... sorry about that.
word count: ~18k
Song recommendation: Sugar! Honey! Love! by Kali Uchis, and Words by Zara Larsson.
Grene: Smut, truth or dare, friends to lovers, post-apocalyptic world, decent amount of plot, I think. Fluff because I'm a hopeless romantic, slight angst (but healthy relationship), switch/ softdom JK.
Warnings: explicit Smut, nsfw, mature, 18+, language, mention of death and grief, alcohol, handjob, fingering, murder, injury, guns, knives, trauma, slight angst, sexual tension, masturbation, oral female reciving, spanking, loss of virginity as an adult, graphic description of sexual acts, dryhumping, very dirty truth or dare, mild possessiveness.
A/n: This is the full story. If you prefer parts, you can read part 1 here, and part 2 here. This is my first smut story. Please excuse any weird sentences or phrasing; English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy. Love feedback 💜
Also, because of the nature of this being the characters first experiences, I tried very hard to not have it come across as infantilizing, but still realistic. Hope that worked out!
Currently working on a new, quite different story, so stay tuned for that if you like my writing 💜
Tell me the truth - part 1.
You were so young when it all happened, the war that ended everything. You don’t even remember what the world used to be like, other than glimpses of birthdays, play, and time with your siblings. But it is all hazy now.
The group you were with when the world seemingly ended used to be large, but things happen, and people passed away. In the end, it was only you, your dad, a lady named Jenna, and this other family. They had a boy who was just a few years older than you. It was nice to have someone to play with, and you and Jungkook got along great. That is, until you turned 13.
It’s not that you've grown apart or anything, but life's struggles seem to be taking a toll on both of you. Jungkook has become a bit more shy and closed off, but still your close friend.
Then, there was the incident two months ago. It is just you and Jungkook now.
How you have gotten so lucky to survive sickness, accidents, and the random brutality that is part of surviving in this world you do not know, but you feel it is both your biggest gift and a horrible curse.
You rarely encounter other people, and most of the time, you have learned that it is for the best. You often wonder how many humans are left. Your group escaped populated areas and went as remote as possible for safety. The plan is to keep it that way. After all, somehow, it’s not so bad when it’s just you and Jungkook.
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The morning sun penetrates through the fabric of your tent and hits your eyes. You scrunch your nose and pull your warm sleeping bag over your head, wanting sweet sleep for just a tiny bit longer. Then, the smell of coffee hits your nose.
Flipping the fabric off your body, you sit up and rub your eyes. They focus on a small piece of paper to your side. You pick it up and squint, “Happy 21st birthday!” A smile spreads on your dry lips as you look over to see an empty sleeping bag next to yours.
“Jungkook~ Are you making coffee?” you croak, clearing your voice just as you hear him from outside the tent. “You bet I am!”.
Sliding up the zipper of the tent, you duck and step out into the morning sun, still in your thin pajamas. The air hitting your skin blends with the scent of coffee, making the tiny hairs on your body stand up.
You sit down on the mat next to Jungkook in front of the small campfire he made some time before you woke up, half-heartedly pulling a wool blanket over your shoulders. It’s slightly cold… You had forgotten it outside the night before… You need to stop doing that. Luckily, the morning sky is clear.
Jungkook hands you a cup of hot coffee. It hovers for a few seconds before your brain catches up. “The small pleasures in life.” you nod. Grabbing the cup, you let your fingers run over it. Its warmth gives you comfort eaven before you take a sip, turning your fingertips pink.
Jungkook can’t help but smile as he sees the way you have messed up your braid while sleeping, melting into your cup of coffee.
At times like this, he is happy he tends to wake up before you. He falls asleep after you as well, seemingly not needing as much sleep as you do. Maybe because of the nightmares that plague you so often? Jungkook enjoys sleeping. It’s not that. But being up is simply time better spent, in his opinion.
His eyes subconsciously drift down to your chest, only covered by your pajama shirt. A bad habit he can’t seem to shake. They dart away before you notice, and you assume the slight flush on his cheeks as he sits there seemingly lost in thought is from the hot coffee he’s been drinking.
You take a big sip from your cup, enjoying the quiet morning in comfortable silence… Only interrupted by birds chirping now and then.
Jungkook puts out the small campfire so the smoke won't give away your location for too long, just in case. Stomping on it before plopping back down next to you.
“Have you eaten yet?” you ask between sips. Jungkook shakes his head.
“Hungry?”
“Mhm…” You nod.
It is impossible for you not to notice the muscles in his arms when he reaches over you to grab some food. Whatever your brain has been up to these last few years, you wonder when you will get it to obey you again.
Jungkook has started exercising a lot in addition to all the physical work both of you do weekly, and it is showing. Your heart skips a beat, and you question if you have been drinking your coffee too fast, given how hot you're suddenly getting.
As the two of you share a can of soup, Jungkook looks at you, eyes shining slightly, and his back straightens. “Do you want to do something special, since it’s your birthday?”
You furrow your brows for a moment.
“Well… there is this one thing, since I’m 21 now…” You drag on. “What? You want alcohol?” he scoffs. “SO?” you whine. “Ok, ok,” he chuckles warmly.
“There is… like, a party store in the abandoned small town down the hill, if I remember correctly?” Jungkook ponders.
“Perfect,” you reply, “so, when do we leave? The sun goes down early this time of year.”
Jungkook looks at you with a funny expression. “For being 21, you sure know how to be impatient like a child. But let's just go now, no need to sit around… maybe we’ll find some more supplies as well.” You laugh and get up to grab your backpack. “Yeah, I’ll throw on some clothes, then let's go”.
After pulling on a sports bra, white t-shirt, purple cardigan, jeans, boots, and a small walk later, you look around the store in awe. “They have so much stuff! This place was not raided at all...” You beam at the shelves full of god knows what, careful not to trip on the tiles that had started to peel up at the edges.
Injuries usually start because of stupid reasons like tripping in an old building, then before you know it, someone has a rusty nail sticking through the hand they caught themselves with … and then …
“I guess people weren’t thinking of parties.” Jungkook mumbles, interrupting your thoughts.
Out of habit, the two of you look for and gather all the food and snacks that are still good before you continue to look around.
“Y/N, look at this!” You walk over to Jungkook, kneeling next to him to read the mysterious packaging he found.
“Sour shots… strawberry and apple? Seems good to me.”
Jungkook nods in approval as you stuff the boxes with individual tiny flasks in the backpack, getting excited.
Drifting to the shelf with games, your eyes settle on a box with three decks of cards; “Truth or dare,” you read, “Ready to get to know everything about your friends? This is just the right drinking game for you! Push boundaries with this dirty addition. Perfect for adult parties, crazy birthdays, or if you just want to get wild. There are three types of cards depending on how crazy you want to get: green, yellow, and red-” you mumble, a slight smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.
You stuff it in the bag, thinking this is just the type of thing a proper birthday needs. The box said that it is a drinking game, perfect. Besides, you do want to get to know Jungkook even better, if possible... Right?
You turn around to see him standing in the costume section. As you’re walking cheerfully over to him, you almost fall in surprise when he suddenly spins around- pressing his back to the small bags of costumes behind him, eyes wide.
“Oh y/n! You-you startled me!” a flush starting to appear on his face. “Sorry… you’re very jumpy today.” You half-laugh at how embarrassed he got, trying to get your own heart rate down.
He usually doesn’t scare easily. Mabye he's thinking of that day?
“I’m ready to go when you are,” you smile.
“Yeah, let's go!” he says, a bit too quickly. Placing his tense hand on your shoulder, he is more or less walking you out of the store.
Jungkook makes sure that you don’t look back. He doubts you would take it well if you knew he had spent way too long staring at pictures of half-naked wommen in sexy costumes, lace and stockings that were completely sheer in places clothes usually are not.
“Hey, do you ever think about them?” you say quietly as you leave the store. Jungkook looks down at you with a weak smile, shoulders hunched as his focus shifts. “Of course, and we talk about them all the time.” he exhales and turns his gaze up.
His statement was not meant to discourage the conversation, but rather to acknowledge the huge holes left in your lives.
The two of you start the trip back up to your camp.
“It’s so hard not to think about it.” Your voice is now only a whisper, but he hears you. “I know, I think about it too.”
There is not much more to say, so you change the subject. Keep pushing as you always do. Both of you are no strangers to loss, it would be fair to say you have gon a bit numb to it. But now that it’s just the two of you, it hits a bit differently.
The chatter dies down eventually, and you fall into a comfortable silence.
When you were children, you never shut up. But, in recent years, this silence has become a common occurrence.
Your eyes shift between Jungkook's broad shoulders moving slightly as he walks, and the blue sky over the hill. Just enjoying his presence, filling your lungs with fresh air.
You're alive.
You remember a time when you were teenagers, coming out of a town, arguing about what puzzle to do first. The group had taken pity on you, and you and Jungkook had been given time to go pick out something to do during the long evening hours. The bookstore didn’t have a lot, but it had puzzles. Backpacks were filled, and they were eventually all finished.
The breeze is keeping you cool despite the sun. You know the temperature will drop once the sun sets. You have to remember to bring the blanket inside the tent tonight. That way, it can be warm for you in the morning.
“I think I heard someone say that alcohol helps with keeping you warm.” You say cheerfully, feet dragging through the grass. “Yeah?” Jungkook smiles, “I heard that too.”
Jungkook has had alcohol before, but not this type, only low percentage stuff, really.
“Do you think we’ll have time to pick strawberries in the field before you get wasted?” he jokes, smile growing, making his nose scrunch. “I would like that, actually-” you perk up, going along with it, picking up your pace a bit as you see the top of the hill approaching.
Dropping your backpack next to the tent, you turn to look at the old strawberry field, starting only a few meters from the tent. It’s stretching far before ending at the start of a forest, hiding everything in its own little bubble. Needless to say, the camping spot is not random.
Jungkook walks past you. He’s wearing only a white t-shirt and cargo pants now, having left his jacket in the tent.
You let your eyes linger on him; the way his hair falls on his handsome face when bending down to gather the strawberries, just for a moment, before you follow.
You start filling a bucket together, eating some along the way.
Exhaling, you lean your forehead against Jungkook's as you pinch a strawberry off the stem. “Trying to read my mind?" he jokes. “No, sorry, just tired…” Your limbs are starting to get a bit heavy...
You stretch your arms high above your head and take the elastic out of your hair, letting it fall down past your shoulders. “How about I try to give you a haircut?”
You squint down at him, bunny smile wide on his face. “Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you and your diy hair saga-”
“I think I do a good job at coloring hair!” Jungkook cuts you off. “Yeah, but I’m thinking I want it longer,” you smile. “And I just got rid of the last traces of color from last time.”
He shrugs and puts a strawberry in his mouth. You kneel again and continue working.
Jungkook wonders if he should ask you if he can try to braid your hair, but he lets it go. You just let your hair down, after all. Honestly, he just likes contact.
When you were little, you used to curl up together in front of campfires, hide in the same sleeping bag during storms… When he started to get bigger and taller than you, you would sometimes jump on his back and let him carry you when you got tired of walking. But all that slowly stopped. He misses it. Eaven though it was he who had pulled away.
The sun starts to get low in the sky quicker than anticipated, and you look at him. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. “No,” he shakes his head, “but we should probably get inside now, before that becomes a problem.”
You agree, excited for the evening plans. Remembering to grab that silly blanket on your way inside.
You both stop in front of the tent, taking turns washing your hands and faces with soap and water from a bucket.
Sipping down the tent and turning on the little battery-powered light you had hung up, you frown. “We definitely need to find some new batteries,” you state as it fails to light the tent fully, giving everything a warm glow.
It’s just a two-person tent, but it’s big enough. Plenty of space for the sleeping bags, and you can sit up straight. But, the distance between the two of you is not too big, leaving just enough space for the bottles and- “So, you ready to start?” Jungkook looks at you as he gets the drinks out of the backpack.
“Jup.”
You pull out one of the tiny bottles and rip off the cap. You stare at it intently for a few seconds before you remember the cards.
You pull them out as well, and Jungkook looks at you with curious eyes.
“I brought a game.” Your eyes meet, and you hand it over to him. He grabs it and starts reading, a surprised look growing on his face.
“Well…” he pulls out the green cards, “I guess we start with these then.”
It’s not like entertainment is easy to come by these days, so eaven though he's a bit unsure if it's a good idea, he figures this game will do.
“I get to ask you first, it’s my birthday!” You stretch your hand out, and Jungkook takes the flask from you, giving you the cards, forgetting to read the game rules.
“This will be fun.” you think, excited to get to pick his brain.
Then, you notice the look on his face, and you take a deep breath. This is your idea, after all. “You know what, why don’t you ask me first?”
You know Jongkook can get shy about secrets and such, so why don’t you break the ice? You smile, swapping the items again.
“Truth or dare?” he says with a raised eyebrow, pulling a card from the deck.
“Truth.”
He looks at the card and freezes up, immediately getting what it’s asking.
“Um…” he starts, heat rising to his face. You tilt your head and wait, noticing his body language.
“... whe-when was the last time you-you- … p-played with yourself?”
You furrow your brows. Why is he so nervous? His stammer eaven came out. Jungkook's eyes are glued to the card as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Jungkook's head, however, is now elsewhere.
He remembers the time many years ago when you caught him staring at your body while bathing in a creek, wearing a bikini. You were less comfortable with yourself then, and had been so embarrassed. So, he learned to hide it. He tried not to do it, of course… Aunt Jenna had also noticed and gave him a short, but stern talk.
Not to mention the time a few years ago he had a boner in the morning, and you saw… how confused, concerned, and curious you were.
The memory of your wide eyes as you looked at him had burned itself into his mind. He had snapped at you and asked you to mind your own business. It was not like him at all, but he felt it should be private.
Now, he has mastered the art of hiding all that stuff. But, he can not believe you saw it… just the thought of you seeing him like that is too much. It stirs up all sorts of conflicting feelings.
Still, he can’t help picturing your body when he sneaks off to touch him self. Which he also used to try to avoid. But the feeling building up is so intense, and it makes him desperate- He just can not help it. He always ended up breaking eventually.
Maybe it was better when you were shy about your body? He wants you to be comfortable, but it makes things so much harder for him. He just wants to… actually, he does not know exactly. He had pulled away, setting boundaries for himself.
Never in a million years had he thought he would ask you something like this.
“Played with myself?” you ask quietly as he slowly lifts his gaze. You are surprised at how hard he’s blushing.
“Like, you know...” he starts again, eyes not fully meeting yours, trying to avoid aggravating the butterflies in his stomach. “touching yourself.” he swallows hard, curiosity pushing him to not throw the cards away in embarrassment.
Your unchanging expression and tilted head have him taking a deep, shaky breath. “...Down there?” he points, and your eyes go wide. “No. I mean, I don’t- why would I do that?” You fumble your words, his energy rubbing off on you. “Because… it feels good?” he states, suddenly feeling like he needs some alcohol.
“Oh,” you say, nodding slowly. It’s your turn to start blushing. It feels weird talking about this with him, but it sure is interesting.
“Do you?” you try, but he shakes his head. “That’s not my question.”
“...Why don’t we taste these?” He points at the bottles of alcohol, making you laugh a bit.
You look at the tiny bottle still in your hand, staring at it intently again for a few seconds before putting it to your lips and tilting your head all the way back. Intense coughing quickly follows as the alcohol hits your throat and burns its way into your stomach.
“Definitely warms, you try it,” you push out in between coughs as Jungkook laughs.
He follows your example, and winces.
“Right?” you say, and he nods his head, eyes still closed.
“It’s good,” he swallows.
You take a couple more, trying out both flavors. Jungkook tries them as well, not feeling the burn as much anymore.
The tension in the room is easing. You can feel a slight buzz in your body, and looking over at Jungkook, you can see he looks very relaxed. Not wanting the evening to end yet, you remember the game.
“Your turn, truth or dare?” You think it's best to move on.
“Um, I’ll do truth too.” he mumbles. You pull a card and turn it around, reading it out loud.
“Do you like it rough or gentle?” Once again, your face carries a confused expression, but you can swear Jungkook’s soul just left his body.
He’s not sure, but is this card asking what he thinks? Based on his reaction, you figure this card has a similar theme to the last one.
“A-a bit more … rough, I guess-” he stammers, grabbing the cards out of your hands as you look at him. But you don’t let him move on from that statement so easily, feeling like you’ve got your answer.
“So you do touch yourself?”
“ I-” Jungkook goes silent. What can he say that won't make you feel like he's weird?
“Well, it’s not like you’re usually gentle with yourself. So, I guess that’s not the weirdest thing in the world?” you ask.
The alcohol is making you think less about your words and their implications. Besides, it’s not like you fully get the topic at hand.
Jungkook's heart is beating in his ears. But, apparently, the alcohol is affecting him as well.
“You really don’t?” he asks. Wondering if it's possible that you really don't feel the same drive he does. You do, to some extent, of course. You just haven't thought to do anything about it.
“...no,” you say, quietly. “Guess I have a lot to learn, huh?”
You swear Jungkook's eyes just got darker somehow... or maybe it's just the light? Anyway, you figure it's best to move on before he gets quiet again.
“Ask me?” you nudge.
“Truth or dare?”
He looks up while pulling a new green card and sees the heat in your face. The butterflies in his stomach are feeling like they are trying to tickle him to death.
You shift your position a bit, sitting on your knees. “I’ll try, dear.” You nod. You are starting to realize that something about this topic, with Jungkook… and the way he's acting... It’s making your body feel weird.
“Ok, umm,” he tilts his head nervously to the side and looks at his chosen card. “Remove your bra.” he says quietly. To his surprise, you comply, taking off your cardigan and dragging your bra off from underneath your t-shirt. Thinking a little more embarrassment can’t hurt. It’s not like you always wear a bra around him anyway. But your face burns as you can feel your nipples hard against your white t-shirt.
Jungkook can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, and his hands get a bit sweaty. Not knowing if it would be wrong to look in your direction or not, but he does. Intently letting his eyes rest on your face, not your body.
He can clearly see your boobs through the fabric. This is not good, but he wants to continue.
“Truth or dare, Jungkook”, you say as you down another shot. Feeling like you need it, suddenly. Jungkook also takes one, trying to stay calm and distract himself from the way his body is starting to tingle in that familiar way.
“Truth”.
“Well…” you look at the card, “What’s your favorite position?”. You look at each other, both a bit confused. “...I don’t know?” he shrugs, and you nod, accepting the answer.
“Truth for me too.” You look at the cards, and he takes one.
“Rate everyone in the room on a scale from one to ten, and tell them what the most attractive part of their body is”.
You hold your breath for a second, contemplating whether you should be honest. Would it be weird to tell your friend he’s hot?
“That’s... two questions…” You say, trying to buy some time.
“Just do the first one, then?” Jungkook suggests, suddenly anxious about what you will say, holding his breath without realizing.
“Um.. 10?” You just say it. You feel his eyes burn on you, but there’s nothing wrong with it! You convince yourself. He’s attractive, it’s just a fact!
Your body starts to betray you. The way he looks at you is making your heart beat between your legs. He lets out his breath, mindlessly using his tongue to fidget with his lip piercing. He's liking this.
You’re just happy he’s not making fun of you, though still a bit annoyed at his amused expression… but this new dark look is still in his eyes… and he’s staring at you.
“I’ll do dare” Jungkook interrupts your stream of consciousness, and you pull a card, all flustered. “Give us your best finishing sound”. You are left confused again, but Jungkook seems to get this one.
He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but no sound comes out. His eyes meet yours. “That's- that’s kind of embarrassing,” he finally chukkels lightly.
You furrow your brows. “Do you want to stop?” you ask, concerned. “No, no. It’s not that,” he protests, grabs a drink, and proceeds to down it.
“I… I can close my eyes?” you suggest, curiosity getting the best of you.
“Yeah, fuck it.” He breaths, taking you by surprise. Maybe your previous comment about his looks has given him some confidence?
You shut your eyes. And, after a couple of silent moments, Jungkook lets his breath go heavy. He’s letting out a low whine, followed by a couple of moans.
You are taken by surprise, feeling the sounds resonate throughout your entire body, into your bones. Intensifying the soft throbbing in your pussy as you start to feel a little wet.
You squirm, eyes opening, and he stops instantly.
“Ok!” you state with a shaky voice, and Jungkook wonders if he just made a fool out of himself. Whatever you expected, that was not it.
The tension in his body is rising. Blood is quickly starting to pool down from his head, making his pants tight. He hoped that making those sounds would ease some of the tension, but it had the opposite effect. Jungkook pulls his knee up, crossing his arm over his body to hide it.
“I’ll do dare too?” you nod. He pulls a card, trying to stay calm.
