summary: People know Jungkook as the online celebrity who always seems easy to reach through a screen. But outside the livestreams, music, and attention, he starts getting used to one thing more than anything else: having you beside him. What feels normal to you slowly becomes something heavier for him, until neither of you really knows what to do with it.
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For the next few days, you didn’t go to Jungkook’s place at all. Work had gotten busier, and by the time your shift ended, you were usually too drained to leave the house.
On top of that, your college friends kept stopping by your place almost every day to talk about some issue happening within your friend group recently.
“Honestly, I’m so tired of trying to understand Ara. Like seriously,” Soyeong groaned, aggressively scratching her head out of frustration. “Talking to her is exhausting because no matter what you say, she’s still gonna run back to that useless boyfriend of hers. This is exactly why I don’t wanna date. Love makes people so stupid.”
The two of them kept going back and forth about Ara while you sat in front of your laptop, eyes focused on the Excel sheet you were working on. You barely had time to join the conversation because of work.
“Honestly, it’s just draining,” you said once you finally had the chance to speak. “I was on a video call with her the other day, and I barely even talked. I just listened the whole time. Sometimes she really just needs someone there.”
“Oh wow,” Soyeong suddenly said with a teasing grin. “Look at you acting all understanding now that your love life is flourishing. So what’s the latest update with you and Jungkook?”
Your mood instantly dropped.
“You’re actually insane, you know that?” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Why are you even entertaining the stuff his fans make up?”
“Oh?” Soyeong raised both hands dramatically, a mocking smile on her face. “Why are you suddenly so defensive?”
“One more word and I’m kicking both of you out,” you warned flatly. “Idiots.”
Some days, you spent time with your friends or family just to keep yourself from getting too bored with work. Still, you and Jungkook kept in touch.
He sends you an endless amount of memes and random funny videos, to the point that most of your conversations in the inbox are just that.
Y/N: What are you even doing with your life right now?
You replied after he spammed you with another batch of ridiculous videos.
Not even a second later, your phone started ringing. It’s Jungkook.
“What do you want?” you said sarcastically as soon as you answered, placing your phone beside your laptop while you continued working through the afternoon.
“I got a new pair of headphones! And the best thing is, I got them for free.” He lifted the headphones toward the camera, proudly showing them off. Even through the screen, you could tell they were from one of the high-end brands everyone wanted right now.
“Good for you. So what are you even gonna do with the current one you have?”
“Actually, I don’t plan to use these yet. I’m probably just gonna display them here,” he responded with a small giggle.
He was working too. Replying to emails, brainstorming ideas for a new YouTube video, and handling whatever else came with his job.
The call lasted until your shift ended. Sometimes the two of you talked about random things, and sometimes you just stayed quiet, focused on your own work. The silence never felt awkward. Most of the time, you were both just there, doing your own thing.
“When are you coming over?” he asked before the call ended.
“Not sure. Still busy with work. I’m gonna let you know.”
Jungkook doesn’t really know what to do once the call ends. He has a list of things waiting for him, but his mind doesn’t settle on anything long enough to start properly.
He tries to follow the schedule he made for the night, thinking it would keep him productive, but he keeps switching from one task to another halfway through. Nothing sticks. He fixes something, then gets distracted, then forgets what he was doing in the first place.
At some point, he just starts pacing around his apartment in small circles, like movement alone might help him figure it out. Instead, he ends up deciding to do something that wasn’t even on his list. Cleaning.
He vacuums the floor, straightens up a few things, wipes down the kitchen counters, and even starts jotting down a small restock list of things he needs to buy.
As he tried to figure out what to do next, his gaze unconsciously drifted to the door of your room. You haven’t been here for a week. The door has stayed closed the entire time, untouched.
He walks over without really thinking and slowly pushes the door open. Everything inside is exactly how it was left.
The bed is neatly made. The floor is clean. Even the skincare you usually leave on the vanity is still lined up where you placed it. He moves slowly around the room, checking each corner like there might still be something out of place he can fix, but there’s nothing. Everything is already in order.
Almost absentmindedly, he opens your cabinet. He wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a few pieces of clothing, the usual.
But there’s more than he thought.
Folded clothes, a few hangers filled, items tucked in like you’d be staying longer than you actually are. And yet, you aren’t even here.
—
“Hey, man, are you even listening?”
Jungkook looks up at Jimin, who’s sitting across from him, casually sipping his iced coffee while watching him with an unimpressed expression.
