Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
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The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when itβs still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You Γ Jungkook , You Γ Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "Heβs coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkookβs eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandmaβs room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "Heβs down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "Heβs a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your fatherβs private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "Whatβs wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your fatherβs expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkookβs leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkookβs foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkookβs life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, itβs just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "Youβve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyoneβs fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkookβs eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkookβs hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your fatherβs student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, waitβ" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last nightβs storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your fatherβs oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkookβs voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkookβs head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your fatherβs unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, sheβs right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "Sheβs too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Aliceβs face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brotherβs arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "Iβve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jinβs reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughterβs grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkookβs face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkookβs breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesnβt get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Whoβs going to take you? Unless theyβve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's motherβs face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jinβs heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkookβoh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuckβOh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didnβt know what to say, couldnβt have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you werenβt sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lordβ" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
βThatβs right, I love you so muchβ he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. βYouβre,fuck, youβre perfect m'love.β
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldnβt take that anymore and Jungkook couldnβt take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, βtaking me so well, was made for this cock.β your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughterβs name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughterβs desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Roseβs sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Donβt go causing a scene over absolutely nothingβ"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkookβs grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "Iβm not going anywhere. I donβt care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your fatherβs chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything elseβ"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkookβs knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your fatherβs leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didnβt even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkookβs grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkookβs knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didnβt even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
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The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
~
The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
~
The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
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The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
Genre: Comedy β’ Romance β’ Body Swap β’ Slice of Life
Warning:- Sex ( with swap body , means you gonna fuck him), rough language. Fighting, Crying, After warmth, Apologies
A/n : This is my first ever fic so please go easy on me , also if there's some mistake please let me know as the smut part was too confusing to write , please do share your thoughts , thankyou
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The mountain of laundry on the bed seemed to grow higher the longer you stared at it. You let out a heavy sigh, smoothing down one of Jungkookβs oversized black hoodies before folding it into a neat square. Your shoulders ached from a relentless day, and all you wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week.
The click of the front door lock broke the silence of the apartment. Before you could even turn around, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, "Missed you," he murmured, You smiled faintly, leaning into him for a brief second. "Missed you too. How wasβ"
Your sentence cut short as Jungkook shifted his weight, pressing his bulge firmly against your ass. His intentions were crystal clear. "Let's do sex," he whispered against your ear, his voice dropping into that smooth, seductive tone he knew usually melted your defenses. "Right now. Forget the clothes."
You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of sheer exhaustion crash over you instead of arousal. "Jungkook, please, not tonight," you said softly, trying to gently pry his hands off your hips. "I'm completely exhausted. My brain is fried and my body hurts."
Instead of letting go, Jungkook laughed softly, thinking you were just playing hard to get. He kissed down your jawline, his grip tightening as he hummed again, pressing himself even closer against you. "Come on, Y/N. Just a quick one. Itβll help you relax."
"Jungkook, no," you said, your voice firmer this time. You forcefully stepped out of his embrace, turning around to face him. "I said no. I am too tired. I've been running on three hours of sleep, handling work, and trying to clean this place."
Jungkookβs playful expression instantly dropped. His brow furrowing as irritation flashed across his face."Seriously?" he scoffed, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "I come home after a brutal day, trying to be affectionate, and I just get pushed away? Youβre always 'too tired' lately."
"Because I am tired!" you snapped back, the pent-up frustration of the past month bubbling to the surface.
"Tired? Seriously, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How can you even be tired? You stay in this luxury penthouse from day to night! I provide absolutely everything for you. The rent, the food, the clothes on your back, it's all paid for." The words cut through you like a knife. You stood frozen, holding a half folded shirt, staring at the man you were supposed to marry."I bust my ass off in that office every single day," Jungkook continued, gesturing wildly toward the door. "I deal with corporate boardrooms, investors, and endless stress just to make sure we have a perfect life. And you're exhausted? From what? Folding laundry? Wow. That's hilarious.""How dare you?"
Your voice shook, tears of anger stinging the corners of your eyes. You dropped the shirt onto the pile. "You think because you bring home a paycheck, my life is a vacation? I manage this entire house, I handle the wedding planning you ignore, and I work my own job too! Just because I don't sit in a boardroom doesn't mean I don't work!"
"Oh, please," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes as he unbuttoned his collar. "Your 'routine' is a joke compared to mine. You wouldn't last a single hour in my world. The pressure I carry would crush you."
"I hate you right now," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I wish you could see how wrong you are. I wish you could feel what it's like to be me."
"Right back at you," he muttered coldly, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed. "Because then you'd finally shut up about being tired."With a final, bitter glare, Jungkook slammed the bedroom door shut, heading to the living room couch. You threw yourself onto the empty bed, sobbing into your pillow until exhaustion finally dragged you into a heavy, restless sleep.
The next morning you groaned, blinking your eyes open. Everything felt⦠wrong. Your lower body felt heavier. You pushed the duvet off, sitting up. You went to the bathroom to do your morning routine, but you are having problem in walking.
You felt something between your things , you put your hand in. Your brain went completely blank as your fingers registered the undeniable truth.There was something there. Something that definitely should not be there.You gasped, stumbling backward until your back hit the tiled bathroom wall. Your eyes were wide with absolute horror as the realization hit you like a freight train. You looked into the mirror. The face staring back was still yours , your eyes, your nose, your lips. But everything below the neck had drastically changed overnight. You were still Y/N, but biologically, you were now a man.
Suddenly, a blood curdling, high-pitched shriek echoed from the living room couch."WHAT THE HELL?!".You rushed out of the bathroom, your legs moving awkwardly under your newly shifted center of gravity. You flung the bedroom door open just as Jungkook came sprinting down the hallway. He was clutching his chest, his eyes dinner-plate wide, staring down at his own body in absolute terror.
"Y/N!" Jungkook choked out, his voice cracking. "Something is wrong with me! I woke up and, and then I felt this weight on my chest, and" He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes dropping to the front of your pajama pants.You stood there, face burning with a mix of embarrassment and horror, pointing a trembling finger right back at him.
"Jungkook... look at your chest."Jungkook slowly looked down. Under his oversized t-shirt, two distinct, soft curves were prominently pushing against the fabric. He let out a strangled gasp, his hands flying up to touch them. His jaw dropped."What did you do to me?!" he yelled.
In a panic, he slapped his hands down toward his waist, checking inside his shorts. The moment his hands made contact with clit, his entire face turned bright red, and he looked up at you with pure, unadulterated shock.
"Where... where did it go?!"
"Don't look at me!" you shrieked, covering your face. "It's not gone! It's... I think it's on me!β
Jungkookβs eyes snapped to your waist. His brain completely bypassed all logic and boundaries. Before you could even register he gripped the elastic band of your pajama pants and yanked them straight down to your knees.
"JUNGKOOK!" you screamed, your face exploding into a violent, burning crimson.But Jungkook wasn't even listening. He bent over, staring dead ahead, "Oh my god," Jungkook breathed out, his voice a mixture of awe, horror, and profound grief. "Thatβs my dick. Y/N, you have my dick. Why do you have my dick?!"
The utter absurdity of the sentence broke your temporary paralysis. A surge of pure adrenaline and mortification took over.You brought your palm down hard against the back of his head. Jungkook let out a sharp yelp, stumbling forward from the force of the strike."Are you insane?!" you yelled, hurriedly bending down to grab the fabric of your pajamas and pulling them back up to your waist, tying the drawstring into a knot so tight it almost cut off your circulation. "You can't just go ripping my pants down! Have you lost your mind?!"
"You hit me!" Jungkook gasped, rubbing the back of his head with wide, betrayed eyes. "And I only looked because it belongs to me! Or... it used to! What is happening to us?!"
"I don't know!" you cried, "The universe took our fight seriously! You said I wouldn't last a day in your shoes, and now... now I have your parts!"Jungkook stood there, processing your words, his hands awkwardly hovering near his newly acquired, soft chest. He looked down at himself, then up at your furious, blushing face.The reality of the glitch was finally settling in.
Your gaze slowly drops to his chest. You lunged forward and reached out. You placed both of your hands directly onto his chest, cupping his boobs.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squeaked.