“Seriously..?” he says apologetically. “Take off your pants”. You start laughing nervously.
You sit up and pull your jeans off. Shimming slightly to let them slide off easier, leaving you with your t-shirt and panties.
You're blushing from your cheeks to the tip of your shoulders. Honestly, for some reason, you want all your clothes off… but that would be weird.
Jungkook shifts as his bulge strains uncomfortably against his pants. “Fuck” he thinks to himself.
You don’t know why, but you like the way he is looking at you. That darkness in his eyes. The intense blush. You don’t know what it is about it, you just love it. Eaven though it’s embarrassing as hell.
You pull your knees up under your chin, hiding your body a bit, or so you thought.
“Truth or dare, Jungkook?” you ask, and he snaps out of it. You look down at the cards and notice it’s just one more green card after this one.
“Truth-” he says with a slight strain to his voice, hoping to tone things down for a second, though that’s not really what he wants.
“What’s the most embarrassing place you have done it?”
He thinks. Both of you are assuming the cards are referring to masturbation. He looks away and bites his lip, contemplating his entire life for a second. Ultimately, he lets his body win.
“Here, while you were sleeping in the tent one meter away from me…” his blushing deepens, if eaven possible. You look at him in disbelief. “We have been here for like four days!?” you blurt out without thinking, and the heat rushes hard to your face.
How often does he play with himself? And how could you not notice? How is he doing it? The questions you want to ask are making your head spin.
Jungkook can tell exactly what's on your mind. Starting to look like a deer in headlights, he tries to move on. Fast.
“Last green, truth or dare y/n?”. He picks up the last green card.
“Truth,” you speak through your fingers as you hide your face.
“Do you enjoy watching people pleasuring themselves?” his voice is slightly raspy as he says it. Clearing his voice as he bites at his lip, his eyes filled with deep curiosity.
You caught on now, remembering how he said that playing with yourself down there feels good, and to Jungkook's relief, you do not ask him to explain again.
Something about his tone, you honestly feel like he just asked you if you would enjoy watching him pleasuring himself. You close your eyes and hold your breath before speaking, embarrassment and confusion holding you back.
You can’t help but try to imagine what it would be like to watch Jungkook. But, you have no reference. Other than those sounds he made earlier… where his hands would go… You feel how your own pulse keeps beating down there… what will his face look like when he feels that way? ... and based on that thought-
“Yeah. I mean… I think so?” you laugh out. Your panties start to get soaked as the sound of his moans replays in your head.
Jungkook can't help the amused shock that appears on his face. He did not expect you to say that. In fact, you keep surprising him today. Not that he has ever given you the chance to get into these topics before.
His eyes fall to your panties, the way you are sitting exposing the fact that they are completely soaked.
His breath catches in his throat as he stares. His body’s screaming at him.
You catch on and look down. Eyes going wide, you let out a squeal and slam your knees down as you fold over yourself.
“I didn’t pee myself I swear!” You try. You’re completely lost on what to say, but Jungkook just nods.
“I know.”
You look up at him, tears threatening to leave the corner of your eyes. “You- know?”.
“Yeah… s-stuff like that happens to me too- you know?” … “Well, not exactly like that- but-” he trails off.
You sit up again, heart beating so fast you think it will leave your chest.
In a split second, seeing you that embarrassed, Jungkook makes a decision.
He lets his arm fall to the floor, and he lowers his leg. Exposing how his hard cock is straining against his pants.
In this moment, he also decides he has definitely had enough alcohol. His fingers nervously tap over the smooth fabric of his sleeping bag.
There it is. Those big, curious eyes.
“Does that- hurt…?” you whisper, barely audible. “No, does that?” he nods towards you, and you look down.
Your head feels fuzzy at the thought of him having a similar feeling in his body to you right now.
“...No”.
The silence that follows feels thick and awkward, new, yet … good? Your body feels so needy-
“I think we should stop there for tonight, we are out of green cards. I think the yellow ones would kill me,” Jungkook is gently laughing, but there is something very serious about the way he says it at the same time.
He’s scared that he’ll jump you if he doesn't stop this right now. He doesn't want to scare you. And what would he eaven do? He has some ideas, but they seem insane… he knows he’s not exactly completely sober.
You look at him, eyes wide, not knowing what to do with yourself.
“Ok”.
You tuck yourself into your sleeping bags. A reluctance hangs in the air, so palpable you almost try to touch it. But if Jungkook said he wants to stop there, you think that must be what he wants.
As he stretches out to turn off the light, you get this intense urge to kiss him. “That’s it-” you think, “I’m going insane”.
The thought of kissing him had crossed your mind before, but you thought that was just because he was technically really cute, and the only boy around- that you must just want to kiss someone, not him in particular…
Jungkook notices how you are staring at him and gives you a shy smile, willing himself to turn off the light. He has dealt with this before, after all.
You have sort of felt similar feelings as well, but not like this. Not this intense. You feel like you’ve just opened a door you did not know existed, but you have been holding it closed with all your strength.
Suddenly, you are very aware of the fact that you are a grown woman, and he’s a man.
You let your fingers grace your lips in the dark, the way Jungkook was looking at you just half an hour ago, vivid and clear in your mind. The fact that he is lying within arm's reach, just as he does every night for the last two months, suddenly makes you feel more drunk than you actually are. The knowledge and curiosity about the things he has been doing to himself is not helping.
Why shouldn't you try?
Your hands slowly run down your body, ending at your wet underwear. Holding your breath, you carefully and quietly take them off. Fingers hovering over your body, contemplating, feeling stupid.
“...Jungkook?” you try, wondering if he is still awake.
“Yeah?” he answers, and you smile.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep”.
You let your statement hang in the air. You wonder if your heart keeps beating like this- how will you ever be able to sleep?
“It’s been a very long day,” Jungkook whispers, but you can hear the hesitation in his voice. Both of you know you should move camp tomorrow, never staying in the same place for too long.
“Can I ask you a question?”
You feel the heat rising to your face again as you continue to contemplate. What if he gets mad at you? He is pretty private, after all. He opened up more than you thought he would while playing that game. You have already pushed things far. Maybe it's best to keep to yourself?
“Sure,” he whispers, and you hear him turning towards you in his sleeping bag. He can’t see you in the dark, but still.
“When you touch yourself… how do I do it?” Your voice shakes, the alcohol and the intense need for some sort of release conquering your concerns and embarrassment.
Jungkook feels his breath grow heavy at the thought, “Um… how do you do it?”. He tries to think, and an idea starts to form in his mind.
“Please,” you plead.
His hand finds its way down to squeeze himself through his boxers, a hiss leaving his mouth as he finally gains some sort of friction.
“Jungkook…?”
“Um, yeah, ok,” he tries to gather himself, taking a second to breathe. So horny he can’t bother with fears or thoughts of how he’ll feel about this tomorrow anymore. He's been so dead set on willing himself to sleep. This is taking a turn so fast that it does not feel real.
“Just try to feel where you are most sensitive first, ok?”
“Ok”.
You let your knees fall open, gently letting your fingers make contact with your folds, immediately wincing at how sensitive you are. You start tapping your fingers around, holding your breath.
Suddenly, one of your fingers makes contact with your clit, and you jolt, head falling back as you start tapping it repeatedly. “mmm- ok, I think I found somewhere,” you breathe, small waves of pleasure going into your body.
Jungkook bites his lip for the hundredth time this night, hard.
“Would you mind if I also-”
“Please do,” you cut him off.
“Ok, ok…” he pulls his boxers off hurriedly, wrapping his hand around himself.
“What now?” you ask as you grow desperate for more.
“Try stroking?” Jungkook half-breathes, half moans, as he starts doing just that. His entire body tingles warmly, not fully believing what's happening.
“Stroking?”
... “Rubbing? yeah… that sounds more right… mmfh-” he struggles to pace himself as he instructs you. But he wants you to get the hang of it, to follow along.
You follow his instructions and start carefully rubbing your clit. “Oh-oh god,” moaning as the sensation hits you hard, earning a pleased hum back from Jungkook, who picks up his pace.
He tightens his grip, bathing in the feeling of ecstasy that comes with doing this next to you, with you. He wants so much more, feel you, taste you. He lets out a low groan as his hips involuntarily buck into his hand.
Not hiding this is starting to feel like an out-of-body experience. Or maybe it’s the alcohol?
The images of the way he was looking at you start to flash before your eyes again, blending with the sound of his heavy breathing and small moans next to you… blending with yours as you start to move your hand faster, clenching around nothing.
This is driving you crazy, biting your lips and rubbing them together, imagining him kissing you. It hits you that it’s his touch that you’re craving.
“Jungkook- Jungkook, I don’t think I can do this,” you whine as you feel a knot start to form in your stomach.
“Yeah- yes you can- just keep going, ah-” he moans through heavy breaths, his hand running up and down his torso while he fucks his palm.
“No, I can’t!” you whine, sitting up, abruptly turning on the light while trying to catch your breath.
You freeze as you see Jungkook, lying there, clearly startled. But my god- messy hair slightly sticking to his forehead, fucked out expression on his face, eyes glossy and dark, face all red, lips swollen from biting at them all night.
“Wha-” he starts, but you cut him off again.
“Jungkook~” you drag out as you lean towards him, mind blank. In that moment, he is so glad he made himself cum this morning before you woke up. If he didn’t, he’s scared he would have ruined this moment.
“What if-” you start, laying a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Jungkook's eyes follow your every move as you scoot your sleeping bag flush next to his. “What if we touch each other?”
You hold your breath, ready to cry if rejected. But he immediately, gently pulls you down next to him. Not quite able to believe you just suggested that.
You grab the blanket for some privacy as you get out of your sleeping bags, too embarrassed to be completely exposed to each other. You are friends after all, right?
“Tell me to stop whenever, ok?” he looks into your eyes, bunny smile appearing briefly before he starts to rub your waist. “Show me where”, he whispers softly.
You guide his hand down slowly, butterflies filling your stomach, feeling his hands on you in this way, eyes fluttering shut as he makes contact with your clit.
“Wow,” he whispers under his breath as he feels the way you immediately tense at his touch, gently starting to rub back and forth.
“Like that?” he smiles. All you manage is to nod while giving him your hand. He holds his hand around yours, placing it on his cock.
Jungkook starts using your hand, dragging it up and down his length, lips slightly parted at the feeling of your soft hand. Your mind is blown at how hard, yet velvety smooth he feels as you try and fail at closing your hand around him completely.
Your pleasure picks up almost where it left off, the fact of what is happening only exaggerating things. You're definitely into this, and you’d definitely be into watching him do this to himself as well, you realize.
You lean your head onto his shoulder as beathy moans are coming out of you, taking in his scent, bucking your hips against his hand.
Jongkook gets the memo and picks up his pace. The back and forward motion turns into quick, sloppy circles over your clit as he tries his best. The clenching around nothing starts to make you feel weirdly empty, his touch making you go crazy. It feels so good.
You try as hard as you can to stroke him, but your hand starts to spasm slightly as you get close. Little do you know, your erratic movements are only bringing him closer as well, precum leaking out of him as louder, needy moans fill the tent.
Suddenly, the knot inside you snaps. Waves of pleasure surge through your body as your walls flutter, grinding onto Jongkook's hand, your body shaking uncontrollably at the new feeling. You moan and cry into his shoulder, his hand the only thing in your awareness.
The moment your mind starts to get less fizzy, coming down a bit, you realize Jungkook's eyes are glued shut. He holds your wrist, thrusting into your hand harshly, moaning with every breath.
You get it together, starting to move your hand.
“haaa-ah- just like that-” he moans abruptly.
Just moments after you, Jungkook’s balls start to tighten, the base of his cock throbs as he reaches his high.
Mesmerized, you watch as he completely lets go. Pleasure takes over his entire body. Desperate and erratic, then low, dragged-out moans leave his mouth. You feel his cock pulsing in your hand as something warm and wet starts to cover your hand in bursts, his entire body jerking slightly with each one.
He keeps tensing the muscles in his jaw. You stare at his neck as you see the blood pumping through his veins under his slightly wet skin.
Jungkook’s breath slows down as he starts to go quiet. Body going still.
“Shit-”
His voice comes out breathy as he starts to realize that he just messed up your blanket. You laugh lightly as you notice his apologetic expression. Embarrassment is starting to creep into you again as your eyes meet his.
What on earth did you just do?
“...We’ll just leave it. I keep forgetting it anyway.” You nod at the blancet, clearly out of it.
And now, it’s Jungkook's turn to laugh. He can’t quite figure out what to say. He's left softly looking at you in bewilderment. Before he figures it out, the exhaustion from the day hits you hard.
Feeling all safe next to Jungkook. It’s impossible not to drift off to sleep. Barely noticing how he puts one arm around you before your consciousness leaves.
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I dare you - part 2.
The man with the gun is screaming at your dad. You’re frozen, not understanding a single word that’s being yelled. Guled in place halfway behind the door, you just stand there- staring.
Your dad screams at you to run. Jungkook's hand swipes up to the side of your face, covering it, turning your head away just in time. A shot rings out. The sound of your dad's body hitting the floor feels like it’s coming from underwater.
You are being dragged away, your feet starting to move on their own.
Another shot, another thud. You hear screaming. It’s you. The taste of blood in your mouth is strong. Is it from running so hard? Are you shot? You can’t feel your body. Only burning from running. Keep running.
Keep running.
You don’t think Jungkook knows where you are going, just away- dragging you away.
Run.
Run.
Finally, you whip your head around. No one is following? Where is Jungkook’s brother? Your dad is dead.
Your knees hit the ground as you fall, but you instantly get dragged up again. You hear Jungkook's frantic voice, but don’t catch anything of what he’s saying. Ears ringing.
Run, just keep running.
You wake up with a gasp, body aching from adrenaline. It’s light outside. It smells of coffee. You are safe. All of that was two months ago. You are safe. Paralyzed by your nightmare, you stare up at the fabric of the tent for a few minutes, mind racing. You had gotten away, but why only you two?
why?
You cut off your thoughts as you raise your hands to rub your face. This nightmare, this memory, it haunts you. It’s been almost a week since you had it last, but it always seems to come back. You need to get up, start your day, keep moving, just like you always do.
You feel into the smooth fabric of your sleeping bag. It’s a bit warmer than usual, no? Your blanket is halfway over it, right next to Jungkook's. Why is it so close?
Your eyes go wide as you remember what transpired the night before. Your heart starts to race at the thought of Jungkook sitting outside by the campfire, making morning coffee like he usually does. Are you supposed to just… walk out and say good morning? “Hey, thanks for doing that to me last night. I loved it. It was really good. You were so fucking hot, btw?” No way.
Your head throbs slightly, and you groan. Is this what a hangover feels like? The light is… It’s pointy!
You sit up, head in your hands, and stay there. Just breathing slowly. You are nauseous. Maybe you’ll have some of the plane crackers you found in the store yesterday for breakfast? That sounds like a good idea.
Jungkook peeks his head in through the opening of the tent, and your heart feels like it’s about to fall out through your butt. “Heyy…” you mumble.
“Had that nightmare again, huh? I could hear you were awake.” He looks very serious, but with flushed cheeks. He hands you the already half-eaten crackers. “Yeah… that obvious?” … “And are you reading my mind? I was just thinking of those!” You grab the crackers from him and shove one in your mouth. He laughs mildly at you before disappearing out again. “Coffee’s almost ready!”.
You never told Jungkook about your nightmare, but the day after the incident, you woke up screaming. Since then, you keep waking up horrified now and then, so he put two and two together.
You had been like this the last time something like that happened as well. It had been almost two years before you felt back to normal.
“That went well… Jungkook was blushing slightly, but that’s ok? Things seem to be normal enough?” you think, just sitting, staring out into the air.
You wonder if he is also having a hangover, given that he has seemingly eaten half the crackers and had the idea of giving the rest to you. Like you need them. You smile as butterflies fly in your stomach. He’s always so kind to you.
You put on your bra and button up your jeans that you had taken off the night before. Your eyes screw shut as you cringe at the thought of looking into his eyes right now, not knowing if you’ll be able to see him normally. Better just jump into it?
You step out of the tent, laying your cardigan over your shoulders. Your blancet is… unavailable… after all.
“Almost ready,” Jungkook says as he lifts the lid of the kettle, carefully angling it as he places it down so he doesn’t burn himself on the steam.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask, immediately regretting your decision. Maybe not mentioning anything in the recent past for a while is the best move to keep your memory in the present?
“Yeah, I woke up a bit later than usual,” he points at the coffee, and you nod. Maybe you aren’t the only one who got knocked out? You sit down next to him.
Jungkook feels his heart go warm. He wants to make you feel better, lean over and touch you. Run his hands through your hair, kiss your cheek, and warm his hands under your t-shirt. But he knows he can’t do that. You were probably drunk yesterday. Drunk people do things they regret, right?
Yesterday had blurred so many lines, and now he feels nervous again, like when he was freaking 15 years old, when you had slowly started to look less like a kid to him, and more like a cute girl.
All these years putting up these walls, and then he just goes and tears it all down in one night? Ridiculous. He’s a grown man; he can’t be acting like this.
He places a hand on your shoulder in determination, and you jolt slightly. Why is your shoulder tingling?
“I was thinking, it’s already the middle of the day. I know we have a rule to always stay less than five days at the same place… But if we leave now, it might get dark before we find somewhere else.” He says while thinking.
It’s true. Staying somewhere for a long time just increases the chances of someone finding you. People usually aren’t friendly nowadays. You probably do not seem friendly to outsiders either. But being forced to set up camp somewhere unsafe is stupid.
“I think you’re right,” you nod. You reach out to take the kettle off the fire, letting your free hand grace the small scar on your neck. Like a robot, Jungkook stands up and stomps it out, eliminating the smoke.
You pour coffee into your cup, waiting for it to get cold enough to drink, eating your crackers. Slowly sipping at the hot liquid in the midday sun.
You haven’t killed anyone yet, and Jungkook wants to keep it that way. It changes you, he knows that all too well. Having learned that lesson way too young. Besides, every encounter like that, the chances are you are the one who ends up dead, not the other person.
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That day, 2 months ago.
“I just can’t relax…” Jungkook whispers as you walk through the abandoned mall. It’s been a long time since your group has been in such a high-risk area, but you have to pass through the city anyway on your way to the mountains; it would be stupid not to look for food. The only problem is, other people probably have the same idea… desperate people.
You follow close behind him, double-checking every doorway as you sneak into the department store, knife in hand.
Your group had been hit hard by influenza about half a year ago. It is hard to believe that it’s only you, Jungkook, his brother, and your dad left.
The woman who was like an aunt to you, Jenna, had been weak. She survived the sickness, but ended up collapsing yesterday when the entire group was climbing through a second-story window, one by one. Falling back out as she lost consciousness. She hit her head hard when she landed. She never woke up.
It left you all nervous. You had seen many things, but this seemed so random and unfair.
Most of you have blood on your hands, but you care about each other, just trying to survive, and you hold on to that… no matter how much it hurts.
You take Jungkook’s hand, and you look at each other. He squeezes it before letting go, panning his head left to right, scanning to see if anything is left.
You whip your head around, swearing you just heard something by the entrance to the store, but see nothing.
There are only four of you left, so you split into two groups. You and Jungkook are looking for food, while his brother and your dad are at the pharmacy searching for medical supplies. It’s risky, but the faster you are out of there, the better.
“Oh, water bottles!” Jungkook exclaims in a hushed voice, walking over to them. You follow, but see some cans at the end of the aisle. “I’ll check out what these are…” You mumble, walking off.
You stop at the end of the aisle, realizing that it’s some sort of juice. The bottles have ballooned out. Probably fermented. You drop your backpack to the floor. Picking one up, you sigh. There is no way they are safe to drink.
You hear footsteps, and before you can react, it’s too late. You try to whip yourself around, but someone grabs hold of you. The reality of the situation sinks in as you feel large skinny hands pressing your arms in against your body, something cold pushing against your neck… It’s a knife… your own has fallen to the floor. You must have dropped it when you got grabbed… shit.
The knife burns against your throat, blood dripping from a shallow cut where it had pushed through your skin.
“Lissen! If you want your girlfriend here to live, you give me your supplies!”. Jungkook's eyes linger on you for a moment before he slowly starts to let his backpack slide off his shoulder. A silent understanding passes between you two.
“I’m going to take this off my back, then I’ll hand it to you, and you let her go. Ok?” He says, slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
His head goes quiet as his focus sharpens, blocking out the sound of his pounding heart. There is no room for mistakes here.
“If you kill her, our people won’t be happy…” Jungkook starts, walking slowly towards you. You recognize the look in his eyes… it almost scares you. You know it’s the man next to you he’s looking at, and you are glad you're not him.