“What?” Jungkook replies, a bit absentmindedly.
“Yeah, you’re definitely not listening,” Jimin says, setting his drink down on the table and crossing his arms.
“Sorry. What were you saying again?” Jungkook places his phone face-down on the table this time, trying to show he’s actually paying attention now.
Jimin is an internet personality like him, just in a different niche, and they’ve been close friends for a while. They met up today for a collab, but also just to hang out. Still, Jungkook has been distracted for the past few minutes, half-listening while scrolling through his phone during their conversation about work.
“This brand is seriously messing with me, I swear,” Jimin continues, leaning back in his chair. “The only reason I even agreed to this collab is that my manager kept saying a bunch of nonsense. It’s honestly irritating, but whatever, I just went along with it.”
Jungkook exhales softly, shifting in his seat and stretching his arms behind him.
“Didn’t I already tell you not to let your manager just decide things for you?” he says. “Just because they’re your manager doesn’t mean everything they push is actually good for you.”
“I know,” Jimin replies with a small sigh. “But since I’m still kind of new, I guess I just feel like…”
Jimin keeps talking, still mid-rant, completely into his story. But Jungkook’s phone suddenly vibrates on the table, and his attention shifts instantly.
He picks it up without thinking and glances at the screen. A text from you.
Y/N: I can’t with you 😑Y/N: Just get a hammer and hit yourself with it at this point
Jungkook presses his lips together, clearly trying not to smile as he types his reply. His eyes flicker between the screen and Jimin, like he’s pretending he’s still half-listening.
It wasn’t even anything serious. It started with you sending him a random relatable meme, and somehow, it just turned into back-and-forth teasing between the two of you.
After replying, he quickly places his phone back down on the table and turns to Jimin again, resetting his expression as if nothing had happened.
“Bro, that’s literally my point,” he continues smoothly. “Don’t just take everything your manager says as it is. They’re your manager, not the decision-maker. You’re the artist, so the final call should still be yours.”
—
For all 3 livestreams Jungkook did that week, he started going live at 6 PM. Normally, he would only turn it on around 10 PM and stay until he felt like ending it, depending on his mood or what he was doing. But without any clear reason, he had suddenly moved his schedule to 6 PM.
Today, he was live cooking dinner, chatting with viewers the way he usually does. It’s one of the things he enjoys most about streaming.
“I think I should cook the meat a bit more. Or not… what do you guys think?” he asked, leaning slightly closer to the pan as he read the chat.
He only ended the livestream after he finished eating, cleaned up, and washed the dishes. The moment he was done, he immediately called you on FaceTime.
You didn’t pick up right away.
That alone made him pause for a second. You usually answer quickly, or if you can’t, you at least cancel the call so he knows.
After the 5th ring, you finally answered, and he visibly relaxed.
“What took you so long to answer?” Jungkook asked as he settled back on his couch.
On the other end, you were clearly doing something. He noticed it immediately. You weren’t in sleep clothes, and your setup looked a bit rushed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly at the screen.
“I was curling my hair. My phone was just charging,” you said, adjusting the camera angle before going back to what you were doing.
“Where are you going?” he asked again, a little slower, like he already knew the answer but still wanted to hear it properly.
“I’m gonna meet up with my cousins again.”
“Nari’s in the city again?”
“No, she’s not. We just randomly decided to go to a cafe or something. There’s a new one downtown.”
He didn’t respond right away, just watching you through the screen, quiet for a moment. You glanced up at him, noticing the pause.
“Ah…” he finally says, softer. “You’re going out.” He answered.
“You’re done with your livestream?” you asked again, shifting the topic.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I did a cooking stream today.” His voice was lower now, more relaxed as he kept watching you move around your room.
“Yeah, I saw. I watched for a bit.”
For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. You continued getting ready, and he stayed on the call, just watching in silence, like it was normal.
“When are you coming over?” Jungkook asked eventually, his voice softer than before.
“Maybe this weekend. I’ll let you know.”
You finished your final touches, already halfway out the door, and said your quick goodbye before leaving.
For the past few minutes, Jungkook’s living area had been completely quiet, and even he had stopped moving around, letting the silence settle around him.
After you hung up, he lowered his phone onto his chest and stared up at the ceiling like it might somehow tell him what he was supposed to do with the rest of his night.
The problem was, he had nothing left to do.