"My babies," you whined loudly, gently squeezing them as tears of frustration pricked your eyes. "Look what you've done to my babies! They're trapped on a giant muscular frame! They look so out of place on you!"
"Stop squeezing them, it feels so weird!" Jungkook yelled, swatting your hands away and covering his chest with his arms, looking completely violated.
"This is a nightmare. I can't go out like this. Y/N, I literally cannot leave this apartment. What if someone sees me? What if I have to go to the office?" You rolled your eyes."Calm down, drama queen," you said, crossing your arms. "First of all, nobody is going to see anything through an oversized hoodie. Second of all, you aren't going to the office. It's the weekend."
Jungkook blinked, turning his head to look at you. "It is?"
"Yes," you sighed, gesturing to the quiet apartment.
Jungkook let out a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. "Thank God. In that case, I am going right back to bed to process this."
"Oh no, you don't," you said, blocking his path. You pointed a finger toward the hallway. "Go prepare breakfast."Jungkook gasped, looking at you like you had just suggested he jump off a cliff. "Why me?! I'm the one who went through a traumatic physical eviction last night! I am going to rest."
"You want to talk about trauma? I have a whole extra limb down here, Jungkook!" you snapped. You stepped closer and gave his cheek a sharp, playful slap, just a firm little tap to snap him out of it. "Go. Kitchen. Now." Before he could argue, you turned on your heel and marched straight toward the bathroom.
Jungkook stood in the hallway, rubbing his cheek and glaring at your retreating back. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath, stomping his feet like a toddler. "Bossing me around in my own apartment. Violent, beautiful woman..."
Still grumbling, he shuffled into the kitchen. His new center of gravity felt completely different, the extra weight on his chest making him feel strangely front-heavy. He pulled out the coffee maker, scooped in the grounds, and started the machine.As the coffee began to drip, filling the kitchen with a rich aroma, Jungkook leaned against the marble countertop. He looked down at his t-shirt. The curiosity was eating him alive.
He slowly raised his right hand, hovering it over his right breast. He hesitated for a second, then gently pressed his hand over the soft curve, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.A massive, goofy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, bubbly giggle, entirely fascinated by how soft it was.
"Wow," Jungkook mumbled to himself, giving it another little squeeze. "She never lets me squeeze them this much. This is amazing.β
You finished in the bathroom after a highly confusing, Tucking your pajama pants securely around your waist, you walked into the dining area.Jungkook was already sitting at the table, having brought over the plates of breakfast. But the moment you looked at him, your jaw dropped.
He was completely shirtless.Sitting there in his gray lounge shorts, he was casually picking up a piece of toast. Because he was in his own body, he still had his usual sculpted chest and muscular abs but now, your soft boobs was sitting right on top of those defined muscles. It was the most distracting, surreal, and confusing thing you had ever seen.
"Jungkook!" you shouted, your face immediately bursting into a fierce blush. "What are you doing?! Put a shirt on!"
Jungkook didn't even look up from his plate. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily. "Ugh, no way. Itβs too hot today. Plus, you know I have a habit of roaming around shirtless. It's my home anyway."
"They're on my body right now, which makes them my assets for the weekend," he ignored you completely, chewing on his toast with a smug little shrug.
"It is not the same as before!" you shrieked, gesturing wildly at his chest. "You are literally parading my body parts around the kitchen! Put some fabric over my babies, Jungkook, I swear to God!"
You let out a frustrated groan, stomping over to the table and pulling out a chair. As you sat across from him, your eyes involuntarily dropped. Jungkookβs body was admittedly gorgeous, the sharp collarbones, the toned arms, the shadows falling across his abs. But seeing your own breast sitting perfectly on that hyper-masculine frame did something wild to your brain. It was a bizarre, intoxicating contrast.
You found yourself staring, your gaze trailing down his chest, your mind wandering into dangerously lustful thoughts. Wow, he looks... really good like that. Jungkook paused mid-chew, his lips slowly curled into a wicked, knowing smirk. He realized instantly that you were completely checking him out.
He leaned back in his chair, deliberately stretching his arms over his head to make his muscles and your chest flex prominently.
"Like what you see, Y/N?" Jungkook teased, his voice dropping into a low, playful purr as he leaned across the table toward you. "You're staring pretty hard. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you want to do more than just eat breakfast.β
You pushed your chair back, the legs scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. Jungkookβs smirk faltered for a split second as you stood up.
You stepped directly between his knees, he let out a gasp, his head tilting back to look up at you. From this angle, your new silhouette completely towered over him, casting a shadow across his shirtless chest.You didn't give him a chance to recover. Bringing your hands up, you cradled his jaw firmly, your larger fingers cupping his face perfectly.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, Jungkookβs eyes flared with sudden dark desire. He gripped your waist, and lift you, and hurriedly led you down the hallway, stumbling slightly until he threw both of you onto the bed.The mattress bounced heavily beneath you.
Then, you leaned down and kissed him , your teeth clasping hard pushing tongue on one mouth, your mind knew exactly how Jungkook usually kissed, but experiencing it through his own physical perspective made every touch feel ten times more electric.Jungkookβs hands immediately flew up, instinctively gripping your waist as a soft, muffled whimper escaped his lips. The sudden shift in dynamic was completely dizzying, leaving both of you breathless against each other's lips.
Jungkook crawled over you, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry, determined grin. But as your hands came up to grip his shoulders, the absolute bizarre reality of your physical situation suddenly crashed over you.You looked down between your bodies, then up at his face.
"Wait, Koo," you breathed out, your deep voice laced with genuine confusion. "How... how are we even gonna do it? Our bodies are literally swapped."Jungkook paused, his confident smirk freezing mid-air. He blinked, looking down at his chest, then down at the bulge of your pajama pants."Oh," Jungkook muttered in his high, squeaky voice. "Right. The... the parts. They aren't where they usually are.β
A wicked, slow smirk spread across your."Well," you rumbled, "Today, Iβm the one punishing you."
Jungkookβs eyes went wide as you gripped his shoulders, you pushed him flat onto his back against the pillows. You crawled over him, pinning his hips down beneath your frame. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes, awkwardly clutching the blanket over his newly soft chest.
"So," you leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips as you let out a low, teasing purr. "My beautiful baby doll... my sexy little lady. Are you ready for daddy?" Jungkookβs face instantly exploded into a furious, bright blush.
He bit his lower lip, a massive, dramatic pout forming on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes."Yes, daddy," he mumbled, his voice hitting a hilariously high, squeaky, and completely embarrassed pitch.
Your hands down, giving his thigh a firm, playful smack."Pay attention, baby doll," you rumbled.Jungkook let out a soft, high-pitched gasp, his fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets as his face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.You didn't give him a second to recover. Leaning your heavy frame lower, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
You pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against his collarbone, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your lips while squeezing his boobs. Slowly, deliberately, you kissed your way up the smooth expanse of his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline until you reached the sensitive spot right beneath his ear.
"You like that, don't you?" you whispered against his skin, your deep voice sending a literal shiver straight down his spine."Y-Y/N..." Jungkook whined, his squeaky voice breaking as he instinctively arched his hips up into yours. His hands flew up, wrapping around your shoulders to pull you closer, completely helpless under your control. "Stop teasing me. You're driving me crazy.β
"Lift your hips for me, baby." He does as you say, your fingers hooking into the sides of the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down his legs.
Kissing your way down to his breasts. You licks and sucks on each of his nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down his stomach.
You grins, hovering your mouth over his pussy, your breath fanning over his folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," you murmurs, slowly licking your lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to his mound.
He spread his legs for you, showing you his glistening folds. The sight alone makes your sweatpants feel tighter. You kneel down at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further apart. You kissed your way up his leg from his calf to his inner thigh, holding his ankle over your shoulder.
"Just shut up and eat me out.β
β Yes sirβ
You start slowly with wet little kisses and licks to his clit, slowly building up a steady pace. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure. But it's your turn now.
You smile against his pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan you pull from his lips. "You taste so good," you mutter before diving back in, licking a long stripe from his leaking entrance to his clit, your hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
"Just like that...oh my god, don't stopβ¦β
You look up at him with a dazed look in your eyes, your tongue lapping at him with skilled precision that makes his toes curl, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.