“Oh, your people? That old man and the skinny guy, a bit older than you? That’s who you are threatening me with?”. It dawns on you that you have been followed.
Jungkook’s eyes dart to meet yours only for a second. But the stranger notices. “They should be dead by now, so why don’t you-”. The man never finishes his sentence.
The moment he’s within reach, Jungkook jolts forward, pushing his hand up between the blade of the knife and your neck, getting his palm cut as the stranger attempts to slit your throat.
Jongkook continues his momentum forward, pushing the man to the floor as they both go down. He wrestles the knife out of the stranger's hands instantly, turning it around on him, slicing his throat with his own knife. Just like he almost did to you. He stabs it into his heart for good measure. The man instantly goes limp; no need to make anyone suffer, no matter how tempting that feels right now. He almost slit your throat... Jungkook's eyes are wide.
It is all over in a silent instant. There's a moment of adrenaline-filled, continued silence that follows as Jongkook looks at his hands, dropping the blood-covered knife.
“Y/n, are you ok?” he turns to you, worry written all over his face. You nod frantically, holding your throat, pointing down the hall.
Jungkook gets up on his feet, and you start running in the direction of the pharmacy as you drag your backpacks back onto your backs mid-sprint, hearts pounding.
As you close in, you hear muffled yelling. You and Jungkook stop dead in your tracks, listening. There are clearly multiple unknown male voices, but among them, there’s your dad.
You sneak closer to the storefront, carefully peaking your head around the corner. Your dad makes eye contact, but pretends not to see you.
There's a man with a gun who is screaming at your dad. You’re frozen, not understanding a single word that’s being yelled as you realize… Multiple armed men are cornering your dad and Jungkook's brother.
Guled in place halfway behind the door, you just stand there- staring. But your slow-motion world is quickly and brutally sped up to high speed, leaving you behind.
Your dad screams at you to run. Abruptly, Jungkook's hand swipes up to the side of your face, covering it, getting his blood all over you, turning your head away just in time. A shot rings out. The sound of your dad's body hitting the floor feels like it’s coming from underwater.
You are being dragged away, your feet starting to move on their own. Another shot, another thud. You hear screaming. It’s you, barely audible eaven though the pressure feels like it will explode your lungs.
The taste of blood in your mouth is strong. Is it from running so hard? Are you shot? You can’t feel your body. Only burning from running. You sprint out of the mall, heading down a narrow alleyway.
You don’t think Jungkook knows where you are going as he drags you away, feet moving faster than you thought they could. Turning a corner, he sees the start of a forest. Right, the mountains…
He beelines it, not letting go of your hand as your bodies disappear between trees.
Finally, you whip your head around. No one seems to be following you. Where’s Jungkook’s brother? Your dad is dead.
Your knees hit the ground as you fall, but you instantly get dragged up again. You hear Jungkook's frantic voice, but don’t catch anything of what he’s saying. Ears ringing. You’re in shock. Just like that, you went from five to four, then two… in less than a week. Three years ago, you were 12…
The pace of your running finally slows down, turning into fast walking. Putting distance between you and the others is a priority. Jungkook starts to feel an aching sensation in his hand as he slowly regains feeling in his body, having also gon numb.
He holds it up to his chest, higher than his heart, pressing it into the opposite shoulder, trying to control the bleeding.
You eventually reach a river with running water and a big boulder next to it. The sun stays up late this time of the year, but you need to patch up and rest. There's a high density of trees here as well, perfect.
You both drop down on the riverside, sitting there, panting. Jungkook dips his hand in the water, shaking it lightly, wincing as the wound stings. He pats his hand dry and wraps it tightly with some of the last bandages he has left. It will leave a scar, but it should be ok.
He looks over at you, seeing how you are just sitting there, staring into the distance. “Y/n…” He says sofly, gently touching your shoulder. Half your face is covered in blood from his hand when he turned your head away, sparing you from witnessing-
“I think they killed them both…” You choke out, and Jungkook closes his eyes. "Executed," he thinks, but keeps that thought to himself. “...They did,” he says instead. You feel like you can scream and cry, but your eyes stay dry.
He pulls out a t-shirt from his backpack, dipping the corner into the river, bringing it to your face. He gently starts wiping the blood away, and you realize where the intense metal taste comes from.
You do what you do best: survive. Taking inventory of what you have, having lost a lot more than just your family, but all the things they had with them as well. Luckily, Jungkook has the tent he and his brother used. A compact tent meant for two people, and you have most of the food. You haven't shared a tent since you were young, having sleepovers of sorts. But sleeping alone now that there are just the two of you seems unsafe anyway, not to mention the hassle of unnecessarily bringing an extra tent.
You know the time ahead will be hard, but looking at his face, you know you will survive this.
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Present day
“We should make the strawberries into jam? Then we can bring it with us more easily, and we can have something to put on those damn bread-like pancake things we make.” Jungkook suggests, and you agree.
“Yeah… they need something, that’s for sure!” You both chuckle. Life nowadays is so simple, yet hard. It all feels so mundane, until it doesn’t. It usually goes bad with little warning. But yesterday, that was different. That felt fun.
You stand up, cutting off your thoughts. Don’t think about it, you’ll just freak out when you look at Jungkook. Not thinking about how he felt in your hand is hard enough, not to mention his hands.
You look at them as he holds his cup of newly poured coffee. They feel slightly rough, you know they do. You focus on his knuckles and veins. His fingertips are a bit red from the warmth of the cup. You wonder how hands can be so sexy… You shouldn’t engage the thoughts; you have to stop.
“If we're going to make jam, we'll need a lot more berries,” you ponder. “Then we have something to do the rest of the day.” Jungkook shrugs, happy to do something physical to get his mind out of yesterday's events.
“We have everything we need, right?” You look at him, mentally going over the small inventory of ingredients you bring with you to distract yourself.
It’s mostly grains like flour, rice, some canned food, some spices… things that don’t go bad easily with time. Everything else, you have to make on the go.
“Hmm… Water to boil, I think we have enough sugar… and I got some lemon concentrate drops from the party store. I think it’s made for drinks, but it should still work to thicken and preserve the jam. Most of our jars are empty, right?”
You feel your heartbeat quicken just a little as he mentions the store, remembering his face when you first showed him the cards. “Jupp, I think we have four that are empty. And that lemon concentrate should work.”
“Let’s go then”. Jungkook gets right up and grabs a bucket, ready to get started. The tension makes sitting still uncomfortable. He hopes it goes away. Your bond is very strong after all. It probably just needs some time, and everything will go back to normal. But having what you shared yesterday slip into the past makes him sad.
Being a few years older than you, he had always felt like, in a sense, it was his job to protect your innocence. But you are both adults now, so it’s not like that matters anymore.
Still, the boundaries he has set feel like law. Was yesterday just a drunken mistake, or could it be more? Maybe you want him too? Yesterday, you did ask him to touch you… He needs to stop thinking in this way. You were drunk.
Yesterday, Jungkook felt so satisfied. He thought it would take longer before he would feel some sort of way again, but if anything, he somehow feels more horny than usual. He wants more of what he has finally gotten a taste of.
You follow Jungkook into the field. You only have one bucket; the other one is filled with berries from yesterday. So, you stand next to him. This is fine… everything is fine?
The afternoon sun hits his face, making his brown eyes slightly golden.
You find yourself staring at his lips, focusing on his piercing, and wondering how it would feel while kissing him.
You remember when he got it. Both of you have ear piercings, he more than you. You had picked up jewelry from an abandoned store in secret… Using needles to poke holes, to the adults' frustrations. Risking infection was really stupid these days. Percing his lip, though, that was definitely an intimate moment, in hindsight.
You always did it to each other, sneaking off so no one could intervene. You had put a piece of an apple on the inside of his lip to make sure you didn’t poke the inside of his mouth when you quickly pushed the needle through, replacing it with jewelry as fast as you could. By some miracle, it healed well, and he’s had it ever since.
A lump forms in your throat. Had you pushed him away yesterday? He was clearly reluctant at the start, but he was fully into it as you kept going, right? It seemed that way at least. You bite your lip as it flashes through your thoughts.
The way he was looking at you… You have always loved his voice, but hearing him moan while breathing heavily from your touch was just something else.
You remember aunt Jenna pulling you aside. Talking about how she knows you and Jungkook are close, but not wanting you to be alone together… You first thought it was because of the piercing shananegance, but she had asked something about whether he had touched you. You didn't understand what she meant. Thinking about it... that look he had in his eyes yesterday... You have definitely seen it before when you've been alone with him.
Now, you feel your face go beet red, realization hitting you like a truck. You feel so far behind. Did she really think you would get what she meant all those years ago… did he!?
Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, and it dawns on you that you are staring at his face. “Everything ok?” he smiles, cheeks just as red as yours. You recoil back, just a bit.
“Yes! Sorry”. You look down at the strawberry plants, making sure to turn your face away from him as it burns in embarrassment.
…Good… it would definitely feel good to kiss him.
“I think half of this bucket is enough together with the rest, given that we have four jars?” he ponders, and you nod a little too intently.
“Yes”.
Walking the short distance back to the tent, you are surprised at how much you just want to lie around and relax. Tomorrow will probably contain a lot of walking.
“Should we just get ready for bed once we are done with this?” you ask as you start to put water in the one pot that you own. “Why not? We’ll probably need the sleep for tomorrow,” Jongkook mumbles.
He feels so on and off today, distant. Hopefully, he’s not mad about what happened.
The jam is luckily easy and quick to make, and the sun has not eaven set yet as you fill the last jar halfway full. “Well, it is almost four jars with jam.” You state as Jungkook puts the lid on.
You take flour and mix it with water, yeast from a packet, salt, and oil. You let it cook at the bottom of the pot, the same one you used to make jam. It is the only one you have, after all. Turning it around to cook on the other side as well, you turn to Jungkook, happy that you've managed to get it to rise a bit.
Jungkook breaks the bread/ pancake thing in half and puts jam on it. It helps when it’s warm. It makes it taste slightly better. You take a bite, tilting your head.
“The jam is definitely an improvement… but you can definitely taste the lemon!” Jungkook laughs. You have to agree with him. It’s not terrible. You have made both way worse and boring foods while traveling before.
Thoughts of yesterday keep spinning in Jungkook's head as he gets ready for bed. The walls he has built to hide his feelings towards you are still up, but he feels like there are huge holes in them… And there is definitely something off about you two today. He’s sure you can feel it too.
He has to talk to you… or maybe…
Almost ready to sleep, on top of his sleeping bag, he halts when lying down. Jungkook looks at you as he props himself up on his elbows, wondering if he’s making yet another mistake.
You look up at him from your sleeping bag, all tucked in, furrowing your brows. “What?”
“Lissen,” he begins to speak, sharply inhaling through his nose. “I woke up so late today, I’m not tired yet at all… are you?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer.
“I guess not”, you say. It’s not like you have been awake for that many hours. But what is he on about? You can tell he’s thinking of something. And what’s with that face?
Jungkook tries, but backs down. “You still have that book?” he says, pressing his lips together. “Yeah? You want to reread it?”
“Mhm,” he nods. You hand it to him, and he feels his body getting hot as his hand comes in contact with yours. Jungkook opens it, staring at a page, not really reading. Trying to suppress his needs.
You keep looking at him for a while before closing your eyes. It’s not like the dim light will keep you awake anyway, if you can get sleepy, that is.
Finally, Jungkook gets some courage back. He closes the book, flipping over on his stomach. All the thoughts that keep going through his head are making his cock hard.
He’s done.
He keeps trying to make you comfortable. He’s just going to do what he wants and let you tell him if you don’t like it. That’s how he goes about everything else, after all. It’s not like you wouldn't just tell him no; he’ll just ask. And yesterday, you didn’t stop things. That was him, for your sake, but was it really? Or was he just scared?
Jungkook looks over at the backpack, the game of truth or dare still lying right next to it, yellow and red cards still in the plastic. He wants yesterday to continue. No, he needs it. He's burning up.
“I’m bored,” he states. You open your eyes and turn to face him.
“Book’s not good?”
“Nope”.
Silence fills the room. You turn over to find out what he’s looking at, and your heart jumps. Is he thinking about it?
“Why don’t we continue to play that game? Or did you bring something else?” he tries to play it off cool, as if his cock isn't acting.
You shake your head slowly. He wants to continue?
“We are out of the green ones-” you start.
“We can do the yellow ones.”
You can tell it’s not a question. You scoot yourself up into a sitting position inside your sleeping bag, eyeing him carefully.
“I thought you said the yellow ones would kill you,” you tease, trying to ease the sudden tension. But remembering his flustered state yesterday, your cheeks are turning slightly pink.
“Lest’s find out.” he deadpans as he throws his head back to get his hair out of his face, and you start thinking that it’s not him that’s about to die, it’s you.
“You can start with asking me this time, that’s only fair, right?” Jungkook smiles at you, but it’s far from innocent. What has gotten into him?
“And let’s just forget the alcohol, ok? We’ll just ask each other.” He looks at you intently, waiting, seeing if you’ll go along.
“ok”
Your voice comes out small, but it’s enough to lift the weight off his shoulders.
“Good girl”.
He grabs the cards, ripping the plastic open, and hands you one. You sit there, holding it, baffled.
“...Jungkook, are you… flirting with me?” You half laugh out of nervousness, but he just raises an eyebrow.
“Ask me.”
You gulp. This is a Jungkook you are not used to, at least not in this context. But you aren’t used to him in this context at all, you realize.
Yesterday, all of his focus had gone to restraining himself, worrying. Now, he wants to enjoy this.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he answers, a smile playing on his lips. This is going just like he wants so far.
You read it: “Take two articles of clothes off”.
He ignores the maybe obvious choice of his socks and pulls off his t-shirt instead, trying to lessen the heat. Exposing his abs and broad shoulders.
Then, he sits up on his knees in front of you, undoing his pants, wanting you to see the state he's in, pulling them down, pausing slightly to let out a sigh of relief as his cock stops being pressed down by his pants, standing up, hard in his boxers.
You have to watch your expression so you don’t look like an idiot by the way you openly stare at his body, trying to avoid his crotch. But to be fair, he’s acting crazy all of a sudden. The tension in the air is suffocating, and you are absolutely shocked.
“Jungkook!” you squeak, heart pounding, seeing him barely in clothes like this.
“What?” he says while looking down at you, t-shirt still in hand, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. That same look on his face that usually appears when he wins an argument.
“Uh… n- nothing, I guess,” you stammer, deciding to look at the cards. Your body burns. You can't believe he actually looks like that.
You feel like you just had some sort of revelation, but your brain is malfunctioning.
Jungkook sits down and stretches out his legs, ending up with his feet on either side of you, acting way too bold. So damn cocky, he can barely handle himself. You forget how to breathe properly.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, enjoying observing how he’s affecting you.
“I-”
You feel dizzy.
“I think it will be truth for me…” You feel weirdly naked, regretting that you had taken off most of your clothes because you thought you’d be sleeping… Forgoing your pajamas because you felt too warm. But now, you have somehow ended up in a similar situation to yesterday, in a t-shirt and panties, eaven though it was Jungkook who had gotten a dare to take his clothes off. At least you’re in your sleeping bag.
“Have you ever had a wet dream about someone you shouldn’t have?” Jungkook scrunches his nose, looking displeased.
“You know what-” he starts before you can answer. “Let’s just do dares.”
“Just dares?” you question. “...I don’t see why not.” You go along with his ideas like you usually do. Although usually we are talking about hair dye, piercings, stuff like that. You wonder what he’s up to now. You really want to find out.
He looks down, reading the dare next to the truth he just discarded. “Lick cream off another player's fingers while moaning and staring into their eyes.” Jungkook reads the dare fast. You stare at each other.
This is definitely pushing things further than yesterday, starting with these things. Doing something like that to him seems weirdly intimate. The atmosphere in the tent has definitely shifted. Jungkook feels nervous, but sticks to his plan.
He looks to his side. He does not have cream, but there are some crushed strawberries left in the bucket that he brought into the tent for the night… having felt too lazy to go and wash it in the river straight away.
He dips his fingers into them, looking at you.
“I dare you,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows in that silly way he knows makes you annoyed. Inside, though, he’s questioning his sanity… or his entire identity at this point, to be honest. But it pays off.
You get on your knees and crawl over. Jungkook is not eaven registering the way he is looking at you as you get closer, eyelids heavy while leaning his head back slightly. You are so unbelievably sexy to him.
You grab his hand with both of yours, nervously laughing as you test, dipping your tongue onto his fingers.
You look up to meet his gaze. The eye contact feels so intense. He looks a bit like he has a fever, you note. Trying to make some noise as you work at getting his fingers clean. You can tell his breath is getting caught in his throat as he accidentally lets out a few wimpers.
Every lick feels so good, even though it’s just his fingers; your mouth is on him, and he loves that.
There is a spot on his index finger that would cause you to twist his hand uncomfortably to get it clean, so you decide to dip the digit into your mouth, sucking the juice from the strawberries off.
Jungkook jolts slightly, eyes becoming fully open again, bewildered as his breath gets more shaky, shifting his hips up ever so slightly. The look on his face makes the corners of your mouth pull up a bit, tightening your lips around his finger, humming around it.
The warmth from your mouth feels good, and he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like on his cock.
Is he losing his mind? On second thought, he’s pretty sure he did that a while ago.
You let his finger pop out of your mouth, and the silence that follows is deafening. He's stunned.
You bend forward to pick up the cards and accidentally give Jungkook a new view. He lets out a sound you can only describe as a short, choked moan. Your eyes dart back up to him, and you see where he is looking, down your t-shirt.
You feel yourself getting wet, and you press your thighs together. Seeing him like this is definitely something you could get used to… It’s addictive.
“Truth or dear?”
“Yeah…? As I said, dear?” he whispers, his mind all hazy. He holds his body back, despite telling himself he wasn’t going to do that. He is still unsure what he would do to you, so going through the cards like this will have to work.
“Kiss the neck of the person you find most attractive in the room for five minutes,” you read softly. He looks at you with inquiring eyes, “Is it ok?” not sure if he is asking you or himself. “If you think so…” you trail off as he sits all the way up.
He surprises you both as he quickly grabs your shoulders, leaning in, dragging you up on your knees. He asked, you did not say no. So why force himself to stop when he wants nothing more than this?
Despite his sudden movement, his lips gently meet your neck, and you close your eyes. He places butterfly kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, where he meets your t-shirt, reluctantly stopping himself.
His lips feel soft and warm in contrast to his piercing, the metal hard and cold against the sensitive skin on your neck as he drags his lips against you. You’re getting goosebumps.
An insane hunger-like feeling for you is building in him, making him groan in frustration. His kisses get more intense as he starts making out with your neck, completely losing himself.
You grab his biceps to try to ground yourself in reality, and not float away from the feeling. But the feeling of his muscles under your fingers just makes it worse. You feel painfully empty as your pussy starts throbbing, but you have no capacity to process that as he’s sucking on your neck. You gasp out as he gently bites you, and your head falls back.
It takes everything in him not to pull you onto his body. Jungkook wants that so bad, feeling you close. Heat radiates off him.
No one is counting, but he suddenly pulls back, arms falling to the sides of his body.
You sink down again as he lets you go. Pulling your knees to your chest to sort of hold yourself. You open your eyes. The last thought that goes through your head is that you want to kiss him so bad, feeling all that against your lips as well, while you drown in the heat of his body.
Your eyes land on how rock hard he is in his boxers. You had tried not to think about it, that feels like the polite thing to do... but now it is literally right in front of your face for a few seconds.
He also sits back down and stretches his legs out again, so he sits down in that same position, his feet on both sides of you again.
You look closer at him. His heart is visibly beating through his chest, his breath and eyes heavy from lust. You suddenly feel very, very shy, bringing your feet together.
“… do you want to continue?”
Your voice comes out sounding timid.
“Honestly? I want to continue,” he confesses breathlessly.
“Come on, I dare you,” he says, obviously impatient.
“Ok, dare”.
He picks up another yellow card, “I dare you to bend over and let me spank you?” It comes out as a question. He’s slightly confused, but likes the thought.
There’s no need to ask twice. You honestly want to do whatever he asks right now, whether the request is from a card or not. Feeling like you’re learning eaven more about him through his actions than you did through his words. You need to know everything.
You crawl onto his lap and lie down on his thighs, positioning your butt in front of him. All sorts of feelings rush through Jungkook's body as he rests his hand on your butt, before carefully slapping you.