For the past few days, he had been adjusting his schedule without really thinking much about it, making sure the rest of his evenings stayed free so he could spend them talking to you on the phone while doing random things around the apartment.
Now the night suddenly felt longer than usual.
Should he do something for work? Plan content, maybe? But he already did that the other day. Edit videos? His editor already handled most of that anyway. Go live again? He already streamed today.
Every option felt pointless the moment it came to mind. So he just stayed stretched out on the couch, doing absolutely nothing while trying to think of something that would make the night move faster.
He even considered sleeping early, but it was only 9 PM. There was no way he’d fall asleep this soon when his body was used to staying awake way past midnight.
As he sighed, he grabbed his phone again and opened your chat.
JK: What’s up with you and your cousins suddenly wanting to go to a café at 9 PM?JK: I doubt you guys are even going to a cafe, lmao
He stares at the messages he sent, waiting for your reply, even though he already knows there’s a chance you won’t answer anytime soon. Still, he keeps looking at the screen longer than necessary.
Nothing comes.
In the end, he decides to play a game for a while, though this time without livestreaming it. Just something to pass the time.
But even after loading into a match, he can already tell he’s not really into it tonight. His focus keeps slipping, his reactions are slower than usual, and he keeps making careless mistakes.
ShadowVex: @goldenscope please sleep. Your gameplay is actively ruining us 😭
Jungkook scoffs quietly at the comment, irritation immediately rising in as he continues playing.
“These shitass gamers should just go—”
He cuts himself off immediately, like someone might actually hear him through the walls.
The silence that follows makes him pause. Then it hits him a second later, and he exhales through his nose, half annoyed, half amused at himself.
For a brief moment, he even thinks about you. About how you’d react if you heard him like this, getting loud over a game again. Without fail, you’d probably walk straight to his room, knock on the door too hard, and tell him to quiet down.
In between rounds and loading screens, he keeps checking his phone whenever he gets the chance, but there are no notifications.
His jaw tightens slightly as he bites the inside of his cheek before locking back into the game again. And somehow, the match only gets worse from there.
They end up losing the round completely.
He takes a slow breath and picks up his phone again, unlocking it without really thinking. Your chat opens automatically, and he starts typing before he even fully decides what he wants to say.
JK: istg, I got bad luck today…
He kept typing out everything running through his head, until he suddenly stopped halfway and reread his own words.
Was he actually going to send it?
You still haven’t replied to his last message. And right now, you’re out with your cousins, probably laughing, eating, doing whatever you planned.
Meanwhile, he’s here, in his apartment, trying to act like it doesn’t matter that the screen is empty. It’s not even about needing a reply. It just suddenly feels like he’d be bothering you. Like he’s the one reaching too much.
He exhales softly through his nose and deletes what he typed, backspacing until the message disappears completely.
Instead, he scrolls back to your last conversation, rereads it for a second longer than necessary, then locks his phone again.
Jungkook leans back into his gaming chair with a sigh, letting the silence settle, and decides not to queue for another game.
—
There was already something off with Jungkook’s routine, but he never let himself think too much about it. Every time the thought almost surfaces, he brushes it aside like it’s nothing serious.
“Hey, Jung cock,” you call from the other side of the screen, using the ridiculous nickname with a grin.
He doesn’t respond right away, only glancing at the screen while waiting for you to continue.
“You home this weekend? I’m coming over.”
“Yes,” he answers immediately, straightening up a little on the couch without realizing it. “What time are you coming?” he adds, the shift in his voice is too quick to hide.
“Damn,” you laugh softly, “you miss me that badly?”
The comment catches him off guard enough to make him pause. It takes him a few seconds before he responds.
“I have somewhere to go,” he says casually. “What, you expect me to just abandon you here?”
None of that is even true. He doesn’t know why he says it so quickly, like he suddenly needs to cover up how eager he sounded a second ago.
“Wait, didn’t you just say you were home?” you reply immediately. “You’re not even making sense.”
“Yes, but I do have a quick errand—”
“Okay, fine. I’m not coming anymore,” you cut him off dramatically. “My bad for being such a burden. Go enjoy your little plans wherever you’re headed.”
“What?”
He knows you’re joking. Your tone makes it obvious. But somehow, he still finds himself answering carefully, like there’s a small part of him worried you might actually mean it if he says the wrong thing next.
“Where are you even going?” you ask while picking up your phone, casually scrolling through it without much thought.
“Uh…”
Jungkook’s mind immediately starts scrambling for something believable to say.