"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," he gasp, grabbing onto your hair to hold you in place, his eyes squeezing shut, his head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.
A few more sucks and flicks of your tongue and he's cumming, your hands holding him in place as you laps at his pussy, helping him ride out his high. You feel his thighs quivering, looking quite proud of yourself. "You taste so fucking good," you murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to his clit.
You crawl up to hover over him, giving his lips a quick peck, your lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?β
"Mhmm," he grinned, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you." I'll give you blow job too , so you will learn how to give one".
You slap his clit saying " what do you mean huh? I'm good at giving blowjob"
"ofc , come now" he got on his knee. As you lie on the mattress spreading your leg . He held your dick wrap it around his fingers giving lazy strokes. Kissing the tip, then the balls , he took your tip holding between his lips , rolling his tongue above it , you groan with a kind of satisfaction you never ever felt , then he took the whole length in to his throat , sucking it , your group on his hair got tighter.
" I-im gonna cum"
He left your cock with a pop as he want you to cum inside him " come fuck me you little slut" , you squeeze his boobs saying "you're my slut tonight "
"You gonna fuck me now?" He teases, his lips curling into a soft smile.
You almost laughed at his bluntness, the way he just gets straight to the point, never wasting any time if he wants something. Also today its gonna be way more special as you gonna feel how does men actually feels fucking.
You get up and remove your pants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on the bedroom floor. You're already hard, your cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. You stand at the end of your bed, your hand wrapped around the base, your eyes glued between his legs, slowly trailing up to his face.
You crawl back on top of hi., sliding your fingers through his folds, gathering some of his slick and rubbing it over the head of your cock. "Ready, baby?β
He gives you a nod as you slowly push into him, your hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good, you look so hot with my dick , never gonna forget this sight " he groans.
β Fucck its way more satisfyingβ you said. Fucking him hard for good five minutes.
He cum with a loud cry, his body convulsing beneath you , his vision going blank as the pleasure hits him. It feels relentless, like nothing he has ever felt before, his body trembles as he come down from his high, barely able to register you pulling out. His eyes are half open as he watch you cumming at the same time inside him, your face contorting in pleasure, your abdomen tensing. You finishes with a guttural moan of his name.
You both lie down , as you let out a long, deep, sigh, completely exhausted as you collapsed onto your side. Jungkook immediately curled into your side. The initial shock had worn off, leaving both of you entirely drained but deeply content.
You smiled down at him, your arm wrapping securely around his waist to pull him flush against your chest.
Leaning down, you began planting soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose, making a soft, rumbling sound in your throat.
"Ouch, wait Y/N, stop," Jungkook winced slightly, shifting his hips and pressing a hand against his lower abdomen with a dramatic pout. "Everything down there... It's literally hurting. It feels so sore and heavy."
You let out a soft, deep chuckle, kissing his pouty lips one more time before resting your chin on top of his head. "Well, guess what, Koo? That is exactly how I feel daily after we do it," you said, a playful but honest edge to your voice.
"Welcome to my world. You wanted to know what it's like in my shoes."Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, burying his face deeper into your chest as he processed the physical aftershocks of the experience. A small, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
"Okay, fair point," he mumbled, his fingers lightly tracing your arm. "But... I have to admit, itβs incredibly satisfying too. The warmth, the feeling... itβs completely different than what Iβm used to. I get why you like cuddling so much after."
Your expression softened completely. The lingering resentment from last night's brutal argument finally dissolved into the warm air of the bedroom. You tightened your grip around him, pulling the duvet over both of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry about last night, Koo," you whispered sincerely into his hair. "I shouldn't have yelled. I know you work incredibly hard at the office and carry a lot of pressure for our future."
Jungkook shifted, looking up at you with wide, soft eyes full of genuine remorse."No, I'm the one who is sorry, darling," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I completely dismissed everything you do for us. I took this penthouse, the chores, and your own exhaustion for granted. Seeing how much my words hurt you... and literally feeling the weight of your routine today? I was a total jerk. I'm sorry."
"We both messed up," you smiled softly, kissing his forehead again. "But I think the universe definitely taught us our lesson."
"Yeah," Jungkook giggled, snuggling closer until there was absolutely no space left between you. "Let's just stay like this all weekend. We have a lot of practicing to do before Monday.β
No titles, no descriptions, and absolutely no strings attached, that were the invisible rules of their secret bond. But a month-long tour changes everything, transforming a routine hookup into a heavy, agonizing attachment. Stranded in the silence of unknown feelings, the physical distance forces them to think about what theyβve actually become.
A few days passed in a blur of suffocating tension. The Europe tour wrapped its final show, and the after-party in the exclusive VIP lounge of a Parisian club was loud, hedonistic, and packed. True to Yoongi and Taehyungβs warnings, you hadn't stopped. In fact, knowing Jungkook was entirely unraveled only made you bolder.
The exclusive VIP lounge of the Paris club was a hazy blur of pulsing bass, flashing amber lights, and flowing champagne. The tour was officially over. Everyone was riding a high of pure exhaustion and adrenaline except for Jungkook, who sat at the corner of the leather booth, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand.
He hadn't taken his eyes off you all night. And you made sure he had plenty to look at.
You were wearing a backless, emerald silk dress that clung to every curve, your hair pinned up carelessly to expose the long line of your neck. You stood by the bar, laughing softly at a joke the creative director made, swirling the ice in your cocktail. You didnβt look in Jungkook's direction once, but you could feel his gaze burning holes into your skin from across the room.
"Hey," a warm voice murmured near your ear.
You turned to find Taehyung standing beside you, looking breathtakingly handsome in an oversized velvet blazer. His dark eyes softened the moment they landed on you. "You look completely stunning tonight, Y/n. I've been trying to get you away from the staff all night."
"Well, you have me now," you said smoothly, offering him a brilliant, teasing smile. You leaned in closer, deliberately letting your shoulder brush against his chest. "Are you going to ask me to dance, or just stare?"
Taehyungβs boxy smile broke out, bright and completely genuine. "Iβd be an idiot not to."
He took your drink, setting it on the bar, and wrapped his large, warm hand around yours. As he led you out toward the dimly lit, exclusive dance floor, you caught Jungkookβs reflection in one of the mirrored pillars. His glass was frozen halfway to his lips. His jaw was so tightly clenched that the muscle in his cheek was visibly ticking.
The music shifted into a slow, heavy, sensual rhythm. Taehyung didn't hesitate; he slid both hands naturally around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He was completely relaxed, swaying with you, his eyes locked onto yours with an open, undisguised affection that made your stomach twist with a brief pang of guilt.
"I'm really glad you came to Europe, Y/n," Taehyung whispered over the bass, his thumb tracing a slow circle against the bare skin of your lower back. "These past few days... theyβve been the best part of the tour for me. I am glad that you....chose me."
"Me too, Tae," you lied softly, though you made sure your voice was loud enough to carry.
From the edge of your peripheral vision, you saw Jungkook stand up from the booth. He walked over to the edge of the dance floor, pretending to talk to one of the managers, but his eyes were entirely fixed on Taehyungβs hands on your waist. He was practically vibrating with a silent, dangerous fury, his knuckles turning white as he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from ripping you away.
You decided to drive the final nail into the coffin.
You leaned your head back, looking up at Taehyung with a soft, hooded gaze. "Tae?" you murmured.
"Yeah?" he asked, tilting his head down, completely caught in your spell.
Instead of answering, you slid your hands up his chest, wrapping them around the nape of his neck, and pulled him down. You pressed your lips firmly against his.
Taehyung froze for a fraction of a second, entirely caught off guard, before a low sigh escaped him. He leaned into the kiss, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss with a sweet, desperate hunger. He was on cloud nine, completely intoxicated by you, utterly oblivious to the war playing out over his shoulder.
Over Taehyungβs shoulder, your eyes snapped open. You looked directly at Jungkook.
Jungkook was staring straight at you, and the look on his face was terrifying. The carefully masked indifference he had worn all night completely shattered. His eyes were wide, dark, and utterly feral with a lethal mix of jealousy and betrayal. He took a violent step forward, his chest heaving under his black silk button-down, before he abruptly turned on his heel and stormed down the dark hallway toward the private restrooms, unable to watch another second.