You let out a little moan, taken aback at how you can feel the vibrations inside you. That’s all he needs. He grabs one of your ass cheeks and starts kneading it shamelessly with his hand as he begins to slowly and rhythmically slap and knead the other, switching it up.
You feel yourself coming apart and becoming a moaning mess, every touch becoming hypnotic. Loving that he’s getting rougher with you, getting carried away, slapping you harder.
From how you are lying, he can see how wet you are and how it has completely soaked you. Can all that really be because of him?
He can’t help but let his fingers glide over and start massaging that part as well. Bucking his hips up into your stomach next to your belly button, desperate for friction, feeling how precum is coating his tip.
You gasp in shock and pleasure as he touches you. “Jungkook, please-” you cry out, grabbing onto his t-shirt that you find on the floor as he keeps going. His finger finds your clit through the fabric, rubbing it.
He abandons your ass that's covered in his handprints to grab your hair, cause that’s what he feels like doing. Jungkook closes his eyes, breaking out into a slight sweat. Everything about you is so soft.
He’s pretty sure you were just begging for him… Is he sure he didn’t mishear that? He can tell it’s almost too late to stop. Actually, there is no way he can stop now. He can’t control his breath anymore, let alone his urges.
“Ahh… I need you,” he sighs out, volume all over the place. He grabs your waist and pulls you up onto his lap, pressing your bodies together, wrapping his arms around you.
Your lips immediately find his in a heated kiss. It is clumsy at first, but you don’t eaven notice, too focused on the way he tastes, the way he feels, strong arms around you, soft lips with hard metal, his hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh.
You grab a fistful of his thick hair, and Jungkook holds your chin, forcing your mouth open. He starts sucking on your tongue. You are so confused, but it feels so good as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, and you return the favor, sucking on his tongue as he groans repeatedly against your mouth. Every sensation is like a shockwave.
He's slapping his hands against your ass again, causing you to rock on his lap. He reacts by grabbing onto your hip bones so hard it’s sure to leave bruises, but you don’t care.
He flips you over and starts to grind his hips down onto yours, not knowing exactly what he is doing, just letting his body lead. His head’s not working anyway, game of truth or dare long forgotten.
Hot waves of pleasure are driving him forward, keeping him grinding into you as you moan loudly into each other's mouths, bodies tensing, hands going everywhere.
Your underwear and his boxers are the only things stopping him from fucking you at this point, as he thrusts against your clothed pussy. His hands run up and down your body before letting them slide under your t-shirt. It bunches up under your arms as he starts to massage your boobs with both hands. Your body feels like it’s in heaven.
He breaks the kiss and lets his head fall into the crook of your neck. Jungkook still can’t control his breath, and he feels so, so dizzy, letting his mouth give sloppy kisses against your neck, fixating on your scar. No one is taking you from him.
He keeps rubbing his hard cock against that sensitive spot, and your hips buckle up to meet his, finding a rhythm. The tension in you is building, sharp pleasure washes through you as you clench around nothing, wanting him more, wrapping your thighs around him. He grabs the fabric of the sleeping bag under you, trying to steady himself.
This is too much. He collapses on top of you. Long, drawn-out, deep moans rasping through his throat. That tight feeling in his balls, hard, hard throbbing at the base of his cock as he desperately keeps thrusting against you, feeling blood pumping through his entire body.
You just watch as he pulls back slightly, reaching his hand down, pulling his boxers to the side. Your eyes go wide as he completely exposes himself to you, starting to slide his hand up and down his length fast as he reaches the edge, needing something- you, around his cock, now.
“Touch me,” he breathes between inelible sounds, pressing his cock down onto the soft skin over your panties, rubbing it against you. He grabs your hand, guiding it as he rides through his orgasm. Cum bursts out of him, spilling over your stomach as he tenses up so hard his body jerks over you.
You close your mouth as soon as you notice that it's hanging slightly open and look up at Jungkook’s face in awe. His eyes are closed, and he is shaking.
You gently guide him down next to you as he continues to let out shaky, heavy breaths.
“I’m so sorry,” he manages to say eventually, covering his mouth, mumbling through his fingers.
“I let myself get carried away”.
“Why on earth would you be sorry, Koo?” You say sincerely, using his nickname for the first time in a long while, trying to process what you just witnessed.
Jungkook does not have an answer. You lie there for a little bit, feeling how your body is still so sensitive, yearning for him after things abruptly stopped.
“Do you forgive me?”
He does not look at you.
“Jungkook, what the hell do you mean?” You sit up, pulling his hand from his face to see him fully. You're getting scared.
“I don’t know y/n! Friends don’t kiss like that!”.
Your heart drops.
“No… they don’t,” you say quietly, confused.
He finally meets your eyes, knowing he has to talk to you. Maybe he should have started with that? he feels like an idiot for ending up in this situation.
He feels like you’ve broken him, his body somehow still desperately horny, still hard. Your heart beats uncomfortably in your chest as you realize he has tears in his eyes.
“Lissen- This- all this. I want you, like this.” he gestures out into the air, looking desolate.
You just look at him.
“I never meant to mess things up, hell, I’ve been avoiding this for years!” he continues, voice getting louder as he goes.
“Jungkook, it’s ok-”
“I had convinced myself I could ignore it, but after yesterday, and what we just did-”
“Jongkook!” you yell, cutting him off.
He stares at you, and you recognize the look of loss in his eyes. After what he just did, what he felt… He knows he can never manage to be close to you again without this. After yesterday, maybe? But not now, and it’s killing him.
Your mind is scrambling.
“Look, after yesterday, I have started to realize I’ve been wanting you like this too. This damn game is the best thing I’ve ever found, if that’s why you decided this was ok!”. Your voice is rising now as well, desperate to convey your feelings.
You can’t stand the thought of him thinking, eaven for a second, that he’s destroyed your friendship… or maybe… he has?
“Jungkook, what am I to you?” You blink at him, trying to get him to the same realization you just had.
“I don’t know… I love-”
He stops, making eye contact again, but this time, it’s a lot softer.
“I just love you… I always have.”
You smile at him, leaning in, kissing him. A gentle, careful kiss. “I love you too,” you whisper against his lips.
You stare at each other for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
Jungkook pulls his boxers back on, and you look at your messy stomach. He grabs some wet wipes and starts to clean you as you look at him, lovingly. “You’re an idiot”.
“What?”
You chuckle as he keeps eying you, wondering if you offended him. “Does this mean you want to continue?”, the smirk coming back to his face. “Do you seriously want to continue now, after that?” You point at the wet wipes, and the smirk is fully back.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me, but yeah”.
“I love whatever’s wrong with you.”
This is starting to feel like normal again… better, actually. Jungkook is relieved. But weirdly enough, his body still absolutely isn’t.
“We could just drop the cards if you want?” you suggest, but he shakes his head. “I actually think it’s fun to do the dares,” And he feels like he needs the guidance, eaven though he's a fast learner…
You bite the inside of your cheek, looking at the few yellow cards that are left, but Jongkook picks up the red ones. He wants more, and he’s hoping these will give him just that.
He makes a hissing sound, struggling slightly to get them open, his hands not working properly. You smile at him, wondering if you should try, but you’d do no better right now.
Jungkook finally stops, taking a deep breath, and you both laugh again. Trying again, it finally opens.
“Whose turn is it?” you wonder out loud. None of you can remember. “I don’t know… Should I just start?” Jungkook smiles down at the cards, and you can't shake the comedic feeling left in your body.
“Are you in a hurry or something?”
He bites down on his lips and straightens his back, shaking his head. But then, he nods, laughing. “Apparently, I am.”, he lets the embarrassment wash over him, but instead of shutting down, he lets you in.
“Turn it around then!” you push him, and he looks at the first card. “Huh… for this round, choose a partner in the group”. He furrows his brows.
“Well, that’s easy enough…” You mumble.
“People did this in groups?!” Jungkook exclaims, and the laughter is back.
He throws the card away and looks at the one underneath it. “Challenge: Take your partner's top off with your teeth.” he whips his head up to look at you, and you know all seriousness has left the room.
Jungkook throws himself forward, crashing into you, and your back hits the sleeping bag. His hand is underneath your head to make sure you don’t hit it as you fall.
He nuzzles himself into you as you gasp, “Koo!”. He ignores you, dragging himself down your body, stopping at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.
“I-I thought that I should do that!? But-” you’re cut off.
He jokingly makes a loud biting sound as he bites down on the fabric of your t-shirt, jolting you as he does so, before he loses it. You feel the laughter erupting through your bodies as you squeal, feeling very ticklish.
You try to wrestle him off you, but he clings on. “Let me do it, let me do it!” he yells with his mouth full, and you rest your hand on his head. “Hoooo… ok,” you breathe, finally getting whatever the hell that was out of your system.
He starts dragging your t-shirt up, and you feel yourself tense a bit as he goes past your boobs. He leans in to them as he passes, seemingly trying to rub them onto his face, but you let it slide, lifting your arms to allow him to drag it completely off. He drops your t-shirt and looks down at you.
“Y/n… You’re beautiful…”
Jungkook goes to touch you, feeling drawn to the sight, but you stop him. “Hey, you said you want to do the dares, right?”. He curses at himself internally for a moment before he lets it go, sighing deeply as he feels into his body.
“Ok… but then it’s your turn. ”You give him a beaming smile, picking up a card and reading the dare.
“I dare you to kiss your chosen partners down there for 30 seconds, over clothes only”. Jungkook lets his eyes scan over you, and you feel completely naked eaven though you still have panties on.
“...Only over clothes?” his voice comes out dark as he pulls up and snaps the elastic of your underwear slightly against your skin, before placing his hands on both your knees. You suddenly feel very small as you lie in front of him, especially when he leans over you like that.
“Is that a problem?” you ask. He baffles you. He wants to rip the last of your clothes off right now, but he contains himself. “Noo.. I’ll play along”. He drags his words, making small circles on your knees with his thumbs.
“You be a good girl and open your knees for me?”
Everything is very serious all of a sudden. You force yourself to spread your legs like he told you to. Is this really happening? What is eaven happening? You want him to kiss you all over, but it feels intimidating.
Jungkook gets on all fours and lies down, head between your legs. He feels like toying with you… making you his.
“Ok, you count,” he commands, feeling his confidence returning, looking up at you from between your thighs. “Count?” you look back at him, heart pounding when seeing him between your legs. “Yes, 30 seconds… ready?”
He looks down at your soaked panties, tracing your lines with his eyes, wishing they were off. But, you're so wet he’ll get to taste you anyway. Out of all the things he’d imagined, he’d never thought of this.
You start counting, and Jungkook starts tracing your body again, but with his tongue this time. Bending over the area where you showed him your most sensitive, sucking on the fabric. You halt your counting for a second, a soft hum leaving your throat as you feel the warmth of his lips through the fabric. His saliva mixes with your fluids, making everything wet.
Jungkook looks up at you again.
“Start over.”
He smiles at you sweetly, but he’s stern. You feel like you’re lost. “Whah- what?”. You don’t want him to stop, but you're also confused about how you’re supposed to keep counting like this; it feels too good.
You start anyway, and Jungkook dips his head down. Pulling fabric and your clit into his mouth, applying pressure with his tongue, moving it around. Remembering how it felt when you had sucked on his fingers and he had imagined it was his cock, feeling how it twitches in his boxers as he moves his mouth against you.
This isn't exactly kissing, but he figures it’s ok.
You get close, but lose count again, interrupted by your moans. He stops, keeping the pressure with his tongue as you pant, the sensation burning in the best way possible.
Jungkook just stares at you as your breath comes out heavy, trying to gather your thoughts again… but you can't. He does not move. You need him to move. Shakely, you start counting again, waiting for him to continue, but he pulls away.
You gasp as his warmth leaves you, and air hits the wet spot, making it icy cold. “...Jungkook?” you half moan, dazed. He gives you his hand, and you take it. He pulls you up. Trying to ignore how his cock is aching, throbbing, his skin is hypersensitive.
“There, 30 seconds”.
He feels arousal surge through his body as he sees your reaction, the way you’re clearly yearning for more. He bites his lip, stopping a moan from leaving his mouth.
“My turn again,” He smiles.
Are you sure you have not had any alcohol? You feel like you are drunk, or maybe high? You can't stop focusing on just how almost naked he is.
“Y/n I dare you to get naked and let- me inspect your body”.
Your eyes widen as you freeze up. Although you’re almost naked already, and not much is left to the imagination after what he just did, you still feel strange showing all of yourself to him.
You have basically known each other your whole lives. Unspoken boundaries are definitely hard to break, despite wanting to.
Jungkook makes it easy for you, gently hooking his fingers under the elastic of your panties. You let him take them off you, slowly wiggling them down. You sit there, legs closed, wondering how on earth it can feel good to be looked at by someone. But it does. Eaven his heavy breathing sounds good.
Jungkook pulls the hair away from your neck, sitting close to you, letting his fingers grace your scar… That’s the closest he’s ever come to losing you. Never again, he won't allow it.
He can see how nervous you are. It makes him weirdly proud that you are letting him do this… To hear you say that you love him too.
Fingers slide down, his feather-like touch feeling electric on your skin. He cups your boobs with his hands, gently lifting them up and down a bit, and you can’t help but smile at the way he is divoting all his attention to your body.
He continues to your waist, and you notice he seems to be taking note of every beauty mark he comes across on his way. You let him open your legs back up, holding your breath as he does so.
Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back for a second before letting them fall on you again as he lets out a barely audible groan.
“That’s pretty,” he states breathlessly. You furrow your brows. Pretty is not exactly how you would describe that part of your body, but you believe him.
His movements are still slow and gentle, but slightly jerky. He is forcing himself to go slow, and it’s becoming harder by the second. The need to press his body against yours again becomes overwhelming.
“Haaa…” he sighs out, placing his hands back on his own thighs for a second. Reaching back out, he gently spreads your lips, studying your anatomy. Not understanding how his gentle touches can feel so intense.
“Are you… ok?” you ask, seeing the strain on his face. “Yeah… I just- … I’m so fucking hard,” he lets out a small chuckle as he laughs at himself, chewing lightly on his lip. You feel the muscles in your vagina clenching, wanting to touch him as well.
“Let’s continue then?” You fumble with the cards when picking them up, heat radiating off your body as you feel his fingers on you.
“Do that again?”
“What?”
He stares at your hole, amazed at how it just contracted slightly. He wonders if-
“Let's continue the game… koo?” you gulp, the man in front of you is looking like he’s about to devour you.
“Ok, one more… we’ll do one more…” He whispers, more to himself than you.
He lifts his face, and your breath gets caught in your throat as your eyes meet his lustful gaze. “Um… let’s see…” You squint at the card, finding it hard to string the written sentence together.
“Challenge: I dare you to insert as many fingers into your chosen partner as possible.”
… “Inset?”
You feel your heart beat, the thought of having his fingers inside you is somehow very appealing.
“...Will you let me, please?” Jungkook’s voice comes out emotionless, but you can tell he’s anything but that.
“Yeah… try”. You tense up a bit in anticipation, wondering how it’ll feel.
He slowly puts pressure against you with his index finger, and you gasp as it pushes inside you. It doesn't hurt, but it feels very foreign in a good way, your muscles trying to adjust.
Jungkook keeps a close eye on your face as he carefully inserts another finger, loving how warm, wet, and tight you feel around his fingers.
You start to relax, and he goes to insert yet another, pulling out a bit to be able to push the third finger in. You whimper slightly in pleasure, feeling how his fingers slide back and forward. Jungkook notices immediately, keeping the slow motion going.
“Does that feel good?”
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a moan. You nod your head instead.
He feels so far away.
You grab his shoulder and try to pull him over you.
He comes up, hovering over you, hand still reaching down between your legs, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. His hair falls forward, tickling your nose.
He inserts yet another finger, and you tense, a slight stinging sensation lingering for a short moment, but it feels so good you don’t eaven care.
“Are you ok?”
He’s scared he just hurt you, but you don’t answer. The pleasure from his fingers stretching you out, rubbing against your walls, it’s making you grab on to his shoulders, and he understands it’s not pain you're feeling.
Jungkook’s mind starts to go blank. He kisses you, being way rougher than he intended. Groaning against your mouth, letting his fingers slide out of you as they find their way around your waist.
He falls down on you. You moan against his lips, loving the weight of him on top of you, pulling at his hair.
Jungkook's so frustrated at the feeling of the fabric of his boxers as he grinds his cock against you, his body feeling neglected.
“Y/n-” he tries, stopping to breathe.
You look up at him, desperation in both your eyes as you run your hands up and down his back.
Gently, you let one arm glide around as you gently start to massage his cock through his boxers. Thinking it’s only fair you get to touch him too. Jungkook moans, biting his teeth together… trying to speak again.
“Y/n- I want my cock inside you… I want to be in you-”
You grab his face, pressing your lips onto his again, deepening the kiss as you start to pull his boxers off.
This feels so right.
You lose track of them when you have gotten them down to his thighs somewhere.
He bites on your bottom lip, pulling it, letting your tongues dance together. You wrap your legs around him as you feel his cock rubbing and pushing against your entrance, bucking your hips to meet his. You feel so empty, reaching down to align him against you. You need him.
“Jungkook! mmm… ahhh- haa…” You cry out as you feel yourself stretch around him as he’s slowly filling you completely. Placing light kisses against your earlobe, he stops, taking in how you feel, choking on his breath.
He lifts himself up on his elbows, breathing slow and heavy as he looks into your eyes. You hold on to his shoulders, adjusting. Maintaining eye contact, Jungkook tries to move.
His hips thrust into you involuntarily as the pleasure hits him. You both gasp, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. His eyes widen as he looks at you, painfully stopping himself from doing it again, and again.
“That felt good,” You choke out, slight pain mixing with the pleasure, moving your hips gently against him as he stays still. His breath gets shaky, starting to gently thrust in and out of you. Feeling how you wrap around him… remembering something.
He sits back as he reaches his hand down to touch your clit, groaning as you immediately tighten around him. The sensation of his hand playing with you while his cock is inside is quickly making you lose control over your body, shaking and twisting under him. Moaning his name.
Jungkook starts getting eaven more vocal as well while he picks up his pace, and you see stars as this all becomes so good, getting hit by your orgasm as you look up at him, seeing his face filled with pleasure like that.
Your walls flutter around him as you lose the ability to breathe, back arching, taking him deeper, feeling how liquids gush out of you, too lost to care. Cuming with his cock inside you has to be the best, most intense feeling you have ever felt.
Jungkook looks surprised as you try to sit up, with him still inside. But he lets you, meeting your lips in a heated kiss. You start pushing on his shoulder, trying to make him lie down.
He grants your wish, pulling you on top of him, holding on to your thighs as you immediately start to rock back and forward, riding him.
Your only wish in the world right now is to make him feel good, watching his face contort as you move, sweat visible on his temples. You don’t know what you're doing, but luckily, your hips move on their own as all you see, all you feel, is him.
“I’m ganna-ahh-” he’s cut off by his own moans, grabbing onto your hips, thrusting up into you roughly. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, his second orgasm of the day hitting way harder.
His entire lower stomach contracts as he empties himself inside you, the feeling of his hot cum making you squeeze around him, causing him to cry out. He holds you still, feeling overstimulated.
You let yourself relax as you lean down over him, letting him pull you into his arms. Jungkook lets out a deep sigh, all the tension in his body finally gone. You snuggle into his neck, feeling how his heart beats underneath his skin.
It happened so quickly, so intensely, that as you lay on him, you are just trying to process it all now that your head’s a bit clearer. The warmth from him and his arms around you make you feel so safe, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
Jungkook rolls you over on your side, and he slips out of you, cum dripping down your thighs. He’s on it immediately, and you’re really happy you found those wet wipes.
As he’s cleaning up, you realize that this changes nothing, but everything at the same time.
Curling up together, he smiles, “You know… I’ve been missing this,”. He breathes in the scent of your hair as he rubs your back gently, your face hidden against his chest. “Mmm,” you hum, a tear finally running down your cheek.
Pairing/ Characters: Jungkook x female reader. Slight age gap (early and mid-20s) 💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Grene: Smut, truth or dare, friends to lovers, post-apocalyptic world, decent amount of plot I think, fluff because I'm a hopeless romantic, slight angst (but healthy relationship), switch/ softdom JK.
Warnings: explicit Smut, nsfw, mature, 18+, language, mention of death and grief, murder, injury, guns, knives, trauma, slight angst, sexual tension, masturbation, oral, spanking, loss of virginity as an adult, graphic description of sexual acts, dryhumping, very dirty truth or dare, mild possessiveness.
Summary: The world as we know it has ended. Y/n and Jungkook grew up close, but never learned about sex and are very oblivious eaven into adulthood. (more so y/n). You find a game of dirty truth or dare and decide to play for your 21st birthday. Because that’s what friends do, right?
How will you and Jungkook deal with the aftermath of your birthday now that the unspoken boundaries of friendship have been broken? And what happened that day 2 months ago?
This is basically just very sexually frustrated and horny, haha. Gets a bit deep too... sorry about that.
Song recommendation: Sugar! Honey! Love! by Kali Uchis, and Words by Zara Larsson.
a/n: So sorry, did not expect more than 2 people to see this since part 1 was my first post... and for me to take a week to write part 2. I expected it to be maybe 8 Google Doc pages, but no, part 1&2 together are now 51 pages (because I just HAD to add some more story, haha). However, I finally finished my first smut story. Hope you all like it 💜 I did go back and correct a few spelling mistakes in part 1, and ended up adding a few extra details, but if you don't want to read it again, I don't think that will matter too much. (And please remember English is not my first language!👀)
I dare you - part 2.
The man with the gun is screaming at your dad. You’re frozen, not understanding a single word that’s being yelled. Guled in place halfway behind the door, you just stand there- staring.
Your dad screams at you to run. Jungkook's hand swipes up to the side of your face, covering it, turning your head away just in time. A shot rings out. The sound of your dad's body hitting the floor feels like it’s coming from underwater.
You are being dragged away, your feet starting to move on their own.
Another shot, another thud. You hear screaming. It’s you. The taste of blood in your mouth is strong. Is it from running so hard? Are you shot? You can’t feel your body. Only burning from running. Keep running.
Keep running.
You don’t think Jungkook knows where you are going, just away- dragging you away.
Run.
Run.
Finally, you whip your head around. No one is following? Where is Jungkook’s brother? Your dad is dead.
Your knees hit the ground as you fall, but you instantly get dragged up again. You hear Jungkook's frantic voice, but don’t catch anything of what he’s saying. Ears ringing.
Run, just keep running.
You wake up with a gasp, body aching from adrenaline. It’s light outside. It smells of coffee. You are safe. All of that was two months ago. You are safe. Paralyzed by your nightmare, you stare up at the fabric of the tent for a few minutes, mind racing. You had gotten away, but why only you two?
why?
You cut off your thoughts as you raise your hands to rub your face. This nightmare, this memory, it haunts you. It’s been almost a week since you had it last, but it always seems to come back. You need to get up, start your day, keep moving, just like you always do.
You feel into the smooth fabric of your sleeping bag. It’s a bit warmer than usual, no? Your blanket is halfway over it, right next to Jungkook's. Why is it so close?
Your eyes go wide as you remember what transpired the night before. Your heart starts to race at the thought of Jungkook sitting outside by the campfire, making morning coffee like he usually does. Are you supposed to just… walk out and say good morning? “Hey, thanks for doing that to me last night. I loved it. It was really good. You were so fucking hot, btw?” No way.
Your head throbs slightly, and you groan. Is this what a hangover feels like? The light is… It’s pointy!
You sit up, head in your hands, and stay there. Just breathing slowly. You are nauseous. Maybe you’ll have some of the plane crackers you found in the store yesterday for breakfast? That sounds like a good idea.
Jungkook peeks his head in through the opening of the tent, and your heart feels like it’s about to fall out through your butt. “Heyy…” you mumble.
“Had that nightmare again, huh? I could hear you were awake.” He looks very serious, but with flushed cheeks. He hands you the already half-eaten crackers. “Yeah… that obvious?” … “And are you reading my mind? I was just thinking of those!” You grab the crackers from him and shove one in your mouth. He laughs mildly at you before disappearing out again. “Coffee’s almost ready!”.
You never told Jungkook about your nightmare, but the day after the incident, you woke up screaming. Since then, you keep waking up horrified now and then, so he put two and two together.
You had been like this the last time something like that happened as well. It had been almost two years before you felt back to normal.
“That went well… Jungkook was blushing slightly, but that’s ok? Things seem to be normal enough?” you think, just sitting, staring out into the air.
You wonder if he is also having a hangover, given that he has seemingly eaten half the crackers and had the idea of giving the rest to you. Like you need them. You smile as butterflies fly in your stomach. He’s always so kind to you.
You put on your bra and button up your jeans that you had taken off the night before. Your eyes screw shut as you cringe at the thought of looking into his eyes right now, not knowing if you’ll be able to see him normally. Better just jump into it?
You step out of the tent, laying your cardigan over your shoulders. Your blancet is… unavailable… after all.
“Almost ready,” Jungkook says as he lifts the lid of the kettle, carefully angling it as he places it down so he doesn’t burn himself on the steam.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask, immediately regretting your decision. Maybe not mentioning anything in the recent past for a while is the best move to keep your memory in the present?
“Yeah, I woke up a bit later than usual,” he points at the coffee, and you nod. Maybe you aren’t the only one who got knocked out? You sit down next to him.
Jungkook feels his heart go warm. He wants to make you feel better, lean over and touch you. Run his hands through your hair, kiss your cheek, and warm his hands under your t-shirt. But he knows he can’t do that. You were probably drunk yesterday. Drunk people do things they regret, right?
Yesterday had blurred so many lines, and now he feels nervous again, like when he was freaking 15 years old, when you had slowly started to look less like a kid to him, and more like a cute girl.
All these years putting up these walls, and then he just goes and tears it all down in one night? Ridiculous. He’s a grown man; he can’t be acting like this.
He places a hand on your shoulder in determination, and you jolt slightly. Why is your shoulder tingling?
“I was thinking, it’s already the middle of the day. I know we have a rule to always stay less than five days at the same place… But if we leave now, it might get dark before we find somewhere else.” He says while thinking.
It’s true. Staying somewhere for a long time just increases the chances of someone finding you. People usually aren’t friendly nowadays. You probably do not seem friendly to outsiders either. But being forced to set up camp somewhere unsafe is stupid.
“I think you’re right,” you nod. You reach out to take the kettle off the fire, letting your free hand grace the small scar on your neck. Like a robot, Jungkook stands up and stomps it out, eliminating the smoke.
You pour coffee into your cup, waiting for it to get cold enough to drink, eating your crackers. Slowly sipping at the hot liquid in the midday sun.
You haven’t killed anyone yet, and Jungkook wants to keep it that way. It changes you, he knows that all too well. Having learned that lesson way too young. Besides, every encounter like that, the chances are you are the one who ends up dead, not the other person.
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That day, 2 months ago.
“I just can’t relax…” Jungkook whispers as you walk through the abandoned mall. It’s been a long time since your group has been in such a high-risk area, but you have to pass through the city anyway on your way to the mountains; it would be stupid not to look for food. The only problem is, other people probably have the same idea… desperate people.
You follow close behind him, double-checking every doorway as you sneak into the department store, knife in hand.
Your group had been hit hard by influenza about half a year ago. It is hard to believe that it’s only you, Jungkook, his brother, and your dad left.
The woman who was like an aunt to you, Jenna, had been weak. She survived the sickness, but ended up collapsing yesterday when the entire group was climbing through a second-story window, one by one. Falling back out as she lost consciousness. She hit her head hard when she landed. She never woke up.
It left you all nervous. You had seen many things, but this seemed so random and unfair.
Most of you have blood on your hands, but you care about each other, just trying to survive, and you hold on to that… no matter how much it hurts.
You take Jungkook’s hand, and you look at each other. He squeezes it before letting go, panning his head left to right, scanning to see if anything is left.
You whip your head around, swearing you just heard something by the entrance to the store, but see nothing.
There are only four of you left, so you split into two groups. You and Jungkook are looking for food, while his brother and your dad are at the pharmacy searching for medical supplies. It’s risky, but the faster you are out of there, the better.
“Oh, water bottles!” Jungkook exclaims in a hushed voice, walking over to them. You follow, but see some cans at the end of the aisle. “I’ll check out what these are…” You mumble, walking off.
You stop at the end of the aisle, realizing that it’s some sort of juice. The bottles have ballooned out. Probably fermented. You drop your backpack to the floor. Picking one up, you sigh. There is no way they are safe to drink.
You hear footsteps, and before you can react, it’s too late. You try to whip yourself around, but someone grabs hold of you. The reality of the situation sinks in as you feel large skinny hands pressing your arms in against your body, something cold pushing against your neck… It’s a knife… your own has fallen to the floor. You must have dropped it when you got grabbed… shit.
The knife burns against your throat, blood dripping from a shallow cut where it had pushed through your skin.
“Lissen! If you want your girlfriend here to live, you give me your supplies!”. Jungkook's eyes linger on you for a moment before he slowly starts to let his backpack slide off his shoulder. A silent understanding passes between you two.
“I’m going to take this off my back, then I’ll hand it to you, and you let her go. Ok?” He says, slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
His head goes quiet as his focus sharpens, blocking out the sound of his pounding heart. There is no room for mistakes here.
“If you kill her, our people won’t be happy…” Jungkook starts, walking slowly towards you. You recognize the look in his eyes… it almost scares you. You know it’s the man next to you he’s looking at, and you are glad you're not him.
“Oh, your people? That old man and the skinny guy, a bit older than you? That’s who you are threatening me with?”. It dawns on you that you have been followed.
Jungkook’s eyes dart to meet yours only for a second. But the stranger notices. “They should be dead by now, so why don’t you-”. The man never finishes his sentence.
The moment he’s within reach, Jungkook jolts forward, pushing his hand up between the blade of the knife and your neck, getting his palm cut as the stranger attempts to slit your throat.
Jongkook continues his momentum forward, pushing the man to the floor as they both go down. He wrestles the knife out of the stranger's hands instantly, turning it around on him, slicing his throat with his own knife. Just like he almost did to you. He stabs it into his heart for good measure. The man instantly goes limp; no need to make anyone suffer, no matter how tempting that feels right now. He almost slit your throat... Jungkook's eyes are wide.
It is all over in a silent instant. There's a moment of adrenaline-filled, continued silence that follows as Jongkook looks at his hands, dropping the blood-covered knife.
“Y/n, are you ok?” he turns to you, worry written all over his face. You nod frantically, holding your throat, pointing down the hall.
Jungkook gets up on his feet, and you start running in the direction of the pharmacy as you drag your backpacks back onto your backs mid-sprint, hearts pounding.
As you close in, you hear muffled yelling. You and Jungkook stop dead in your tracks, listening. There are clearly multiple unknown male voices, but among them, there’s your dad.
You sneak closer to the storefront, carefully peaking your head around the corner. Your dad makes eye contact, but pretends not to see you.
There's a man with a gun who is screaming at your dad. You’re frozen, not understanding a single word that’s being yelled as you realize… Multiple armed men are cornering your dad and Jungkook's brother.
Guled in place halfway behind the door, you just stand there- staring. But your slow-motion world is quickly and brutally sped up to high speed, leaving you behind.
Your dad screams at you to run. Abruptly, Jungkook's hand swipes up to the side of your face, covering it, getting his blood all over you, turning your head away just in time. A shot rings out. The sound of your dad's body hitting the floor feels like it’s coming from underwater.
You are being dragged away, your feet starting to move on their own. Another shot, another thud. You hear screaming. It’s you, barely audible eaven though the pressure feels like it will explode your lungs.
The taste of blood in your mouth is strong. Is it from running so hard? Are you shot? You can’t feel your body. Only burning from running. You sprint out of the mall, heading down a narrow alleyway.
You don’t think Jungkook knows where you are going as he drags you away, feet moving faster than you thought they could. Turning a corner, he sees the start of a forest. Right, the mountains…
He beelines it, not letting go of your hand as your bodies disappear between trees.
Finally, you whip your head around. No one seems to be following you. Where’s Jungkook’s brother? Your dad is dead.
Your knees hit the ground as you fall, but you instantly get dragged up again. You hear Jungkook's frantic voice, but don’t catch anything of what he’s saying. Ears ringing. You’re in shock. Just like that, you went from five to four, then two… in less than a week. Three years ago, you were 12…
The pace of your running finally slows down, turning into fast walking. Putting distance between you and the others is a priority. Jungkook starts to feel an aching sensation in his hand as he slowly regains feeling in his body, having also gon numb.
He holds it up to his chest, higher than his heart, pressing it into the opposite shoulder, trying to control the bleeding.
You eventually reach a river with running water and a big boulder next to it. The sun stays up late this time of the year, but you need to patch up and rest. There's a high density of trees here as well, perfect.
You both drop down on the riverside, sitting there, panting. Jungkook dips his hand in the water, shaking it lightly, wincing as the wound stings. He pats his hand dry and wraps it tightly with some of the last bandages he has left. It will leave a scar, but it should be ok.
He looks over at you, seeing how you are just sitting there, staring into the distance. “Y/n…” He says sofly, gently touching your shoulder. Half your face is covered in blood from his hand when he turned your head away, sparing you from witnessing-
“I think they killed them both…” You choke out, and Jungkook closes his eyes. "Executed," he thinks, but keeps that thought to himself. “...They did,” he says instead. You feel like you can scream and cry, but your eyes stay dry.
He pulls out a t-shirt from his backpack, dipping the corner into the river, bringing it to your face. He gently starts wiping the blood away, and you realize where the intense metal taste comes from.
You do what you do best: survive. Taking inventory of what you have, having lost a lot more than just your family, but all the things they had with them as well. Luckily, Jungkook has the tent he and his brother used. A compact tent meant for two people, and you have most of the food. You haven't shared a tent since you were young, having sleepovers of sorts. But sleeping alone now that there are just the two of you seems unsafe anyway, not to mention the hassle of unnecessarily bringing an extra tent.
You know the time ahead will be hard, but looking at his face, you know you will survive this.
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Present day
“We should make the strawberries into jam? Then we can bring it with us more easily, and we can have something to put on those damn bread-like pancake things we make.” Jungkook suggests, and you agree.
“Yeah… they need something, that’s for sure!” You both chuckle. Life nowadays is so simple, yet hard. It all feels so mundane, until it doesn’t. It usually goes bad with little warning. But yesterday, that was different. That felt fun.
You stand up, cutting off your thoughts. Don’t think about it, you’ll just freak out when you look at Jungkook. Not thinking about how he felt in your hand is hard enough, not to mention his hands.
You look at them as he holds his cup of newly poured coffee. They feel slightly rough, you know they do. You focus on his knuckles and veins. His fingertips are a bit red from the warmth of the cup. You wonder how hands can be so sexy… You shouldn’t engage the thoughts; you have to stop.
“If we're going to make jam, we'll need a lot more berries,” you ponder. “Then we have something to do the rest of the day.” Jungkook shrugs, happy to do something physical to get his mind out of yesterday's events.
“We have everything we need, right?” You look at him, mentally going over the small inventory of ingredients you bring with you to distract yourself.
It’s mostly grains like flour, rice, some canned food, some spices… things that don’t go bad easily with time. Everything else, you have to make on the go.
“Hmm… Water to boil, I think we have enough sugar… and I got some lemon concentrate drops from the party store. I think it’s made for drinks, but it should still work to thicken and preserve the jam. Most of our jars are empty, right?”
You feel your heartbeat quicken just a little as he mentions the store, remembering his face when you first showed him the cards. “Jupp, I think we have four that are empty. And that lemon concentrate should work.”
“Let’s go then”. Jungkook gets right up and grabs a bucket, ready to get started. The tension makes sitting still uncomfortable. He hopes it goes away. Your bond is very strong after all. It probably just needs some time, and everything will go back to normal. But having what you shared yesterday slip into the past makes him sad.
Being a few years older than you, he had always felt like, in a sense, it was his job to protect your innocence. But you are both adults now, so it’s not like that matters anymore.
Still, the boundaries he has set feel like law. Was yesterday just a drunken mistake, or could it be more? Maybe you want him too? Yesterday, you did ask him to touch you… He needs to stop thinking in this way. You were drunk.
Yesterday, Jungkook felt so satisfied. He thought it would take longer before he would feel some sort of way again, but if anything, he somehow feels more horny than usual. He wants more of what he has finally gotten a taste of.
You follow Jungkook into the field. You only have one bucket; the other one is filled with berries from yesterday. So, you stand next to him. This is fine… everything is fine?
The afternoon sun hits his face, making his brown eyes slightly golden.
You find yourself staring at his lips, focusing on his piercing, and wondering how it would feel while kissing him.
You remember when he got it. Both of you have ear piercings, he more than you. You had picked up jewelry from an abandoned store in secret… Using needles to poke holes, to the adults' frustrations. Risking infection was really stupid these days. Percing his lip, though, that was definitely an intimate moment, in hindsight.
You always did it to each other, sneaking off so no one could intervene. You had put a piece of an apple on the inside of his lip to make sure you didn’t poke the inside of his mouth when you quickly pushed the needle through, replacing it with jewelry as fast as you could. By some miracle, it healed well, and he’s had it ever since.
A lump forms in your throat. Had you pushed him away yesterday? He was clearly reluctant at the start, but he was fully into it as you kept going, right? It seemed that way at least. You bite your lip as it flashes through your thoughts.
The way he was looking at you… You have always loved his voice, but hearing him moan while breathing heavily from your touch was just something else.
You remember aunt Jenna pulling you aside. Talking about how she knows you and Jungkook are close, but not wanting you to be alone together… You first thought it was because of the piercing shananegance, but she had asked something about whether he had touched you. You didn't understand what she meant. Thinking about it... that look he had in his eyes yesterday... You have definitely seen it before when you've been alone with him.
Now, you feel your face go beet red, realization hitting you like a truck. You feel so far behind. Did she really think you would get what she meant all those years ago… did he!?
Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, and it dawns on you that you are staring at his face. “Everything ok?” he smiles, cheeks just as red as yours. You recoil back, just a bit.
“Yes! Sorry”. You look down at the strawberry plants, making sure to turn your face away from him as it burns in embarrassment.
…Good… it would definitely feel good to kiss him.
“I think half of this bucket is enough together with the rest, given that we have four jars?” he ponders, and you nod a little too intently.
“Yes”.
Walking the short distance back to the tent, you are surprised at how much you just want to lie around and relax. Tomorrow will probably contain a lot of walking.
“Should we just get ready for bed once we are done with this?” you ask as you start to put water in the one pot that you own. “Why not? We’ll probably need the sleep for tomorrow,” Jongkook mumbles.
He feels so on and off today, distant. Hopefully, he’s not mad about what happened.
The jam is luckily easy and quick to make, and the sun has not eaven set yet as you fill the last jar halfway full. “Well, it is almost four jars with jam.” You state as Jungkook puts the lid on.
You take flour and mix it with water, yeast from a packet, salt, and oil. You let it cook at the bottom of the pot, the same one you used to make jam. It is the only one you have, after all. Turning it around to cook on the other side as well, you turn to Jungkook, happy that you've managed to get it to rise a bit.
Jungkook breaks the bread/ pancake thing in half and puts jam on it. It helps when it’s warm. It makes it taste slightly better. You take a bite, tilting your head.
“The jam is definitely an improvement… but you can definitely taste the lemon!” Jungkook laughs. You have to agree with him. It’s not terrible. You have made both way worse and boring foods while traveling before.
Thoughts of yesterday keep spinning in Jungkook's head as he gets ready for bed. The walls he has built to hide his feelings towards you are still up, but he feels like there are huge holes in them… And there is definitely something off about you two today. He’s sure you can feel it too.
He has to talk to you… or maybe…
Almost ready to sleep, on top of his sleeping bag, he halts when lying down. Jungkook looks at you as he props himself up on his elbows, wondering if he’s making yet another mistake.
You look up at him from your sleeping bag, all tucked in, furrowing your brows. “What?”
“Lissen,” he begins to speak, sharply inhaling through his nose. “I woke up so late today, I’m not tired yet at all… are you?” He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer.
“I guess not”, you say. It’s not like you have been awake for that many hours. But what is he on about? You can tell he’s thinking of something. And what’s with that face?
Jungkook tries, but backs down. “You still have that book?” he says, pressing his lips together. “Yeah? You want to reread it?”
“Mhm,” he nods. You hand it to him, and he feels his body getting hot as his hand comes in contact with yours. Jungkook opens it, staring at a page, not really reading. Trying to suppress his needs.
You keep looking at him for a while before closing your eyes. It’s not like the dim light will keep you awake anyway, if you can get sleepy, that is.
Finally, Jungkook gets some courage back. He closes the book, flipping over on his stomach. All the thoughts that keep going through his head are making his cock hard.
He’s done.
He keeps trying to make you comfortable. He’s just going to do what he wants and let you tell him if you don’t like it. That’s how he goes about everything else, after all. It’s not like you wouldn't just tell him no; he’ll just ask. And yesterday, you didn’t stop things. That was him, for your sake, but was it really? Or was he just scared?