A sharp, vengeful rush of adrenaline flooded your veins. You gently broke the kiss, giving a dazed, blushing Taehyung a small smile. "I'm going to the restroom real quick. I'll be right back."
"Take your time," Taehyung murmured, his voice breathless, a euphoric smile stretching across his face as he watched you walk away.
The moment you stepped into the dimly lit back corridor, the heavy bass of the club muffled into a low thud. The hallway was empty. You pushed open the heavy wooden door of the single-occupancy restroom, stepping into the quiet, marble space to catch your breath.
But before the door could fully click shut behind you, a heavy hand slammed against the wood, forcing it open.
You gasped, spinning around, but a massive, solid frame practically shoved you backward into the room. The door locked shut behind him with a sharp, definitive click.
It was Jungkook. His chest was heaving, his hair damp and unruly, his scent...wood, expensive whiskey, and pure, raw heat, instantly filling the small room.
"What the hell do you think you'reβ"
Before you could finish, Jungkook lunged forward. He slammed his palms against the wall on either side of your head, completely trapping you between his muscular arms. The sudden impact made you jump, your back pressing hard against the cool tile. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.
"Iβm done," Jungkook growled, his voice a low, feral vibration that rattled through your chest. "I am fucking done playing this game with you, Y/n."
"Let me out, Jungkook," you defied him, tilting your chin up, trying to keep your mask intact even as your heart hammered violently against your ribs. "Go back to the party. Taehyung is waiting for me."
That name was the final match to the gasoline.
"Don't you dare say his name to me right now," he snarled, his eyes darkening into pure pitch. He leaned even closer, his body completely flushing against yours, pinning you to the wall. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Provoking me for days. Sharing those pictures. Touching him. Kissing him right in front of me? You think I didn't see you looking straight at me while your mouth was on his?!"
"Why do you care?" you spat back, tears of anger suddenly stinging your eyes. "We have no strings, remember? It's just timepass, right? Go find someone in Japan to care!"
"Because I love you, you idiot!" Jungkook roared, the confession tearing out of his throat so raw and violent it left both of you breathless. His chest heaved against yours. "I love you. Iβve loved you for years, and I was a coward, and I ruined it. But watching you these past two weeks? Watching you in Taehyungβs arms? Hearing him talk about taking you home? Having his hand on your waist right in front of my face?"
His voice cracked, a flicker of pure, agonizing vulnerability breaking through his rage. "I hated it. I hated her, I hated myself, but God, Y/n, I hated seeing you with him so much it felt like my chest was ripping open. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't breathe. You belong to me. Youβve always belonged to me."
Before you could even process the words, the beautiful, tragic weight of his confession, Jungkook crashed his lips down onto yours.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision of years of unspoken agony, resentment, and starving desire. He bit your lower lip, groaning deeply into your mouth as his tongue demanded entry, claiming you with a brutal, possessive hunger. You let out a muffled whimper, the anger inside you melting instantly into a desperate, matching fire. Your hands flew to his chest, gripping the silk of his shirt before sliding up to tangle fiercely in his hair, pulling him closer until there was absolutely no space left between you.
Jungkook broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, panting heavily, his eyes wild. "Tell me to stop," he whispered hoarsely, his hands dropping from the wall to grip your hips, lifting you up slightly. "Tell me you want him, Y/n, and I'll walk out. Say it."
"Shut up," you choked out, pulling his face back down to yours. "Shut up and touch me.β
The words had barely left your mouth before Jungkook completely unraveled. Whatever lingering restraint he had vanished into thin air, crushed beneath the weight of weeks of agonizing, built-up jealousy.
He didn't take your clothes off. There was no patience for it, no tenderness. Instead, his large, calloused hands gripped the hem of your emerald silk dress, dragging it up with a rough, impatient yank until it was bunched around your waist. The cool air of the bathroom hit your bare thighs, but it was instantly replaced by the bruising, scorching heat of his body pressing you mercilessly into the tile wall.
"You wanted this, right?" Jungkook growled against your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned stark white, leaving immediate, dark marks on your skin. "You wanted to push me until I broke?"
He unbuckled his belt with a harsh, metallic snap, his movements chaotic and frantic. He didn't use protection; he didn't care about the rules or the boundaries you had spent months carefully constructing. He guided his aching, dripping length against you, and with a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you completely.
A loud, sharp cry tore from your throat, but Jungkook caught it instantly, smashing his lips back down onto yours to drink the sound raw.
The pace he set was punishing. It was messy, desperate, and toxic, an absolute explosion of the war youβd been fighting. He shifted his weight, lifting you slightly so your legs had no choice but to wrap tightly around his waist to stay off the cold floor. His hips slammed into yours with a ruthless, deep friction that had your head banging lightly against the marble behind you.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he set a merciless pace. Your hand held onto his shoulders for support, mouth hung open as he captured your lips into a messy hot kiss.
His mouth molded perfectly against yours. It was as if he was trying to rebrand you by erasing the touch of taehyung.
You moaned into the kiss feeling how needy he was, how brutal he was, how messy and intense the whole scene was.
"I hated it," Jungkook choked out, breaking the kiss just enough to hiss the words against your skin as he drove deep inside you again, a low, guttural grunt ripping from his chest. He pulled out nearly all the way before thursting out with a heavy, bruising force. "Every single second you spent looking at him. I hated it."
"Jungkookβah !" You gasped, your fingers scratching blindly at his shoulders, your back arching off the wall as the intense, overwhelming friction began to blind you.
He leaned up, his teeth catching the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark he knew everyone would see tomorrow. "You let him touch you," he snarled, his voice breaking with a terrifying mix of pleasure and rage. He thrust harder, his wet, heavy movements echoing loudly in the small, confined space. "You let him hold your waist right in front of me. Did you like it? Did you like making me feel like I was losing my mind?"
"Noβno, I wanted you," you sobbed out, the absolute honesty tearing through your pride as you rode the frantic, punishing rhythm of his body. "Only you, Jungkook, pleaseβ"
"Then why did you kiss him?" He demanded, his pace turning fast, shallow, and incredibly chaotic. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look straight into his blown-out, pitch-black eyes. "I wanted to rip his lips off your face. You're mine. You don't get to give him what belongs to me."
He slammed his mouth back onto yours, but it wasn't just a kiss anymoreβit was a frantic attempt to erase Taehyungβs touch, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth with a possessive, territorial hunger.
The sex was clumsy, sweat-slicked, and entirely unhinged. Your half-ridden clothes were caught between your bodies, the fabric of his black silk shirt rubbing roughly against your bare chest.
The coiling tension inside you was turning unbearable, stretching so tight it felt like a wire about to snap. Jungkook felt the internal shift, the way your walls clamped down around him, and it drove him completely over the edge.
"Look at me," he panted hoarsely, his sweat dripping onto your collarbone as his thrusts became heavy, desperate slams. "Look at who is inside you. Say my name."
"JungkookβJungkook!" You screamed his name into the empty room, your body convulsing as a shattering, blinding orgasm ripped through you, completely undoing you.
Hearing your undone cries, Jungkook let out a low, ruined, guttural sound. He drove into you one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, his entire muscular frame trembling violently as he spilled his hot, heavy release deep inside you.
He collapsed against your shoulder, his chest heaving as both of you gasped for air, completely spent and tangled in a mess of ruined silk and heavy breathing.
Click.
The faint, unmistakable sound of the bathroom door loosening caused the adrenaline in your veins to turn to pure ice.
Jungkookβs head snapped toward the door, his body going completely rigid, still buried deep inside you.
The heavy wooden door had drifted open just an inchβthe lock hadn't fully caught in Jungkook's initial rush. Standing in the dimly lit gap of the hallway was Taehyung.
The euphoria that had been on Taehyung's face just ten minutes ago was entirely gone. His wide, dark eyes were fixed on the reflection in the large marble mirror directly opposite the door, capturing the exact image of your green silk dress pushed up to your waist, your legs wrapped securely around Jungkookβs hips, and his best friendβs bare back covered in your scratch marks.
Taehyung stood frozen, his chest falling slowly as the realization of your betrayal crashed down on him. He didn't make a sound. He didn't yell. He just stared at the two of you through the crack in the door, his heart breaking in complete silence.