Jungkook looks over at the backpack, the game of truth or dare still lying right next to it, yellow and red cards still in the plastic. He wants yesterday to continue. No, he needs it. He's burning up.
“I’m bored,” he states. You open your eyes and turn to face him.
“Book’s not good?”
“Nope”.
Silence fills the room. You turn over to find out what he’s looking at, and your heart jumps. Is he thinking about it?
“Why don’t we continue to play that game? Or did you bring something else?” he tries to play it off cool, as if his cock isn't acting.
You shake your head slowly. He wants to continue?
“We are out of the green ones-” you start.
“We can do the yellow ones.”
You can tell it’s not a question. You scoot yourself up into a sitting position inside your sleeping bag, eyeing him carefully.
“I thought you said the yellow ones would kill you,” you tease, trying to ease the sudden tension. But remembering his flustered state yesterday, your cheeks are turning slightly pink.
“Lest’s find out.” he deadpans as he throws his head back to get his hair out of his face, and you start thinking that it’s not him that’s about to die, it’s you.
“You can start with asking me this time, that’s only fair, right?” Jungkook smiles at you, but it’s far from innocent. What has gotten into him?
“And let’s just forget the alcohol, ok? We’ll just ask each other.” He looks at you intently, waiting, seeing if you’ll go along.
“ok”
Your voice comes out small, but it’s enough to lift the weight off his shoulders.
“Good girl”.
He grabs the cards, ripping the plastic open, and hands you one. You sit there, holding it, baffled.
“...Jungkook, are you… flirting with me?” You half laugh out of nervousness, but he just raises an eyebrow.
“Ask me.”
You gulp. This is a Jungkook you are not used to, at least not in this context. But you aren’t used to him in this context at all, you realize.
Yesterday, all of his focus had gone to restraining himself, worrying. Now, he wants to enjoy this.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he answers, a smile playing on his lips. This is going just like he wants so far.
You read it: “Take two articles of clothes off”.
He ignores the maybe obvious choice of his socks and pulls off his t-shirt instead, trying to lessen the heat. Exposing his abs and broad shoulders.
Then, he sits up on his knees in front of you, undoing his pants, wanting you to see the state he's in, pulling them down, pausing slightly to let out a sigh of relief as his cock stops being pressed down by his pants, standing up, hard in his boxers.
You have to watch your expression so you don’t look like an idiot by the way you openly stare at his body, trying to avoid his crotch. But to be fair, he’s acting crazy all of a sudden. The tension in the air is suffocating, and you are absolutely shocked.
“Jungkook!” you squeak, heart pounding, seeing him barely in clothes like this.
“What?” he says while looking down at you, t-shirt still in hand, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. That same look on his face that usually appears when he wins an argument.
“Uh… n- nothing, I guess,” you stammer, deciding to look at the cards. Your body burns. You can't believe he actually looks like that.
You feel like you just had some sort of revelation, but your brain is malfunctioning.
Jungkook sits down and stretches out his legs, ending up with his feet on either side of you, acting way too bold. So damn cocky, he can barely handle himself. You forget how to breathe properly.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, enjoying observing how he’s affecting you.
“I-”
You feel dizzy.
“I think it will be truth for me…” You feel weirdly naked, regretting that you had taken off most of your clothes because you thought you’d be sleeping… Forgoing your pajamas because you felt too warm. But now, you have somehow ended up in a similar situation to yesterday, in a t-shirt and panties, eaven though it was Jungkook who had gotten a dare to take his clothes off. At least you’re in your sleeping bag.
“Have you ever had a wet dream about someone you shouldn’t have?” Jungkook scrunches his nose, looking displeased.
“You know what-” he starts before you can answer. “Let’s just do dares.”
“Just dares?” you question. “...I don’t see why not.” You go along with his ideas like you usually do. Although usually we are talking about hair dye, piercings, stuff like that. You wonder what he’s up to now. You really want to find out.
He looks down, reading the dare next to the truth he just discarded. “Lick cream off another player's fingers while moaning and staring into their eyes.” Jungkook reads the dare fast. You stare at each other.
This is definitely pushing things further than yesterday, starting with these things. Doing something like that to him seems weirdly intimate. The atmosphere in the tent has definitely shifted. Jungkook feels nervous, but sticks to his plan.
He looks to his side. He does not have cream, but there are some crushed strawberries left in the bucket that he brought into the tent for the night… having felt too lazy to go and wash it in the river straight away.
He dips his fingers into them, looking at you.
“I dare you,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows in that silly way he knows makes you annoyed. Inside, though, he’s questioning his sanity… or his entire identity at this point, to be honest. But it pays off.
You get on your knees and crawl over. Jungkook is not eaven registering the way he is looking at you as you get closer, eyelids heavy while leaning his head back slightly. You are so unbelievably sexy to him.
You grab his hand with both of yours, nervously laughing as you test, dipping your tongue onto his fingers.
You look up to meet his gaze. The eye contact feels so intense. He looks a bit like he has a fever, you note. Trying to make some noise as you work at getting his fingers clean. You can tell his breath is getting caught in his throat as he accidentally lets out a few wimpers.
Every lick feels so good, even though it’s just his fingers; your mouth is on him, and he loves that.
There is a spot on his index finger that would cause you to twist his hand uncomfortably to get it clean, so you decide to dip the digit into your mouth, sucking the juice from the strawberries off.
Jungkook jolts slightly, eyes becoming fully open again, bewildered as his breath gets more shaky, shifting his hips up ever so slightly. The look on his face makes the corners of your mouth pull up a bit, tightening your lips around his finger, humming around it.
The warmth from your mouth feels good, and he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like on his cock.
Is he losing his mind? On second thought, he’s pretty sure he did that a while ago.
You let his finger pop out of your mouth, and the silence that follows is deafening. He's stunned.
You bend forward to pick up the cards and accidentally give Jungkook a new view. He lets out a sound you can only describe as a short, choked moan. Your eyes dart back up to him, and you see where he is looking, down your t-shirt.
You feel yourself getting wet, and you press your thighs together. Seeing him like this is definitely something you could get used to… It’s addictive.
“Truth or dear?”
“Yeah…? As I said, dear?” he whispers, his mind all hazy. He holds his body back, despite telling himself he wasn’t going to do that. He is still unsure what he would do to you, so going through the cards like this will have to work.
“Kiss the neck of the person you find most attractive in the room for five minutes,” you read softly. He looks at you with inquiring eyes, “Is it ok?” not sure if he is asking you or himself. “If you think so…” you trail off as he sits all the way up.
He surprises you both as he quickly grabs your shoulders, leaning in, dragging you up on your knees. He asked, you did not say no. So why force himself to stop when he wants nothing more than this?
Despite his sudden movement, his lips gently meet your neck, and you close your eyes. He places butterfly kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, where he meets your t-shirt, reluctantly stopping himself.
His lips feel soft and warm in contrast to his piercing, the metal hard and cold against the sensitive skin on your neck as he drags his lips against you. You’re getting goosebumps.
An insane hunger-like feeling for you is building in him, making him groan in frustration. His kisses get more intense as he starts making out with your neck, completely losing himself.
You grab his biceps to try to ground yourself in reality, and not float away from the feeling. But the feeling of his muscles under your fingers just makes it worse. You feel painfully empty as your pussy starts throbbing, but you have no capacity to process that as he’s sucking on your neck. You gasp out as he gently bites you, and your head falls back.
It takes everything in him not to pull you onto his body. Jungkook wants that so bad, feeling you close. Heat radiates off him.
No one is counting, but he suddenly pulls back, arms falling to the sides of his body.
You sink down again as he lets you go. Pulling your knees to your chest to sort of hold yourself. You open your eyes. The last thought that goes through your head is that you want to kiss him so bad, feeling all that against your lips as well, while you drown in the heat of his body.
Your eyes land on how rock hard he is in his boxers. You had tried not to think about it, that feels like the polite thing to do... but now it is literally right in front of your face for a few seconds.
He also sits back down and stretches his legs out again, so he sits down in that same position, his feet on both sides of you again.
You look closer at him. His heart is visibly beating through his chest, his breath and eyes heavy from lust. You suddenly feel very, very shy, bringing your feet together.
“… do you want to continue?”
Your voice comes out sounding timid.
“Honestly? I want to continue,” he confesses breathlessly.
“Come on, I dare you,” he says, obviously impatient.
“Ok, dare”.
He picks up another yellow card, “I dare you to bend over and let me spank you?” It comes out as a question. He’s slightly confused, but likes the thought.
There’s no need to ask twice. You honestly want to do whatever he asks right now, whether the request is from a card or not. Feeling like you’re learning eaven more about him through his actions than you did through his words. You need to know everything.
You crawl onto his lap and lie down on his thighs, positioning your butt in front of him. All sorts of feelings rush through Jungkook's body as he rests his hand on your butt, before carefully slapping you.
You let out a little moan, taken aback at how you can feel the vibrations inside you. That’s all he needs. He grabs one of your ass cheeks and starts kneading it shamelessly with his hand as he begins to slowly and rhythmically slap and knead the other, switching it up.
You feel yourself coming apart and becoming a moaning mess, every touch becoming hypnotic. Loving that he’s getting rougher with you, getting carried away, slapping you harder.
From how you are lying, he can see how wet you are and how it has completely soaked you. Can all that really be because of him?
He can’t help but let his fingers glide over and start massaging that part as well. Bucking his hips up into your stomach next to your belly button, desperate for friction, feeling how precum is coating his tip.
You gasp in shock and pleasure as he touches you. “Jungkook, please-” you cry out, grabbing onto his t-shirt that you find on the floor as he keeps going. His finger finds your clit through the fabric, rubbing it.
He abandons your ass that's covered in his handprints to grab your hair, cause that’s what he feels like doing. Jungkook closes his eyes, breaking out into a slight sweat. Everything about you is so soft.
He’s pretty sure you were just begging for him… Is he sure he didn’t mishear that? He can tell it’s almost too late to stop. Actually, there is no way he can stop now. He can’t control his breath anymore, let alone his urges.
“Ahh… I need you,” he sighs out, volume all over the place. He grabs your waist and pulls you up onto his lap, pressing your bodies together, wrapping his arms around you.
Your lips immediately find his in a heated kiss. It is clumsy at first, but you don’t eaven notice, too focused on the way he tastes, the way he feels, strong arms around you, soft lips with hard metal, his hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh.
You grab a fistful of his thick hair, and Jungkook holds your chin, forcing your mouth open. He starts sucking on your tongue. You are so confused, but it feels so good as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, and you return the favor, sucking on his tongue as he groans repeatedly against your mouth. Every sensation is like a shockwave.
He's slapping his hands against your ass again, causing you to rock on his lap. He reacts by grabbing onto your hip bones so hard it’s sure to leave bruises, but you don’t care.
He flips you over and starts to grind his hips down onto yours, not knowing exactly what he is doing, just letting his body lead. His head’s not working anyway, game of truth or dare long forgotten.
Hot waves of pleasure are driving him forward, keeping him grinding into you as you moan loudly into each other's mouths, bodies tensing, hands going everywhere.
Your underwear and his boxers are the only things stopping him from fucking you at this point, as he thrusts against your clothed pussy. His hands run up and down your body before letting them slide under your t-shirt. It bunches up under your arms as he starts to massage your boobs with both hands. Your body feels like it’s in heaven.
He breaks the kiss and lets his head fall into the crook of your neck. Jungkook still can’t control his breath, and he feels so, so dizzy, letting his mouth give sloppy kisses against your neck, fixating on your scar. No one is taking you from him.
He keeps rubbing his hard cock against that sensitive spot, and your hips buckle up to meet his, finding a rhythm. The tension in you is building, sharp pleasure washes through you as you clench around nothing, wanting him more, wrapping your thighs around him. He grabs the fabric of the sleeping bag under you, trying to steady himself.
This is too much. He collapses on top of you. Long, drawn-out, deep moans rasping through his throat. That tight feeling in his balls, hard, hard throbbing at the base of his cock as he desperately keeps thrusting against you, feeling blood pumping through his entire body.
You just watch as he pulls back slightly, reaching his hand down, pulling his boxers to the side. Your eyes go wide as he completely exposes himself to you, starting to slide his hand up and down his length fast as he reaches the edge, needing something- you, around his cock, now.
“Touch me,” he breathes between inelible sounds, pressing his cock down onto the soft skin over your panties, rubbing it against you. He grabs your hand, guiding it as he rides through his orgasm. Cum bursts out of him, spilling over your stomach as he tenses up so hard his body jerks over you.
You close your mouth as soon as you notice that it's hanging slightly open and look up at Jungkook’s face in awe. His eyes are closed, and he is shaking.
You gently guide him down next to you as he continues to let out shaky, heavy breaths.
“I’m so sorry,” he manages to say eventually, covering his mouth, mumbling through his fingers.
“I let myself get carried away”.
“Why on earth would you be sorry, Koo?” You say sincerely, using his nickname for the first time in a long while, trying to process what you just witnessed.
Jungkook does not have an answer. You lie there for a little bit, feeling how your body is still so sensitive, yearning for him after things abruptly stopped.
“Do you forgive me?”
He does not look at you.
“Jungkook, what the hell do you mean?” You sit up, pulling his hand from his face to see him fully. You're getting scared.
“I don’t know y/n! Friends don’t kiss like that!”.
Your heart drops.
“No… they don’t,” you say quietly, confused.
He finally meets your eyes, knowing he has to talk to you. Maybe he should have started with that? he feels like an idiot for ending up in this situation.
He feels like you’ve broken him, his body somehow still desperately horny, still hard. Your heart beats uncomfortably in your chest as you realize he has tears in his eyes.
“Lissen- This- all this. I want you, like this.” he gestures out into the air, looking desolate.
You just look at him.
“I never meant to mess things up, hell, I’ve been avoiding this for years!” he continues, voice getting louder as he goes.
“Jungkook, it’s ok-”
“I had convinced myself I could ignore it, but after yesterday, and what we just did-”
“Jongkook!” you yell, cutting him off.
He stares at you, and you recognize the look of loss in his eyes. After what he just did, what he felt… He knows he can never manage to be close to you again without this. After yesterday, maybe? But not now, and it’s killing him.
Your mind is scrambling.
“Look, after yesterday, I have started to realize I’ve been wanting you like this too. This damn game is the best thing I’ve ever found, if that’s why you decided this was ok!”. Your voice is rising now as well, desperate to convey your feelings.
You can’t stand the thought of him thinking, eaven for a second, that he’s destroyed your friendship… or maybe… he has?
“Jungkook, what am I to you?” You blink at him, trying to get him to the same realization you just had.
“I don’t know… I love-”
He stops, making eye contact again, but this time, it’s a lot softer.
“I just love you… I always have.”
You smile at him, leaning in, kissing him. A gentle, careful kiss. “I love you too,” you whisper against his lips.
You stare at each other for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
Jungkook pulls his boxers back on, and you look at your messy stomach. He grabs some wet wipes and starts to clean you as you look at him, lovingly. “You’re an idiot”.
“What?”
You chuckle as he keeps eying you, wondering if you offended him. “Does this mean you want to continue?”, the smirk coming back to his face. “Do you seriously want to continue now, after that?” You point at the wet wipes, and the smirk is fully back.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me, but yeah”.
“I love whatever’s wrong with you.”
This is starting to feel like normal again… better, actually. Jungkook is relieved. But weirdly enough, his body still absolutely isn’t.
“We could just drop the cards if you want?” you suggest, but he shakes his head. “I actually think it’s fun to do the dares,” And he feels like he needs the guidance, eaven though he's a fast learner…
You bite the inside of your cheek, looking at the few yellow cards that are left, but Jongkook picks up the red ones. He wants more, and he’s hoping these will give him just that.
He makes a hissing sound, struggling slightly to get them open, his hands not working properly. You smile at him, wondering if you should try, but you’d do no better right now.
Jungkook finally stops, taking a deep breath, and you both laugh again. Trying again, it finally opens.
“Whose turn is it?” you wonder out loud. None of you can remember. “I don’t know… Should I just start?” Jungkook smiles down at the cards, and you can't shake the comedic feeling left in your body.
“Are you in a hurry or something?”
He bites down on his lips and straightens his back, shaking his head. But then, he nods, laughing. “Apparently, I am.”, he lets the embarrassment wash over him, but instead of shutting down, he lets you in.
“Turn it around then!” you push him, and he looks at the first card. “Huh… for this round, choose a partner in the group”. He furrows his brows.
“Well, that’s easy enough…” You mumble.
“People did this in groups?!” Jungkook exclaims, and the laughter is back.
He throws the card away and looks at the one underneath it. “Challenge: Take your partner's top off with your teeth.” he whips his head up to look at you, and you know all seriousness has left the room.
Jungkook throws himself forward, crashing into you, and your back hits the sleeping bag. His hand is underneath your head to make sure you don’t hit it as you fall.
He nuzzles himself into you as you gasp, “Koo!”. He ignores you, dragging himself down your body, stopping at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.
“I-I thought that I should do that!? But-” you’re cut off.
He jokingly makes a loud biting sound as he bites down on the fabric of your t-shirt, jolting you as he does so, before he loses it. You feel the laughter erupting through your bodies as you squeal, feeling very ticklish.
You try to wrestle him off you, but he clings on. “Let me do it, let me do it!” he yells with his mouth full, and you rest your hand on his head. “Hoooo… ok,” you breathe, finally getting whatever the hell that was out of your system.
He starts dragging your t-shirt up, and you feel yourself tense a bit as he goes past your boobs. He leans in to them as he passes, seemingly trying to rub them onto his face, but you let it slide, lifting your arms to allow him to drag it completely off. He drops your t-shirt and looks down at you.
“Y/n… You’re beautiful…”
Jungkook goes to touch you, feeling drawn to the sight, but you stop him. “Hey, you said you want to do the dares, right?”. He curses at himself internally for a moment before he lets it go, sighing deeply as he feels into his body.
“Ok… but then it’s your turn. ”You give him a beaming smile, picking up a card and reading the dare.
“I dare you to kiss your chosen partners down there for 30 seconds, over clothes only”. Jungkook lets his eyes scan over you, and you feel completely naked eaven though you still have panties on.
“...Only over clothes?” his voice comes out dark as he pulls up and snaps the elastic of your underwear slightly against your skin, before placing his hands on both your knees. You suddenly feel very small as you lie in front of him, especially when he leans over you like that.
“Is that a problem?” you ask. He baffles you. He wants to rip the last of your clothes off right now, but he contains himself. “Noo.. I’ll play along”. He drags his words, making small circles on your knees with his thumbs.
“You be a good girl and open your knees for me?”
Everything is very serious all of a sudden. You force yourself to spread your legs like he told you to. Is this really happening? What is eaven happening? You want him to kiss you all over, but it feels intimidating.
Jungkook gets on all fours and lies down, head between your legs. He feels like toying with you… making you his.
“Ok, you count,” he commands, feeling his confidence returning, looking up at you from between your thighs. “Count?” you look back at him, heart pounding when seeing him between your legs. “Yes, 30 seconds… ready?”
He looks down at your soaked panties, tracing your lines with his eyes, wishing they were off. But, you're so wet he’ll get to taste you anyway. Out of all the things he’d imagined, he’d never thought of this.
You start counting, and Jungkook starts tracing your body again, but with his tongue this time. Bending over the area where you showed him your most sensitive, sucking on the fabric. You halt your counting for a second, a soft hum leaving your throat as you feel the warmth of his lips through the fabric. His saliva mixes with your fluids, making everything wet.
Jungkook looks up at you again.
“Start over.”
He smiles at you sweetly, but he’s stern. You feel like you’re lost. “Whah- what?”. You don’t want him to stop, but you're also confused about how you’re supposed to keep counting like this; it feels too good.
You start anyway, and Jungkook dips his head down. Pulling fabric and your clit into his mouth, applying pressure with his tongue, moving it around. Remembering how it felt when you had sucked on his fingers and he had imagined it was his cock, feeling how it twitches in his boxers as he moves his mouth against you.
This isn't exactly kissing, but he figures it’s ok.
You get close, but lose count again, interrupted by your moans. He stops, keeping the pressure with his tongue as you pant, the sensation burning in the best way possible.
Jungkook just stares at you as your breath comes out heavy, trying to gather your thoughts again… but you can't. He does not move. You need him to move. Shakely, you start counting again, waiting for him to continue, but he pulls away.
You gasp as his warmth leaves you, and air hits the wet spot, making it icy cold. “...Jungkook?” you half moan, dazed. He gives you his hand, and you take it. He pulls you up. Trying to ignore how his cock is aching, throbbing, his skin is hypersensitive.
“There, 30 seconds”.