Taehyung didn't slam the door. He didnβt scream. He simply stepped backward, his shadow retreating from the sliver of light before the door drifted silently back into place. The quietness of his departure was louder than any gunshot.
The cold reality of what had just happened crashed over the room, freezing the sweat on your skin.
"Jungkook," you choked out, your voice trembling as you pushed against his shoulders. "Jungkook, let me down."
He pulled out of you slowly, his body rigid with a mix of leftover adrenaline and sudden, crushing panic. Your feet hit the cold floor, and your hands flew to pull down the crumpled emerald silk of your dress, your fingers shaking so violently you could barely smooth the fabric. Jungkook turned away to hurriedly fix his trousers and buckle his belt, his breathing still ragged, his knuckles white.
The guilt slammed into you like a physical blow. You had wanted to hurt Jungkook, but Taehyungβsweet, gentle Taehyung who had treated you like glassβhad been the casualty.
"I need to find him," you whispered, turning blindly toward the door. "I have to go after him."
You grabbed the handle, but before you could pull it open, Jungkookβs large hand clamped over your wrist. He spun you around, pinning you back against the door, but this time there was no anger left in him. His eyes were wide, desperate, and filled with a raw, agonizing fear of abandonment.
"Don't leave me," Jungkook pleaded, his voice cracking as he looked down at you. "Please, Y/n. Don't walk out that door and go to him."
Looking at his undone stateβthe boy you had secretly pinned for, the one who had finally confessed his soul to you. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his chest.
Jungkook closed his eyes, a heavy, shuddering sigh of relief escaping him as he squeezed you back so hard it hurt. He pulled back just enough to cupped your face in his hands, his dark eyes fierce with possession.
"I know," Jungkook murmured hoarsely, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek. "I know you have to. But remember whose you are now. Iβm never letting you play that no-strings game again."
Before he let you go, he leaned down and caught your lips one more time. It was a messy, wet kiss, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth with a possessive, heavy hunger that tasted of whiskey and desperate relief, a final, unyielding reminder of exactly who you belonged to before you stepped out into the night.
Β°
The underground parking lot of the club was freezing, filled with the low hum of idling luxury cars and the damp smell of concrete. You ran through the shadows, your heels clicking loudly against the ground, until you saw a familiar silhouette leaning against a concrete pillar near the exit.
Taehyung.
The oversized velvet blazer was slung over his shoulders. A single orange ember glowed in the dim light as he brought a cigarette to his lips, exhaling a long, slow cloud of smoke into the cold air.
When the sound of your frantic footsteps made him turn, his eyes fell on you. Without a word, he dropped the cigarette onto the pavement and crushed it beneath the sole of his shoe.
"Taehyung," you breathed out, stopping a few feet away, your chest heaving. The sight of his pale, hollow face made the tears spill over your lashes. "Tae, please... I am so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I was angry, and I was using you to make him jealous, and it was cruel. You were nothing but a gentleman to me, and I ruined everything. I'm so sorry."
The silence stretched between you, heavy and agonizing.
Taehyung watched you cry. For a long moment, his expression remained entirely blank, a mask of pure exhaustion. Then, slowly, a sad, melancholic smile touched the corners of his lips. It was a heartbreakingly beautiful sight.
"I knew," Taehyung said softly, his deep voice echoing in the empty parking lot. "Deep down, I knew from the moment you accepted the ticket to Europe. A girl doesn't suddenly fall for the nice guy when her heart is still bleeding for someone else. It was my fault to think you chose me over him."
He took a step closer, shoving his hands into his blazer pockets. "You know, Y/n... I really did love you. Or at least, I was falling fast enough for it to feel like love. I liked everything about you."
Your breath hitched, a fresh wave of guilt piercing your heart. "Tae..."
"But I don't want you," Taehyung continued, his tone entirely calm, devoid of any malice. It was just a quiet, definitive boundary. "I donβt want a girl who looks at another man while Iβm kissing her. I donβt want a relationship built on someone elseβs shadow."
He looked past you, toward the elevator doors where he knew Jungkook was likely waiting, before looking back at your tear-stained face.
"You two deserve each other," he said softly, his smile fading into something final. "Youβre both toxic, and you're both idiots, but you're a perfect match. Fix your dress, Y/n. Go back to him."
With that, Taehyung turned his back on you, walking away into the darkness of the parking lot toward his waiting car, leaving you alone in the quiet chill.
Your heart twisted with pain. Realisation hit you. You hurt a sweet gentleman for a toxic insecure boy.
Tears trailed down your cheeks as you cried for a whole minute before you heard footsteps. Wiping your tears, you turned around to see Jungkook who was looking at you with utmost fear.
Is it over now?
Or
Will you be with him?
Confusion settled in his guts as he watched you with all the questions hanging loose like a thread.
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a whirlwind of fire, a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when itβs still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Pairing: You Γ Jungkook , You Γ Seokjin
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Tropes: Arranged Marriage / Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, First Love vs. Soulmate, Peak Emotional Angst, Devastating Selflessness.
PART 1: The Fire We Ignited {25 July 2026}
Your father is a classical music maestro, a boy from London, Jungkook, moves into your house in order to learn music. The tension between you and him quickly turns into a deep, secret love. He becomes your everything. But when your father finds out, he forces Jungkook to leave, breaking your heart completely.
PART 2: The Shattered Vows {30 July 2026}
Hollow and heartbroken after Jungkookβs departure, you are walked down the aisle to a man you barely know ,Seokjin. Jin demands nothing, respects your boundaries, and quietly protects you with a love so selfless it aches. When a sudden discovery pushes Jin to make a shocking decision, you both head to London only to face a dangerous situation that changes everything.
PART 3: The Devotion We Found {5 Aug 2026}
In the cold streets of London, the lines between love, guilt, and duty begin to blur. A strange twist of fate brings the past and the present dangerously close. As the clock ticks down, you must finally look into your heart and make the ultimate, heartbreaking choice.
synopsis: you are "too far gone" in sin, so your family and christian cult decide to take matters into their own hands. now youβre a damsel in distress, having to be your own knight in shining armor until you successfully escape from your damned situation. which you do.. this leads to a guy saving you under one condition, and it costs everything that youβve known your whole life.Β
pairing: manipulative kidnapper!jungkook x female readerΒ
genre: smut, angst, dark romance (read warnings please)
word count: 5.6k+
warnings: NSFW, explicit, 18+, religious trauma, attempted religious sacrifice, abuse, running away, manipulation, threats, kidnapping, coercion, exploitation, harsh language, mentions of guns and knives, cutting, injury/blood, age gap, jungkook is manipulative and unhinged, mentally ill, blindfolding, helplessness, explicit: dubcon, noncon touching, degradation, light praising, sexual fantasies, bondage, spanking, groping, knife play, undressing, nudity, oral (f!receiving), fingering, clit rubbing, squirting, masturbation (m.), car sex, riding, loss of virginity, corruption, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dominant!jk, very submissive and passive reader.
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"where are you?!" your mother shrieks angrily. the sunlight reflected off the bloodstained knife that she was holding. the blood was yours.
you slap a hand gently onto your quivering mouth. your fresh wound burned at the sudden contact with the cold, dry air. your eyes close shut as the burning pain increases with each rise and fall of your tight chest. you pray to God, hoping you wouldn't die; not like this. but in this moment it felt like not even God could save you
you are being sacrificed as a way to pay for your sins. you have gone over the limit of confessions that were allowed in your cult. people that were considered "too far gone" ended up being sacrificed, which is what is happening to you right now. but you have stopped believing and caring in that bullshit years ago.
the sin? you were caught watching a show. the vampire diaries to be exact. your cult is very oppressive, and considers almost anything a sin. one of those stupid sins being: watching "secular" shows, or any show that wasn't approved by your church.
you've been caught once, twice, thrice.. and the fourth time was enough to send everyone into a killer frenzy. it was the sinner family's job to perform the sacrifice. it didn't matter what method, the sinner just had to be dead before sunset.
...
you slowly crawl against the wooden floor, your whimpers covered by the soft creaks of your mother's bloodlust steps that echo off the walls. it wouldn't be long until your father arrived home to finish the job. your mom was just the start of your untimely death.
you found a quick place that served as temporary mercy. you crawl behind the gap in the couch as the blood trickles down from your arm, rubbing against the cream colored walls.
you continue to crawl through the small space as the afternoon sun begins to shine through the front door's window. this gave you hope, it felt as if the sunlight peeking through the window was the light at the end of the damned tunnel you've been walking through since birth.
you reach under the couch, remembering the knife you kept under there because of how unsafe you've felt in a place that was supposed to feel like home, because it is your home.
as you grab the handle of the knife, you hear the back door swing open. the sound of a gun cocking ringed in your ears, something you will never forget. terror coils tight in your chest as you heard the voice of what was supposed to be a loving father, spoke with such malice.
"where the hell is this demon?!" your father angrily demands as he stomps around the house. chinaware, the dining room table and chairs, and hung up family photos shook in the same way that you've been shaking.
your dad shoots the gun into a closet door, thinking you were in there. the sound was deafening; it makes your heart stutter and your blood runs cold. tears well up in your eyes as thoughts begin to flood your mind while feelings of betrayal begin to surface. you are truly hurt at the fact your own dad was trying to kill you. what kind of dad does that?
you stare at the only hope in your hand, the knife. you close your eyes as you suck in a deep breath of encouragement, searching for the strength to stand. and when you do, you stand up and make a run for it.
you bolt, your shoes making heavy steps that vibrate your fear against the wood floors and into the walls. your brother tries to intercept you, but you stab him with no second thought. another sin attached to your soul, oh fucking well. you then shove the front door open and run. your whole body was full of adrenaline, only pushing your legs to run faster than expected.
"fuck this family." you whisper as you run alongside the gravel dirt road. you are lucky enough to live on the borders of your isolated, cult town. for a while, all you see are empty corn fields.. that was the south. isolated, depressing, dark, and gloomy.
after a good 20 minutes of nonstop running and reasonable distance, you begin to walk, clutching your right rib that begins to bloom in pain from cramping. you then rub your arm, feeling the flakes of dry blood coming off. you grimace at the sight of your bloody left arm. the cut was deep, and probably needed stitches. you are grateful to have avoided your mom's multiple attempts to stab you, though.
it was getting dark and you continued to walk. your shadow has fully disappeared as the sky turns to an eerie shade of lilac. you are zoning out from exhaustion when something snaps you out of your mindless state.
you realize how close you are to the main highway. you use the last stretch of energy within you to run. once you succeed at that, you stick up your thumb, praying this deserted highway would have at least one driver on the roads.
your prayers are soon answered, although you never wholeheartedly pray once on this fucked up day. a somewhat run down truck with tinted windows approaches you carefully. you don't pay attention to the tinted windows which is the first red flag. you've been desperate and needed to get the hell out of here.
the truck came to a full stop, the windows fully rolling down. your tired eyes meet the man's sharp, assessing ones. you can tell he was older, at most by a decade probably. it was hard to sort out his intentions since his body language seemed closed off. you don't question this either.
"hitchhiker?" his deep voice sends a shiver through your core. you gulp and nod, watching his eyes look around once more. he looked paranoid. you ignore this too since you are so exhausted from the trial you had just escaped from.
"and you wanna come with me?" he continues to question. you grow impatient, nodding even more urgently. you can't sense the malice twisted in his velvet words. you were only asking for a ride, what was the need for questions?
"sir-" you begin but then immediately cut off. his mouth begins to move, and that's when you catch his lip ring. your eyes travel down to his veiny arm, decorated in tattoos. his silver rings add to his intimidating character, and you begin to give thought into who he was, what he wanted, and how this situation would turn out.
"you can come with me. i'm going somewhere as well." he sweetly lies, "but will you let me do whatever i want to you?" that question made your blood run cold. you realize there truly is a risk to this; of course there is. you are hitchhiking with a fucking random. you begin to look around the deserted highway for any sign of life.
"there's no one else. i've been driving for twenty miles, no sign of life." he speaks in a dangerously calm tone. your nails begin to dig into your palms while your brain sorts through every best and worse case scenario that could happen the moment you are to step into this guy's truck.
you close your eyes and take a deep breath. you know you have no choice but to take this offer, or else you'll end up dead by tomorrow morning. you are certain that there is a whole search party out for you, everyone equipped with guns and instructed to shoot you on the spot. that thought made you want to throw up every fluid inside your body.
"fine. open the door." you weakly spoke. the click of the lock made you lightly flinch. you carefully open the car door and sit in the passenger seat, avoiding all eye contact. you feel his dark energy completely engulf you. this sickens you even more.
"woah miss. what happened there." he questions in a falsely soothing tone. you look up to meet his void-like eyes before looking down at your crimson arm.
"long story." you reply blankly, not wanting to be reminded of the near-death experience you are far from deserving of. you realize the car hadn't begun to drive off, making you more impatient and paranoid.
the man gently nudges your elbow off the center console before opening it. he pulls out a black blindfold, gently waving it in front of your already unsettled face.
"wear this for me." he orders in a soft yet threatening tone. the sickening feeling only increasing as you answered,
"no." you argue softly. you immediately know this is a mistake; something you can't reverse since you are already locked inside of his truck. you look around for some kind of protection. a lanyard that hangs off his rearview mirror catches your attention, though. it sports his name in a graffiti-like font: jungkook. you tell yourself to keep this in mind in case anything were to go wrong.
"well you're in danger, right? i'm the only person who can truly save you as of now. either you get out of my car and you end up on the news the next morning.. or you wear this blindfold, sit still, and i save your ass." jungkook says firmly, leaving no room for argument.
yes you want to save your ass but at what cost when your safety is determined by a weirdo who wants you blindfolded? you bite your lip harshly, almost drawing blood. you then snatch the blindfold out of his hand.
"ah. ah. ah." jungkook warns as his gaze is darkened. your brows furrow in confusion, wondering what you did wrong. "i'll put it on for you." he persuades softly. you hesitantly turned around.
jungkook gently moves your hair so that it cascades down your back. your sight is soon darkened as he places the blindfold carefully over your eyes. he ties it tightly, leaving no room for light to peek in. your back is still turned.
you then feel a pair of invading hands grab your tits, harshly squeezing before pulling you closer. you whimper out of pain, and an unwanted feeling of pleasure. the panic set in soon after.
"i don't want to have to remind you again. you will let me do anything to you. i have the power to save you. you're helpless." jungkook threatens in a sweet tone as he continues to squeeze and fondle your tits, earning a hiss from your lips. you aggressively begin to fight back, but you have no coordination thanks to the blindfold on top of your eyes.
"don't fucking fight." jungkook warns as he nips at your earlobe. he gave your tits one final and painful squeeze before harshly pushing you back into the passenger seat. you whimper softly, the tears beginning to fall. you thought you were going to escape your hellish life, but instead you walk right into another not-so-pretty situation.
you feel so impure after that incident. your brain is still wired to believe any touch from a man results in another sin etched into your soul. your church instilled a belief where women have to take the most fault for sins, especially when it came to premarital sex or adultery. it was always the woman's fault. always.
the logic was always this: if a man sinned, the woman tempted him to do it. it was always believed that men are strong-willed and are able to overcome anything. so for him to commit such an unspeakable sin, was something that couldn't be explained. women became the scapegoats...
as your tears travel down your cheeks, you feel yourself falling asleep. you need the rest, especially after what your family had attempted to do to you.
...
you wake up to a ticklish and invading touch on your thigh. but it took a while to fully process what was happening to you. you gulped the dryness down your throat, your eyes open but your vision is still blocked from the blindfold that was tied around your head. you whimper loudly when you feel a gentle circle being rubbed against your clothed clit.
then the realization hit. your eyes widen as you immediately begin to fight back, scratching and clawing randomly, hoping you'd somehow injure jungkook.
a firm, cold hand catches both your wrists and painfully shoves you against the passenger seat. you are about to let out a bloodcurdling scream but that's when he slaps a hand on your mouth. you feel his other hand attaching what felt like handcuffs onto both your hands. you freeze in fear, the blindfold only heightens the feeling since you could only guess what he was doing.
you notice the car has stopped. that set more panic within your system.. the only thought running through your mind: this is where he'd kill you. you imagine a very open, wide field, miles from civilization. perfect to kill, hurt, do whatever. maybe this is God's wrath coming to finish you off.
he reaches for your blindfold and gently unties it, a contrast to his horrible intentions involving you.
your eyes immediately close, not wanting to see his face. you feel something sharp press up against your throat, cold and unyielding. even breathing felt like a risk.