He feels arousal surge through his body as he sees your reaction, the way you’re clearly yearning for more. He bites his lip, stopping a moan from leaving his mouth.
“My turn again,” He smiles.
Are you sure you have not had any alcohol? You feel like you are drunk, or maybe high? You can't stop focusing on just how almost naked he is.
“Y/n I dare you to get naked and let- me inspect your body”.
Your eyes widen as you freeze up. Although you’re almost naked already, and not much is left to the imagination after what he just did, you still feel strange showing all of yourself to him.
You have basically known each other your whole lives. Unspoken boundaries are definitely hard to break, despite wanting to.
Jungkook makes it easy for you, gently hooking his fingers under the elastic of your panties. You let him take them off you, slowly wiggling them down. You sit there, legs closed, wondering how on earth it can feel good to be looked at by someone. But it does. Eaven his heavy breathing sounds good.
Jungkook pulls the hair away from your neck, sitting close to you, letting his fingers grace your scar… That’s the closest he’s ever come to losing you. Never again, he won't allow it.
He can see how nervous you are. It makes him weirdly proud that you are letting him do this… To hear you say that you love him too.
Fingers slide down, his feather-like touch feeling electric on your skin. He cups your boobs with his hands, gently lifting them up and down a bit, and you can’t help but smile at the way he is divoting all his attention to your body.
He continues to your waist, and you notice he seems to be taking note of every beauty mark he comes across on his way. You let him open your legs back up, holding your breath as he does so.
Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back for a second before letting them fall on you again as he lets out a barely audible groan.
“That’s pretty,” he states breathlessly. You furrow your brows. Pretty is not exactly how you would describe that part of your body, but you believe him.
His movements are still slow and gentle, but slightly jerky. He is forcing himself to go slow, and it’s becoming harder by the second. The need to press his body against yours again becomes overwhelming.
“Haaa…” he sighs out, placing his hands back on his own thighs for a second. Reaching back out, he gently spreads your lips, studying your anatomy. Not understanding how his gentle touches can feel so intense.
“Are you… ok?” you ask, seeing the strain on his face. “Yeah… I just- … I’m so fucking hard,” he lets out a small chuckle as he laughs at himself, chewing lightly on his lip. You feel the muscles in your vagina clenching, wanting to touch him as well.
“Let’s continue then?” You fumble with the cards when picking them up, heat radiating off your body as you feel his fingers on you.
“Do that again?”
“What?”
He stares at your hole, amazed at how it just contracted slightly. He wonders if-
“Let's continue the game… koo?” you gulp, the man in front of you is looking like he’s about to devour you.
“Ok, one more… we’ll do one more…” He whispers, more to himself than you.
He lifts his face, and your breath gets caught in your throat as your eyes meet his lustful gaze. “Um… let’s see…” You squint at the card, finding it hard to string the written sentence together.
“Challenge: I dare you to insert as many fingers into your chosen partner as possible.”
… “Inset?”
You feel your heart beat, the thought of having his fingers inside you is somehow very appealing.
“...Will you let me, please?” Jungkook’s voice comes out emotionless, but you can tell he’s anything but that.
“Yeah… try”. You tense up a bit in anticipation, wondering how it’ll feel.
He slowly puts pressure against you with his index finger, and you gasp as it pushes inside you. It doesn't hurt, but it feels very foreign in a good way, your muscles trying to adjust.
Jungkook keeps a close eye on your face as he carefully inserts another finger, loving how warm, wet, and tight you feel around his fingers.
You start to relax, and he goes to insert yet another, pulling out a bit to be able to push the third finger in. You whimper slightly in pleasure, feeling how his fingers slide back and forward. Jungkook notices immediately, keeping the slow motion going.
“Does that feel good?”
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a moan. You nod your head instead.
He feels so far away.
You grab his shoulder and try to pull him over you.
He comes up, hovering over you, hand still reaching down between your legs, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. His hair falls forward, tickling your nose.
He inserts yet another finger, and you tense, a slight stinging sensation lingering for a short moment, but it feels so good you don’t eaven care.
“Are you ok?”
He’s scared he just hurt you, but you don’t answer. The pleasure from his fingers stretching you out, rubbing against your walls, it’s making you grab on to his shoulders, and he understands it’s not pain you're feeling.
Jungkook’s mind starts to go blank. He kisses you, being way rougher than he intended. Groaning against your mouth, letting his fingers slide out of you as they find their way around your waist.
He falls down on you. You moan against his lips, loving the weight of him on top of you, pulling at his hair.
Jungkook's so frustrated at the feeling of the fabric of his boxers as he grinds his cock against you, his body feeling neglected.
“Y/n-” he tries, stopping to breathe.
You look up at him, desperation in both your eyes as you run your hands up and down his back.
Gently, you let one arm glide around as you gently start to massage his cock through his boxers. Thinking it’s only fair you get to touch him too. Jungkook moans, biting his teeth together… trying to speak again.
“Y/n- I want my cock inside you… I want to be in you-”
You grab his face, pressing your lips onto his again, deepening the kiss as you start to pull his boxers off.
This feels so right.
You lose track of them when you have gotten them down to his thighs somewhere.
He bites on your bottom lip, pulling it, letting your tongues dance together. You wrap your legs around him as you feel his cock rubbing and pushing against your entrance, bucking your hips to meet his. You feel so empty, reaching down to align him against you. You need him.
“Jungkook! mmm… ahhh- haa…” You cry out as you feel yourself stretch around him as he’s slowly filling you completely. Placing light kisses against your earlobe, he stops, taking in how you feel, choking on his breath.
He lifts himself up on his elbows, breathing slow and heavy as he looks into your eyes. You hold on to his shoulders, adjusting. Maintaining eye contact, Jungkook tries to move.
His hips thrust into you involuntarily as the pleasure hits him. You both gasp, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. His eyes widen as he looks at you, painfully stopping himself from doing it again, and again.
“That felt good,” You choke out, slight pain mixing with the pleasure, moving your hips gently against him as he stays still. His breath gets shaky, starting to gently thrust in and out of you. Feeling how you wrap around him… remembering something.
He sits back as he reaches his hand down to touch your clit, groaning as you immediately tighten around him. The sensation of his hand playing with you while his cock is inside is quickly making you lose control over your body, shaking and twisting under him. Moaning his name.
Jungkook starts getting eaven more vocal as well while he picks up his pace, and you see stars as this all becomes so good, getting hit by your orgasm as you look up at him, seeing his face filled with pleasure like that.
Your walls flutter around him as you lose the ability to breathe, back arching, taking him deeper, feeling how liquids gush out of you, too lost to care. Cuming with his cock inside you has to be the best, most intense feeling you have ever felt.
Jungkook looks surprised as you try to sit up, with him still inside. But he lets you, meeting your lips in a heated kiss. You start pushing on his shoulder, trying to make him lie down.
He grants your wish, pulling you on top of him, holding on to your thighs as you immediately start to rock back and forward, riding him.
Your only wish in the world right now is to make him feel good, watching his face contort as you move, sweat visible on his temples. You don’t know what you're doing, but luckily, your hips move on their own as all you see, all you feel, is him.
“I’m ganna-ahh-” he’s cut off by his own moans, grabbing onto your hips, thrusting up into you roughly. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, his second orgasm of the day hitting way harder.
His entire lower stomach contracts as he empties himself inside you, the feeling of his hot cum making you squeeze around him, causing him to cry out. He holds you still, feeling overstimulated.
You let yourself relax as you lean down over him, letting him pull you into his arms. Jungkook lets out a deep sigh, all the tension in his body finally gone. You snuggle into his neck, feeling how his heart beats underneath his skin.
It happened so quickly, so intensely, that as you lay on him, you are just trying to process it all now that your head’s a bit clearer. The warmth from him and his arms around you make you feel so safe, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
Jungkook rolls you over on your side, and he slips out of you, cum dripping down your thighs. He’s on it immediately, and you’re really happy you found those wet wipes.
As he’s cleaning up, you realize that this changes nothing, but everything at the same time.
Curling up together, he smiles, “You know… I’ve been missing this,”. He breathes in the scent of your hair as he rubs your back gently, your face hidden against his chest. “Mmm,” you hum, a tear finally running down your cheek.
Pairing/ Characters: Jungkook X female reader. Slight age gap (early and mid-20s). 💜The characters in my stories are fictional and do not reflect real people!💜
Grene: Smut, post-apocalyptic world, fluff, slight angst, truth or dare.
Warnings: Smut, nsfw, mature, 18+, language, brief mention of death and grief, alcohol, slight angst, sexual tension, masturbation, handjob, fingering.
Song recommendation: Sugar! Honey! Love! by Kali Uchis, and Words by Zara Larsson.
Summary: The world as we know it has ended. Y/n and Jungkook grew up close, but never learned about sex and are very oblivious eaven into adulthood. (more so y/n). You find a game of dirty truth or dare and decide to play for your 21st birthday. Because that’s what friends do, right?
This is basically just very sexually frustrated and horny, haha.
A/n: This is the first time I have posted something, so I would love some feedback. Just completed part 2 - I dare you.
Also! English is not my native language. This is the first time I’ve written something in years, and my first smut. So please excuse any mistakes!💜
You were so young when it all happened, the war that ended everything. You don’t even remember what the world used to be like, other than glimpses of birthdays, play, and time with your siblings. But it is all hazy now.
The group you were with when the world seemingly ended used to be large, but things happen, and people passed away. In the end, it was only you, your dad, a lady named Jenna, and this other family. They had a boy who was just a few years older than you. It was nice to have someone to play with, and you and Jungkook got along great. That is, until you turned 13.
It’s not that you've grown apart or anything, but life's struggles seem to be taking a toll on both of you. Jungkook has become a bit more shy and closed off, but still your close friend.
Then, there was the incident two months ago. It is just you and Jungkook now. How you have gotten so lucky to survive sickness, accidents, and the random brutality that is part of surviving in this world you do not know, but you feel it is both your biggest gift and a horrible curse.
You rarely encounter other people, and most of the time, you have learned that it is for the best. You often wonder how many humans are left. Your group escaped populated areas and went as remote as possible for safety. The plan is to keep it that way. After all, somehow, it’s not so bad when it’s just you and Jungkook.
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The morning sun penetrates through the fabric of your tent and hits your eyes. You scrunch your nose and pull your warm sleeping bag over your head, wanting sweet sleep for just a tiny bit longer. Then, the smell of coffee hits your nose.
Flipping the fabric off your body, you sit up and rub your eyes. They focus on a small piece of paper to your side. You pick it up and squint, “Happy 21st birthday!”. A smile spreads on your dry lips as you look over to see an empty sleeping bag next to yours.
“Jungkook~ Are you making coffee?” you croak, and clear your voice just as you hear him from outside the tent. “You bet I am!”.
Sliding up the zipper of the tent, you duck and step out into the morning sun, still in your thin pajamas. The air hitting your skin blends with the scent of coffee, making the tiny hairs on your body stand up.
You sit down on the mat next to Jungkook in front of the small campfire he made some time before you woke up, half-heartedly pulling a wool blanket over your shoulders. It’s slightly cold… You had forgotten it outside the night before… You need to stop doing that. Luckily, the morning sky is clear.
Jungkook hands you a cup of hot coffee. It hovers for a few seconds before your brain catches up. “The small pleasures in life.” you nod. Grabbing the cup, you let your fingers run over it. Its warmth gives you comfort eaven before you take a sip, turning your fingertips pink.
Jungkook can’t help but smile as he sees the way you have messed up your braid while sleeping, melting into your cup of coffee.
At times like this, he is happy he tends to wake up before you. He falls asleep after you as well, seemingly not needing as much sleep as you do. Maybe because of the nightmares that plague you so often? Jungkook enjoys sleeping. It’s not that. But being up is simply time better spent, in his opinion.
His eyes subconsciously drift down to your chest, only covered by your pajama shirt. A bad habit he can’t seem to shake. They dart away before you notice, and you assume the slight flush on his cheeks as he sits there seemingly lost in thought is from the hot coffee he’s been drinking. You take a big sip from your cup, enjoying the quiet morning in comfortable silence… Only interrupted by birds chirping now and then.
Jungkook puts out the small campfire so the smoke won't give away your location for too long, just in case. Stomping on it before plopping back down next to you.
“Have you eaten yet?” you ask between sips. Jungkook shakes his head, “Hungry?”, “Mhm…” You nod.
It is impossible for you not to notice the muscles in his arms when he reaches over you to grab some food. Whatever your brain has been up to these last few years, you wonder when you will get it to obey you again.
Jungkook has started exercising a lot in addition to all the physical work both of you do weekly, and it is showing. Your heart skips a beat, and you question if you have been drinking your coffee too fast, given how hot you're suddenly getting.
As the two of you share a can of soup, Jungkook looks at you, eyes shining slightly, and his back straightens. “Do you want to do something special, since it’s your birthday?”. You furrow your brows for a moment.
“Well… there is this one thing, since I’m 21 now…” You drag on. “What? You want alcohol?” he scoffs. “SO?” you whine. “Ok, ok,” he chuckles warmly.
“There is… like, a party store in the abandoned small town down the hill, if I remember correctly.”, “Perfect,” you reply. “So, when do we leave? The sun goes down early this time of year.”
Jungkook looks at you with a funny expression. “For being 21, you sure know how to be impatient like a child. But let's just go now, no need to sit around… maybe we’ll find some more supplies as well.” You laugh and get up to grab your backpack. “Yeah, I’ll throw on some clothes, then let's go”.
After pulling on a sports bra, white t-shirt, purple cardigan, jeans, boots, and a small walk later, you look around the store in awe. “They have so much stuff! This place was not raided at all”. You beam at the shelves full of god knows what, careful not to trip on the tiles that had started to peel up at the edges.
Injuries usually start because of stupid reasons like tripping in an old building, then before you know it, someone has a rusty nail sticking through the hand they caught themselves with … and then … “I guess people weren’t thinking of parties.” Jungkook mumbles, interrupting your thoughts.
Out of habit, the two of you look for and gather all the food and snacks that are still good before you continue to look around. “Y/N, look at this!” You walk over to Jungkook, kneeling next to him to read the mysterious packaging he found.
“Sour shots… strawberry and apple? Seems good to me”. Jungkook nods in approval as you stuff the boxes with individual tiny flasks in the backpack, getting excited.
Drifting to the shelf with games, your eyes settle on a box with three decks of cards. “Truth or dare”, you read, “Ready to get to know everything about your friends? This is just the right drinking game for you! Push boundaries with this dirty addition. Perfect for adult parties, crazy birthdays, or if you just want to get wild. There are three types of cards depending on how crazy you want to get: green, yellow, and red-” you mumble, a slight smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.
You stuff it in the bag, thinking this is just the type of thing a proper birthday needs. The box said that it is a drinking game, perfect. Besides, you do want to get to know Jungkook even better, if possible... Right?
You turn around to see him standing in the costume section. As you’re walking cheerfully over to him, you almost fall in surprise when he suddenly spins around, pressing his back to the small bags of costumes behind him, eyes wide.
“Oh y/n! You-you startled me!” a flush starting to appear on his face. “Sorry… you’re very jumpy today.” You half-laugh at how embarrassed he got, trying to get your own heart rate down.
He usually doesn’t scare easily. Maybe he's thinking about that day? “I’m ready to go when you are,” you smile, “Yeah, let's go!” he says, a bit too quickly. Placing his tense hand on your shoulder, he is more or less walking you out of the store.
Jungkook makes sure that you don’t look back. He doubts you would take it well if you knew he had spent way too long staring at pictures of half-naked wommen in sexy costumes, lace and stockings that were completely sheer in places clothes usually are not.
“Hey, do you ever think about them?” you say quietly as you leave the store. Jungkook looks down at you with a weak smile, shoulders hunched as his focus shifts. “Of course, and we talk about them all the time,” he exhales and turns his gaze up.
His statement was not meant to discourage the conversation, but rather to acknowledge the huge holes left in your lives.
The two of you start the trip back up to your camp. “It’s so hard not to think about it.” Your voice is now only a whisper, but he hears you. “I know, I think about it too”.
There is not much more to say, so you change the subject. Keep pushing as you always do. Both of you are no strangers to loss, it would be fair to say you have gon a bit numb to it. But now that it’s just the two of you, it hits a bit differently.
The chatter dies down eventually, and you fall into a comfortable silence. When you were children, you never shut up. But, in recent years, this silence has become a common occurrence.
Your eyes shift between Jungkook's broad shoulders moving slightly as he walks, and the blue sky over the hill. Just enjoying his presence, filling your lungs with fresh air. You're alive.
You remember a time when you were teenagers, coming out of a town, arguing about what puzzle to do first. The group had taken pity on you, and you and Jungkook had been given time to go pick out something to do during the long evening hours. The bookstore didn’t have a lot, but it had puzzles. Backpacks were filled, and they were eventually all finished.
The breeze is keeping you cool despite the sun. You know the temperature will drop once the sun sets. You have to remember to bring the blanket inside the tent tonight. That way, it can be warm for you in the morning.
“I think I heard someone say that alcohol helps with keeping you warm,” you say cheerfully, feet dragging through the grass. “Yeah?” Jungkook smiles. “I heard that too”. Jungkook has had alcohol before, but not this type, only low percentage stuff, really.
“Do you think we’ll have time to pick strawberries in the field before you get wasted?” he jokes, smile growing, making his nose scrunch. “I would like that, actually,” you perk up, going along with it, picking up your pace a bit as you see the top of the hill approaching.
Dropping your backpack next to the tent, you turn to look at the old strawberry field, starting only a few meters from the tent. It’s stretching far before ending at the start of a forest, hiding everything in its own little bubble. Needless to say, the camping spot is not random.
Jungkook walks past you. He’s wearing only a white t-shirt and cargo pants now, having left his jacket in the tent.
You let your eyes linger on him, the way his hair falls on his handsome face when bending down to gather the strawberries, just for a moment before you follow.
You start filling a bucket together, eating some along the way.
Exhaling, you lean your forehead against Jungkook's as you pinch a strawberry off the stem. “Trying to read my mind?" he jokes. “No, sorry, just tired…”. Your limbs are starting to get a bit heavy.
You stretch your arms high above your head and take the elastic out of your hair, letting it fall down past your shoulders. “How about I try to give you a haircut?”. You squint down at him, bunny smile wide on his face.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you and your diy hair saga-” “I think I do a good job at coloring hair!” Jungkook cuts you off. “Yeah, but I’m thinking I want it longer,” you smile. “And I just got rid of the last traces of color from last time”. He shrugs and puts a strawberry in his mouth. You kneel again and continue working.
Jungkook wonders if he should ask you if he can try to braid your hair, but he lets it go. You just let your hair down, after all. Honestly, he just likes contact.
When you were little, you used to curl up together in front of campfires, hide in the same sleeping bag during storms… When he started to get bigger and taller than you, you would sometimes jump on his back and let him carry you when you got tired of walking. But all that slowly stopped. He misses it. Eaven though it was he who had pulled away.
The sun starts to get low in the sky quicker than anticipated, and you look at him. “Aren’t you cold?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. “No,” he shakes his head, “but we should probably get inside now, before that becomes a problem.” You agree, excited for the evening plans. Remembering to grab that silly blanket on your way inside.
You both stop in front of the tent, taking turns washing your hands and face with soap and water from a bucket.
Sipping down the tent and turning on the little battery-powered light you had hung up, you frown. “We definitely need to find some new batteries,” you state as it fails to light the tent fully, giving everything a warm glow.
It’s just a two-person tent, but it’s big enough. Plenty of space for the sleeping bags, and you can sit up straight. But, the distance between the two of you is not too big, leaving just enough space for the bottles and- “So, you ready to start?” Jungkook looks at you as he gets the drinks out of the backpack.
“Jup.”
You pull out one of the tiny bottles and rip off the cap. You stare at it intently for a few seconds before you remember the cards.
You pull them out as well, and Jungkook looks at you with curious eyes. “I brought a game.” Your eyes meet, and you hand it over to him. He grabs it and starts reading, a surprised look growing on his face.
“Well…” he pulls out the green cards. “I guess we start with these then.”
It’s not like entertainment is easy to come by these days, so eaven though he's a bit unsure if it is a good idea, he figures this game will do.
“I get to ask you first, it’s my birthday!” You stretch your hand out, and Jungkook takes the flask from you, giving you the cards, forgetting to read the game rules. “This will be fun,” you think, excited to get to pick his brain.
Then, you notice the look on his face, and you take a deep breath. This is your idea, after all. “You know what, why don’t you ask me first?”.
You know Jongkook can get shy about secrets and such, so why don’t you break the ice? You smile, swapping the items again.
“Truth or dare?” he says with a raised eyebrow, pulling a card from the deck.