"you are going to look at me while i ruin your entirety." jungkook speaks unhurriedly, as if he already knew the outcome of your situation. you open your eyes, a few tears falling. your eyes travel down to his veiny hand that is wrapped around the handle of the knife.
"keep your hands to your chest." jungkook instructs calmly. his free hand gently pushes your shaking legs up, nudging them apart. you have to follow; your life is in his hands.
his hand ghosts the skin of your inner thigh, causing you to whimper and move closer to his touch. you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. you feel so disgusted at your body; betraying your thoughts of protest. this causes more tears to fall.
"fucking stop." you beg as his hand continues to torture you with his touch. he gently increases the pressure of the knife's blade, making you squeak. you can see the twinkle in his eyes from the pained sounds you were making.
"keep fucking quiet." jungkook then removes his cold hand from your thigh. it quickly meets your cheek with a harsh slap, causing you to choke on a sob.
his movements get more aggressive from there. his hands are on your jean shorts, unbuttoning them with a fierce urgency that only sent more fear coursing through your body.
your mind is filled with relentless guilt. your instinct to survive is overpowered with the thought of you being judged and condemned because of this situation, even though you weren't the one in control.
you are brought back to reality as he begins to aggressively wiggle your jean shorts off with one hand; incredibly strong and scary. you can see the lust and hunger in his predatory gaze, his hostile actions mirroring his intentions as well. your jean shorts fall to your ankles, the cold air continues to violate you as you let out choked sobs and whimpers.
"what? never done this before?" jungkook mocks. his eyes were glistening with a quiet malice. he was a kind of evil you've never known; something unfamiliar and far worse. you nod as tears continue to burn down your cheek. you swore that you have been crying for over 20 minutes now.
you are a virgin. you want to save yourself until marriage. but your purity is about to come to an end under the hands of a guy that you just met. it was also a sin to masturbate, so crossing the line into premarital sex felt like a death sentence to your precious soul.
he let out a low chuckle, so sweet yet full of evil. he reaches in between your forcefully spread legs, gently rubbing your sensitive bud with two fingers. your body immediately reacts to this sudden touch, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as he continues to increase the pressure on your protected clit. the tears only continued to increase.
"are you crying because the pleasure is too good?" jungkook teases softly, his fingers harshly rubbing now. your legs begin to automatically squeeze shut whenever he rubs your clit in the right spot. you have an unfamiliar warmth pooling in your stomach as you continue to shake your head 'no', hoping he'll stop. you almost reach your peak, but it abruptly ends when he removes his fingers from your swollen clit.
"so fucking wet." jungkook lewdly comments. this causes a whimper to escape your lips, more tears of humiliation run down your cheek. he begins to remove your panties, you kick while he's doing this.
"please- please stop." you cry out loud. a desperate whine escapes your lips, your sobbing only gets louder. his hand lands a sharp slap to your thigh, causing you to choke on more tears. your breathing is uneven, becoming your only source of a cry for help. you couldn't form anymore words; you were too panicked and scared.
your panties meet your jeans shorts that are by your ankles. the cold air makes your clit swell up even more, the throbbing feeling like a punishment after your denied orgasm.
you meet eyes with jungkook for a split second before feeling his hand harshly slap your pussy, causing you to cry out loud.
"please-" you beg, not out of sexual need. you just want him to stop touching you altogether. your mind is filled with shameful thoughts, imagining how disappointed and displeased God must feel at the sight of you being inappropriately touched before marriage.
"are you begging?" jungkook groans as he continues to land slap after slap. the pain unwillingly bloomed into pleasure, your legs shaking after every slap.
"no-" you continue to choke on tears. the slapping stopped, only to be replaced with his cold fingers rubbing your now exposed clit.
you continue to cry and moan, not knowing how to react to such a foreign feeling. you can see his eyes close in satisfaction as he felt your slick drip down his fingers. your head shakes while your back begins to push off the seat, the warmth in your stomach resurfaces.
"cumming?" jungkook questions, his nose brushes against your jaw while inhaling obnoxiously. "you smell so fucking good." he comments, his fingers increasing in pressure and speed. your legs begin to helplessly shake, your tears fall even faster, but it was out of guilt for feeling so much pleasure.
"i-" you begin. your vision goes white as your eyes roll to the back of your head. waves of pleasure rush through you, making you choke on your tears. small cries and sobs escape your mouth as your body spasms against his touch. your overstimulation doesn't stop there, though.
you feel two digits enter your untouched hole, the burning causing more sobs to escape your dry lips. your cuffed hands try to stop him from pushing further, but the knife on your neck is pressed a little firmer as a reminder to stay still.
"it hurts." you admit pathetically, feeling his fingers pump in and out. you hear him moan against your ear at the sight of your essence on his fingers.
"i'll take care of you." jungkook falsely reassures, curling his fingers against your spongy g-spot. your back arches while you cry softly in response. he licks your neck while continuing to caress your g-spot. your tight walls clench around his fingers, earning a chuckle from him.
"i feel.." you cry out of honesty, not knowing how to express the shameful pleasure that continues to build up within you.
he watches you in awe while you tremor from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. he licks the tears off your cheek, his fluid-coated hands find your throbbing clit again, gently rubbing while admiring you coming down from your high.
you choke on tears; soft moans coming through at the same time. your legs shake uncontrollably, your arousal dripping off jungkook's filthy fingers and down to your buttocks.
"move." jungkook demands in a sultry voice, causing you to shiver and gulp. the blade presses against your neck once more. you unbuckle your seat belt, his free hand snakes around your waist as you crawl onto him, defeat washes over you.
"you know what i want?" jungkook questions, pulling you closer. his lips attack your vulnerable neck, his rough hands press you against his bulge. you shakily gasp.
"you not gonna answer me..?" jungkook whispers at you with fake gentleness. you shake your head as a response to his previous question. he displays a knowing smile while lifting his head from your neck.
he reaches down, hitting a button on the side of his seat. the seat begins to move and lean back, creating space for the two of you. he then begins to unbutton his jeans, gently pushing you back in the process so he can fully unleash his massive cock.
he gently moves his jeans off, following his underwear. you choke on your tears at the sight before you. sex is supposed to be exciting, arousing.. but all you can feel is fear.
you begin to sob. your cuffed hands find your face and immediately you bury your face into them. you feel his mockingly gentle hands remove yours.
"baby... don't cry." jungkook soothes softly. his hand gently strokes your head, comforting yet a reminder of how powerless you are. his hands go under your shirt and snake around your waist once more, grinding your heat against the material of his jeans. you let out a broken moan, hands flying to stop him from continuing to violate your sensitive cunt.
his strong hands lift you gently, positioning his hardened cock under you. you shake your head in fear, if you felt pain when he used his fingers, you couldn't imagine the pain you'd feel if he were to fully enter you.
you close your eyes, feeling him gently pull you down. you bite your lip in an attempt to cope with the upcoming pain. but jungkook had other plans.
he sat your pussy on top of his length, not inside of you.. yet. he begins to drag you against his length, using your pussy lips to jerk himself off. the amount of pressure he's holding you under is perfect, like he's known what you've secretly needed for ages.
tears still fall from your cheek as you let out broken moans and whimpers, your cuffed hands find the collar of his shirt while he uses his hands to forcefully grind your cunt against the length of his filthy cock, lubing it up with your essence.
"fuck.. fuck.. oh my gosh." jungkook curses under his breath while biting his lip, your warmth making him so pussy drunk. his head begins to lean back, your whimpers and broken cries only drive him even more insane.
"i'm-" you continue crying out loud, your hips rock at an alarming pace, your thighs quivering as you lose yourself within pleasure. you stiffen up once you reach your climax, crying softly as you lean onto him. you didn't have the strength to hold yourself up, feeling incredibly spent.
you meet his eyes again, a calculated smirk written on his lips while he moves you once more. you felt the tip of his cock line up with your entrance, teasingly rubbing.