“Truth”.
He looks at the card and freezes up, immediately getting what it’s asking. “Um…” he starts, heat rising to his face. You tilt your head and wait, noticing his body language.
“... whe-when was the last time you-you- … p-played with yourself?”.
You furrow your brows. Why is he so nervous? His stammer eaven came out. Jungkook's eyes are glued to the card as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Jungkook's head, however, is now elsewhere.
He remembers the time many years ago when you caught him staring at your body while bathing in a creek, wearing a bikini. You were less comfortable with yourself then, and had been so embarrassed, so he learned to hide it. He tried not to do it, of course… Aunt Jenna had also noticed and gave him a short but stern talk.
Not to mention the time a few years ago he had a boner in the morning, and you saw… how confused, concerned, and curious you were.
The memory of your wide eyes as you looked at him had burned itself into his mind. He had snapped at you and asked you to mind your own business. It was not like him at all, but he felt it should be private.
Now, he has mastered the art of hiding all that stuff. But, he can not believe you saw it… just the thought of you seeing him like that is too much. It stirs up all sorts of conflicting feelings.
Still, he can’t help picturing your body when he sneaks off to touch him self. Which he also used to try to avoid. But the feeling building up is so intense, and it makes him desperate. He just can not help it. He always ended up breaking eventually.
Maybe it was better when you were shy about your body? He wants you to be comfortable, but it makes things so much harder for him. He just wants to… actually, he does not know exactly. He had pulled away, setting boundaries for himself.
Never in a million years had he thought he would ask you something like this.
“Played with myself?” you ask quietly as he slowly lifts his gaze. You are surprised at how hard he’s blushing. “Like, you know...” he starts again, eyes not fully meeting yours, trying to avoid aggravating the butterflies in his stomach. “touching yourself.” he swallows hard, curiosity pushing him to not throw the cards away in embarrassment.
Your unchanging expression and tilted head have him taking a deep, shaky breath. “...Down there?” he points, and your eyes go wide. “No. I mean, I don’t- why would I do that?” You fumble your words, his energy rubbing off on you. “Because… it feels good?” he states, suddenly feeling like he needs some alcohol.
“Oh,” you say, nodding slowly. It’s your turn to start blushing. It feels weird talking about this with him, but it sure is interesting.
“Do you?” you try, but he shakes his head. “That’s not my question.”
… “Why don’t we taste these?” he points at the bottles of alcohol, making you laugh a bit.
You look at the tiny bottle still in your hand, staring at it intently again for a few seconds before putting it to your lips and tilting your head all the way back. Intense coughing quickly follows as the alcohol hits your throat and burns its way into your stomach.
“Definitely warms, you try it,” you push out in between coughs as Jungkook laughs.
He follows your example and winces.
“Right?” you say, and he nods his head, eyes still closed.
“It’s good,” he swallows.
You take a couple more, trying out both flavors. Jungkook tries them as well, not feeling the burn as much anymore.
The tension in the room is easing. You can feel a slight buzz in your body, and looking over at Jungkook, you can see he looks very relaxed. Not wanting the evening to end yet, you remember the game.
“Your turn, truth or dare?”. You thought it was best to move on. “Um, I’ll do truth too,” he mumbles. You pull a card and turn it around, reading it out loud.
“Do you like it rough or gentle?” Once again, your face carries a confused expression, but you can swear Jungkook’s soul just left his body.
He’s not sure, but is this card asking what he thinks? Based on his reaction, you figure this card has a similar theme to the last one.
“A-a bit more … rough, I guess,” he stammers, grabbing the cards out of your hands as you look at him. But you don’t let him move on from that statement so easily, feeling like you’ve got your answer.
“So you do touch yourself?”
“ I-” Jungkook goes silent. What can he say that won't make you feel like he's weird?
“Well, it’s not like you’re usually gentle with yourself. So, I guess that’s not the weirdest thing in the world?” you ask.
The alcohol is making you think less about your words and their implications. Besides, it’s not like you fully get the topic at hand.
Jungkook's heart is beating in his ears. But, apparently, the alcohol is affecting him as well.
“You really don’t?” he asks. Wondering if it's possible that you really don't feel the same drive he does. You do, to some extent, of course. You just haven't thought to do anything about it.
“...no,” you say, quietly. “Guess I have a lot to learn, huh?”.
You swear Jungkook's eyes just got darker somehow... or maybe it's just the light? Anyway, you figure it's best to move on before he gets quiet again.
“Ask me?” you nudge.
“Truth or dare?”
He looks up while pulling a new green card and sees the heat in your face. The butterflies in his stomach are feeling like they are trying to tickle him to death.
You shift your position a bit, sitting on your knees. “I’ll try, dear.” You nod. You are starting to realize that something about this topic, with Jungkook… and the way he's acting... It’s making your body feel weird.
“Ok, umm,” he tilts his head nervously to the side and looks at his chosen card. “Remove your bra.” he says quietly. To his surprise, you comply, taking off your cardigan and dragging your bra off from underneath your t-shirt. Thinking a little more embarrassment can’t hurt. It’s not like you always wear a bra around him anyway. But your face burns as you can feel your nipples hard against your white t-shirt.
Jungkook can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, and his hands get a bit sweaty. Not knowing if it would be wrong to look in your direction or not, but he does. Intently letting his eyes rest on your face, not your body.
He can clearly see your boobs through the fabric. This is not good, but he wants to continue.
“Truth or dare, Jungkook”, you say as you down another shot. Feeling like you need it, suddenly. Jungkook also takes one, trying to stay calm and distract himself from the way his body is starting to tingle in that familiar way.
“Truth”.
“Well…” you look at the card, “What’s your favorite position?”. You look at each other, both a bit confused. “...I don’t know?” he shrugs, and you nod, accepting the answer.
“Truth for me too.” You look at the cards, and he takes one.
“Rate everyone in the room on a scale from one to ten, and tell them what the most attractive part of their body is”.
You hold your breath for a second, contemplating whether you should be honest. Would it be weird to tell your friend he’s hot?
“That’s... two questions…” You say, trying to buy some time.
“Just do the first one, then?” Jungkook suggests, suddenly anxious about what you will say, holding his breath without realizing.
“Um.. 10?” You just say it. You feel his eyes burn on you, but there’s nothing wrong with it! You convince yourself. He’s attractive, it’s just a fact!
Your body starts to betray you. The way he looks at you is making your heart beat between your legs. He lets out his breath, mindlessly using his tongue to fidget with his lip piercing. He's liking this.
You’re just happy he’s not making fun of you, though still a bit annoyed at his amused expression… but this new dark look is still in his eyes… and he’s staring at you.
“I’ll do dare” Jungkook interrupts your stream of consciousness, and you pull a card, all flustered. “Give us your best finishing sound”. You are left confused again, but Jungkook seems to get this one.
He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but no sound comes out. His eyes meet yours. “That's- that’s kind of embarrassing,” he finally chukkels lightly.
You furrow your brows. “Do you want to stop?” you ask, concerned. “No, no. It’s not that,” he protests, grabs a drink, and proceeds to down it.
“I… I can close my eyes?” you suggest, curiosity getting the best of you.
“Yeah, fuck it.” He breaths, taking you by surprise. Maybe your previous comment about his looks has given him some confidence?
You shut your eyes. And, after a couple of silent moments, Jungkook lets his breath go heavy. He’s letting out a low whine, followed by a couple of moans.
You are taken by surprise, feeling the sounds resonate throughout your entire body, into your bones. Intensifying the soft throbbing in your pussy as you start to feel a little wet.
You squirm, eyes opening, and he stops instantly.
“Ok!” you state with a shaky voice, and Jungkook wonders if he just made a fool out of himself. Whatever you expected, that was not it.
The tension in his body is rising. Blood is quickly starting to pool down from his head, making his pants tight. He hoped that making those sounds would ease some of the tension, but it had the opposite effect. Jungkook pulls his knee up, crossing his arm over his body to hide it.
“I’ll do dare too?” you nod. He pulls a card, trying to stay calm.
“Seriously..?” he says apologetically. “Take off your pants”. You start laughing nervously.
You sit up and pull your jeans off. Shimming slightly to let them slide off easier, leaving you with your t-shirt and panties.
You're blushing from your cheeks to the tip of your shoulders. Honestly, for some reason, you want all your clothes off… but that would be weird.
Jungkook shifts as his bulge strains uncomfortably against his pants. “Fuck” he thinks to himself.
You don’t know why, but you like the way he is looking at you. That darkness in his eyes. The intense blush. You don’t know what it is about it, you just love it. Eaven though it’s embarrassing as hell.
You pull your knees up under your chin, hiding your body a bit, or so you thought.
“Truth or dare, Jungkook?” you ask, and he snaps out of it. You look down at the cards and notice it’s just one more green card after this one.
“Truth-” he says with a slight strain to his voice, hoping to tone things down for a second, though that’s not really what he wants.
“What’s the most embarrassing place you have done it?”
He thinks. Both of you are assuming the cards are referring to masturbation. He looks away and bites his lip, contemplating his entire life for a second. Ultimately, he lets his body win.
“Here, while you were sleeping in the tent one meter away from me…” his blushing deepens, if eaven possible. You look at him in disbelief. “We have been here for like four days!?” you blurt out without thinking, and the heat rushes hard to your face.
How often does he play with himself? And how could you not notice? How is he doing it? The questions you want to ask are making your head spin.
Jungkook can tell exactly what's on your mind. Starting to look like a deer in headlights, he tries to move on. Fast.
“Last green, truth or dare y/n?”. He picks up the last green card.
“Truth,” you speak through your fingers as you hide your face.
“Do you enjoy watching people pleasuring themselves?” his voice is slightly raspy as he says it. Clearing his voice as he bites at his lip, his eyes filled with deep curiosity.
You caught on now, remembering how he said that playing with yourself down there feels good, and to Jungkook's relief, you do not ask him to explain again.
Something about his tone, you honestly feel like he just asked you if you would enjoy watching him pleasuring himself. You close your eyes and hold your breath before speaking, embarrassment and confusion holding you back.
You can’t help but try to imagine what it would be like to watch Jungkook. But, you have no reference. Other than those sounds he made earlier… where his hands would go… You feel how your own pulse keeps beating down there… what will his face look like when he feels that way? ... and based on that thought-
“Yeah. I mean… I think so?” you laugh out. Your panties start to get soaked as the sound of his moans replays in your head.
Jungkook can't help the amused shock that appears on his face. He did not expect you to say that. In fact, you keep surprising him today. Not that he has ever given you the chance to get into these topics before.
His eyes fall to your panties, the way you are sitting exposing the fact that they are completely soaked.
His breath catches in his throat as he stares. His body’s screaming at him.
You catch on and look down. Eyes going wide, you let out a squeal and slam your knees down as you fold over yourself.
“I didn’t pee myself I swear!” You try. You’re completely lost on what to say, but Jungkook just nods.
“I know.”
You look up at him, tears threatening to leave the corner of your eyes. “You- know?”.
“Yeah… s-stuff like that happens to me too- you know?” … “Well, not exactly like that- but-” he trails off.
You sit up again, heart beating so fast you think it will leave your chest.
In a split second, seeing you that embarrassed, Jungkook makes a decision.
He lets his arm fall to the floor, and he lowers his leg. Exposing how his hard cock is straining against his pants.
In this moment, he also decides he has definitely had enough alcohol. His fingers nervously tap over the smooth fabric of his sleeping bag.
There it is. Those big, curious eyes.
“Does that- hurt…?” you whisper, barely audible. “No, does that?” he nods towards you, and you look down.
Your head feels fuzzy at the thought of him having a similar feeling in his body to you right now.
“...No”.
The silence that follows feels thick and awkward, new, yet … good? Your body feels so needy-
“I think we should stop there for tonight, we are out of green cards. I think the yellow ones would kill me,” Jungkook is gently laughing, but there is something very serious about the way he says it at the same time.
He’s scared that he’ll jump you if he doesn't stop this right now. He doesn't want to scare you. And what would he eaven do? He has some ideas, but they seem insane… he knows he’s not exactly completely sober.
You look at him, eyes wide, not knowing what to do with yourself.
“Ok”.
You tuck yourself into your sleeping bags. A reluctance hangs in the air, so palpable you almost try to touch it. But if Jungkook said he wants to stop there, you think that must be what he wants.
As he stretches out to turn off the light, you get this intense urge to kiss him. “That’s it-” you think, “I’m going insane”.
The thought of kissing him had crossed your mind before, but you thought that was just because he was technically really cute, and the only boy around- that you must just want to kiss someone, not him in particular…
Jungkook notices how you are staring at him and gives you a shy smile, willing himself to turn off the light. He has dealt with this before, after all.
You have sort of felt similar feelings as well, but not like this. Not this intense. You feel like you’ve just opened a door you did not know existed, but you have been holding it closed with all your strength.
Suddenly, you are very aware of the fact that you are a grown woman, and he’s a man.
You let your fingers grace your lips in the dark, the way Jungkook was looking at you just half an hour ago, vivid and clear in your mind. The fact that he is lying within arm's reach, just as he does every night for the last two months, suddenly makes you feel more drunk than you actually are. The knowledge and curiosity about the things he has been doing to himself is not helping.
Why shouldn't you try?
Your hands slowly run down your body, ending at your wet underwear. Holding your breath, you carefully and quietly take them off. Fingers hovering over your body, contemplating, feeling stupid.
“...Jungkook?” you try, wondering if he is still awake.
“Yeah?” he answers, and you smile.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep”.
You let your statement hang in the air. You wonder if your heart keeps beating like this- how will you ever be able to sleep?
“It’s been a very long day,” Jungkook whispers, but you can hear the hesitation in his voice. Both of you know you should move camp tomorrow, never staying in the same place for too long.
“Can I ask you a question?”
You feel the heat rising to your face again as you continue to contemplate. What if he gets mad at you? He is pretty private, after all. He opened up more than you thought he would while playing that game. You have already pushed things far. Maybe it's best to keep to yourself?
“Sure,” he whispers, and you hear him turning towards you in his sleeping bag. He can’t see you in the dark, but still.
“When you touch yourself… how do I do it?” Your voice shakes, the alcohol and the intense need for some sort of release conquering your concerns and embarrassment.
Jungkook feels his breath grow heavy at the thought, “Um… how do you do it?”. He tries to think, and an idea starts to form in his mind.
“Please,” you plead.
His hand finds its way down to squeeze himself through his boxers, a hiss leaving his mouth as he finally gains some sort of friction.
“Jungkook…?”
“Um, yeah, ok,” he tries to gather himself, taking a second to breathe. So horny he can’t bother with fears or thoughts of how he’ll feel about this tomorrow anymore. He's been so dead set on willing himself to sleep. This is taking a turn so fast that it does not feel real.
“Just try to feel where you are most sensitive first, ok?”
“Ok”.
You let your knees fall open, gently letting your fingers make contact with your folds, immediately wincing at how sensitive you are. You start tapping your fingers around, holding your breath.
Suddenly, one of your fingers makes contact with your clit, and you jolt, head falling back as you start tapping it repeatedly. “mmm- ok, I think I found somewhere,” you breathe, small waves of pleasure going into your body.
Jungkook bites his lip for the hundredth time this night, hard.
“Would you mind if I also-”
“Please do,” you cut him off.
“Ok, ok…” he pulls his boxers off hurriedly, wrapping his hand around himself.
“What now?” you ask as you grow desperate for more.
“Try stroking?” Jungkook half-breathes, half moans, as he starts doing just that. His entire body tingles warmly, not fully believing what's happening.
“Stroking?”
... “Rubbing? yeah… that sounds more right… mmfh-” he struggles to pace himself as he instructs you. But he wants you to get the hang of it, to follow along.
You follow his instructions and start carefully rubbing your clit. “Oh-oh god,” moaning as the sensation hits you hard, earning a pleased hum back from Jungkook, who picks up his pace.
He tightens his grip, bathing in the feeling of ecstasy that comes with doing this next to you, with you. He wants so much more, feel you, taste you. He lets out a low groan as his hips involuntarily buck into his hand.
Not hiding this is starting to feel like an out-of-body experience. Or maybe it’s the alcohol?
The images of the way he was looking at you start to flash before your eyes again, blending with the sound of his heavy breathing and small moans next to you… blending with yours as you start to move your hand faster, clenching around nothing.
This is driving you crazy, biting your lips and rubbing them together, imagining him kissing you. It hits you that it’s his touch that you’re craving.
“Jungkook- Jungkook, I don’t think I can do this,” you whine as you feel a knot start to form in your stomach.
“Yeah- yes you can- just keep going, ah-” he moans through heavy breaths, his hand running up and down his torso while he fucks his palm.
“No, I can’t!” you whine, sitting up, abruptly turning on the light while trying to catch your breath.
You freeze as you see Jungkook, lying there, clearly startled. But my god- messy hair slightly sticking to his forehead, fucked out expression on his face, eyes glossy and dark, face all red, lips swollen from biting at them all night.
“Wha-” he starts, but you cut him off again.
“Jungkook~” you drag out as you lean towards him, mind blank. In that moment, he is so glad he made himself cum this morning before you woke up. If he didn’t, he’s scared he would have ruined this moment.
“What if-” you start, laying a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Jungkook's eyes follow your every move as you scoot your sleeping bag flush next to his. “What if we touch each other?”
You hold your breath, ready to cry if rejected. But he immediately, gently pulls you down next to him. Not quite able to believe you just suggested that.
You grab the blanket for some privacy as you get out of your sleeping bags, too embarrassed to be completely exposed to each other. You are friends after all, right?
“Tell me to stop whenever, ok?” he looks into your eyes, bunny smile appearing briefly before he starts to rub your waist. “Show me where”, he whispers softly.
You guide his hand down slowly, butterflies filling your stomach, feeling his hands on you in this way, eyes fluttering shut as he makes contact with your clit.
“Wow,” he whispers under his breath as he feels the way you immediately tense at his touch, gently starting to rub back and forth.
“Like that?” he smiles. All you manage is to nod while giving him your hand. He holds his hand around yours, placing it on his cock.
Jungkook starts using your hand, dragging it up and down his length, lips slightly parted at the feeling of your soft hand. Your mind is blown at how hard, yet velvety smooth he feels as you try and fail at closing your hand around him completely.
Your pleasure picks up almost where it left off, the fact of what is happening only exaggerating things. You're definitely into this, and you’d definitely be into watching him do this to himself as well, you realize.
You lean your head onto his shoulder as beathy moans are coming out of you, taking in his scent, bucking your hips against his hand.
Jongkook gets the memo and picks up his pace. The back and forward motion turns into quick, sloppy circles over your clit as he tries his best. The clenching around nothing starts to make you feel weirdly empty, his touch making you go crazy. It feels so good.
You try as hard as you can to stroke him, but your hand starts to spasm slightly as you get close. Little do you know, your erratic movements are only bringing him closer as well, precum leaking out of him as louder, needy moans fill the tent.
Suddenly, the knot inside you snaps. Waves of pleasure surge through your body as your walls flutter, grinding onto Jongkook's hand, your body shaking uncontrollably at the new feeling. You moan and cry into his shoulder, his hand the only thing in your awareness.
The moment your mind starts to get less fizzy, coming down a bit, you realize Jungkook's eyes are glued shut. He holds your wrist, thrusting into your hand harshly, moaning with every breath.
You get it together, starting to move your hand.
“haaa-ah- just like that-” he moans abruptly.
Just moments after you, Jungkook’s balls start to tighten, the base of his cock throbs as he reaches his high.
Mesmerized, you watch as he completely lets go. Pleasure takes over his entire body. Desperate and erratic, then low, dragged-out moans leave his mouth. You feel his cock pulsing in your hand as something warm and wet starts to cover your hand in bursts, his entire body jerking slightly with each one.
He keeps tensing the muscles in his jaw. You stare at his neck as you see the blood pumping through his veins under his slightly wet skin.
Jungkook’s breath slows down as he starts to go quiet. Body going still.
“Shit-”
His voice comes out breathy as he starts to realize that he just messed up your blanket. You laugh lightly as you notice his apologetic expression. Embarrassment is starting to creep into you again as your eyes meet his.
What on earth did you just do?
“...We’ll just leave it. I keep forgetting it anyway.” You nod at the blancet, clearly out of it.
And now, it’s Jungkook's turn to laugh. He can’t quite figure out what to say. He's left softly looking at you in bewilderment. Before he figures it out, the exhaustion from the day hits you hard.
Feeling all safe next to Jungkook. It’s impossible not to drift off to sleep. Barely noticing how he puts one arm around you before your consciousness leaves.
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…To be continued. There are other, more extreme cards, after all.