"i'll go easy," jungkook offers while continuing to massage your hole with his tip. before you can reply, he struggles his way into your depths, causing you to choke on another sob.
"sir.." you cry, feeling your hymen break at his girth. you struggle against his hands that try to sit you down fully, the pain is too much to handle.
"shh.. just relax." jungkook coaxes, gently massaging the fat on your hips while you struggled to engulf him fully. "you're doing good." he reassures, seeing the light from your eyes transform into those filled with pain. your corrupting happening before his eyes is something jungkook is sure he wouldn't forget.
you sit there for a good few minutes, moving every now and then as your hole adjusted to his size. he gave you a mock smile full of encouragement every time you move or shifted.
"making yourself comfortable?" jungkook questions softly, he lands a gentle kiss on your lips that makes you shiver. you feel his hands manually guide your hips, earning a gasp from you.
"i'm-i'm trying.." you struggle to speak, your cuffed hands tightened around the collar of his neck every time his hand moves your hips, his cock hitting your g-spot at a comfortable pressure.
his hands grew more controlling and rougher. eventually you both settled on a comfortable pace, being confirmed with the sighs and moans that escaped both of your mouths.
"fuck, keep clenching." jungkook hisses through his teeth while continuing to guide you. your brows furrow as you focus. you let out gentle squeaks every time he moves you rougher, even in the slightest.
he removes his hands to test you, chuckling softly at the sight of you riding him on your own, he then begins to groan, feeling you clench even tighter around his girth.
he begins to thrust into you while you rode him, earning a soft sob. you fell forward, your head landing on his shoulder as you both contribute to this filthy fuck.
"look at you... corrupted filth." jungkook insults, in an attempt to turn you on even more. you shook your head against his shoulder, your grinding now stopped. he notices this and stops, grabbing your hair gently as a way to lift your head.
"too tired, baby..?" jungkook questions while caressing your cheek. you close your eyes as you catch your breath.
"mm.. yes.." you admit softly, opening your eyes. he forcefully brings your face closer, capturing your lips into a messy kiss which you try to fight against. he bites your lip in response to your rebellion, earning another cry from your sweet lips.
he begins to thrust fast, hitting places you didn't even know were possible to reach. you moan against his lips, pulling yourself away as you cried from the pleasure.
you felt that same heat blooming in your stomach, jungkook's length only shoved itself further which makes you scream softly.
"stop.. stop.." you beg. you remove yourself from him, your juices gush all onto him, leaving him coated in a shiny, thin substance. you're still gushing, your vision whitening as he held you through your most intense orgasm yet. jungkook removes one hand from your waist and begins to jerk himself off to the beauty displayed right before him.
you look at him jerk off, your face still flushed from your arousal and embarrassment that slowly washes over. guilt soon follows, your harmful beliefs flood your thoughts. and this all happens as you watch jungkook desperately jerk himself off.
ropes of cum shoot out of his angry red tip, onto your stomach. you gasp, whimpering as you scoop the cum off of your stomach. you feel even more sick, his mocking smirk now engraved into your brain.
"fuck. so good." jungkook breathes out before grabbing your face, bringing you into a heated kiss which you briefly return back. again, you have no choice.
his aftercare is just helping you clean up, nothing more. you sit back down into the passenger seat, falling asleep while you recite prayers to repent for what you have just done.
...
jungkook eventually arrives at his house. it is a farmhouse situated in the middle of a cornfield. he picked this place because if one of his helpless victims were to escape, about 10 miles of cornfield surrounded his land, making it impossible to escape, and making it easier for him to find them.
he scoops you out of the passenger seat. he watches your limp body, smiling. he's proud that his good sex put you to sleep real good.
he enters his house with your body still in his hands. he walks up the stairs, and into his room. he grabs a remote, the huge bookshelf beside his bed moving to reveal a metal door.
he presses a code, 1997, into the keypad. he then enters the room, full of soundproof walls, yet it felt homey. he has a great sense of decor when it comes to homes, and this room would soon become your new home.
he gently lays you down on the bed. he then begins to take one limb after the other, tying each to a corner on the bed. you begin to stir, eventually awakening once he secured the final strap onto your left ankle.
"where the hell-"your breathing immediately quickened once you realized you are in a completely different place. your eyes quickly met jungkook's.
"baby.. don't freak out." jungkook whispered quietly, inching closer to you. you tried to move back, only to discover the restraints tying each of your limbs up. you're completely helpless and vulnerable.
"let- let me out!" you demand, shaking against the restraints that dug painfully into your skin. you want to cry, but you don't have the energy anymore. you just let out soft whimpers.
"please. don't freak out." jungkook repeats in a more serious tone, his eyes shift from gentle to something darker.
"i'll put you back to sleep." jungkook quietly promises, now standing on the side of the bed. your eyes meet with the handle of the gun that rested on his waistbelt. your breath catches in your throat.
you can't answer. you just look at him. he looks right back at you with the same hungry look from the moment you guys fucked.
he crawls onto the bed, his slow movements enhancing the sickening butterflies in your stomach. he didn't speak a word as he crawled closer, situating comfortably between your thighs.
"let me take care of you." jungkook flicks his lip ring with his tongue, expressing his hunger for you through actions. his hands reach your jeans shorts and panties, and rips them off with one simple action.
he gently inhaled the smell of your fear and developed arousal. you whimper softly at this violating act, which he enjoys.
"put you right to sleep..." jungkook promises softly before burying his face between your thighs. he gives a teasing lick along your slit before fully diving in.
his mouth latches onto your throbbing clit, causing you to cry out. he continues to suck, his mouth creating a comfortable rhythm which causes your back to arch in response. his tongue swirls against your bundle of nerves, causing tears to fall.
you whisper prayers as a way to cope with the pleasure that makes you feel incredibly shameful. you were kidnapped, coerced, extorted, and now you're letting the guy who did all of those things to you, touch you in ways that are meant for sacred purposes.
you feel a cold metal press against your hip, making you whimper in fear. this sends jungkook completely over the edge.
he gently nibbled on your clit, causing you to scream softly. your back arches even more. he moves his head side to side while slurping your juices up, creating obscene noises that made you feel more guilty.
"ahh- oh!" you exclaim. the swirling of his tongue increasingly drives you crazy. he moves down your cunt, gently sucking and pulling at your pussy lips before intruding your hole with his tongue.
his nose is pressed against your clit, breathing in your unforgettably fresh scent. his tongue continues to massage the walls of your vagina, the same warmth in your stomach beginning to make it's special appearance.
he presses the knife a little deeper, enough to draw blood which replaces your moans with panicked screams. he attempts to divert your attention from the blooming pain that's on your hip.
"do you like my sucking or licking better?" jungkook murmurs against your cunt. you struggle to pick an answer.
"i don't know.." you answer honestly. he hums against you. he begins to suck on your folds for a few seconds, he then switches to licking, making those same obscene noises. he keeps the knife pressed against your crimson hip.
"first or second option?" he tries to simplify what he means, acknowledging how innocent and pure you are.
"first." you mindlessly reply, immediately crying out loud when you feel your clit and folds being molded into his hot and oddly comforting mouth. you didn't know what to focus on: his talented mouth or the stinging pain on your hip.
he continues his comfortable suctions, making you completely forget about the newly inflicted wound. he sees you beginning to arch your back, your face flushing as your orgasm crept up.
"cum for me." jungkook growls gently while pressing further against your sensitive bud. you cry out loud as you spasm, waves of intense pleasure wash over you while he begins to lick you through your orgasm. you try to push away but he keeps you put, continuing to overstimulate you.
"s-stop..." you beg, feeling yourself crumble before him. he pulls back, ghosting a soft kiss over your pussy which makes your legs shake.
not even a minute after, your eyes roll to the back of your head, resuming your deep slumber. jungkook eyes the newly inflicted wound on your hip, producing dark fantasies and plans involving you. he gently cleans the wound, careful to not awake you.
this is just the start of you being his pretty little play thing. his sweet sinner. the one he'll keep forever.
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(i've never attempted dark romance... I hope it's good i'm literally freaking out right now LMAO.. also yes jungkook becomes batshit crazy he just is nice in the beginning so he can gain trust.. manipulation at its finest)