“I’m not sure yet, actually. My manager’s calling for a meeting or something.”
His manager absolutely did not call him for a meeting.
“But you can still come over,” he adds quickly, slipping back into his usual tone before the pause becomes obvious. “I missed your smelly feet.”
You immediately look up from your phone in disbelief.
“Dude, yours smells ten times worse! And that was literally one time after my feet got soaked in the rain. Duh!”
You move closer to your laptop as you continue defending yourself, as if this is somehow a serious argument now.
“Don’t bring the rain into this, Y/N!” Jungkook laughs, leaning back against the couch as he keeps teasing you.
The more defensive you get over something so stupid, the more amused he becomes.
Without telling you, he quietly grabs his phone and starts recording the screen for a few seconds, trying not to laugh too hard while you continue ranting about your “unfair accusations.”
He kept teasing you like usual, but somewhere in the back of his mind, relief and excitement started to build. He refused to admit it to himself, mostly because he didn’t even understand why he was feeling that way in the first place.
—
You were struggling the entire way over, carrying way too many things at once. A duffel bag stuffed with clothes, a laptop bag slung over your shoulder, your personal bag, and a paper bag with food that kept shifting every time you moved.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, trying to balance everything without dropping something.
You instantly regretted not asking Jungkook to come down and help you. At this point, you were seriously considering just dropping everything and starting over.
“I should’ve just used a luggage trolley,” you complain to no one in particular as you finally get closer to his unit, walking slower just to avoid everything slipping out of your hands.
When you reach his door, you immediately drop the duffel bag and paper bag on the floor and press the doorbell.
Once.
Then again.
Five seconds pass but no movement nor a sound on the other side either.
You press it again, more impatient this time, not really in the mood to wait around outside like this. After a few more relentless rings, the door finally opens.
“I was this close to leaving,” you say right away, rolling your eyes as you look at him. “What took you so long?”
You bend down to pick up your things, but halfway through, Jungkook is already taking them from you without a word.
“You literally have the password,” he says casually, stepping aside to let you in.
“I know,” you reply. “I just like making you walk a little.”
“I was in the restroom,” he says, ignoring your joke completely. “And you said you were gonna be late.”
You walk inside, still mid-complaint, and the moment you step in, you’re greeted by his apartment.
Spacious living room. Tall glass windows. Warm lighting spilling from the kitchen area. Everything looks clean, modern, and quietly expensive in a way that doesn’t feel loud. Just comfortable.
You still can’t fully get used to it. Even now, it doesn’t really feel like an “apartment.” It feels more like a high-end hotel suite someone actually lives in.
You immediately drop onto his couch.. The bags you dragged up from the parking lot feel even heavier now that you’re not holding them anymore.
“You know what, I shouldn’t even be bringing clothes anymore with how many I already have in the closet,” you say, more to yourself than to him.
“Yeah, why do you even carry all these bags? You should’ve called me,” he says, already picking up your duffel bag and laptop bag and walking them straight to your room. He leaves the paper bag on the table in front of you.
“I was planning to go grocery shopping, at least to buy you something, but I ended up getting takeout instead,” you call out a little louder since he’s already inside your room.
“Really? What did you get?” he asks as he walks back into the living room, sitting across from you and reaching for the paper bag.
“Chicken,” you answer simply, sinking deeper into the couch. “That’s the most convenient one.”
He doesn’t say anything after that. The room went quiet.
You stare up at the ceiling, replaying everything that happened today. It’s only 4 PM, but you felt like your exhaustion has already carried over into tomorrow.
“You know the house is still under construction, right?” you start, glancing over at him.
“I’m already busy with work, but now I feel like I’m part of the construction crew too. They keep running out of materials, so I’m the one buying everything. And don’t even get me started, they don’t have vehicles!” you continue, letting it all out.
He leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, fully listening.
“My mom really managed to find the most questionable construction team,” you add with a tired sigh. “I should’ve just handled it myself.”
You keep talking, letting the frustration of the day out, while he just listens.
He doesn’t interrupt. He just sits there, listening as you jump from one complaint to another.
“And what did your boss say?” he asks when you start telling him about work.
You’re pacing between your room and the living room, still halfway unpacking and fixing things as you talk.
“Of course she’s on my side. She’s not biased,” you reply, slipping another item into place without really thinking about it.
“I don’t even know how long I’ll stay here. I don’t want to go home while the house is still under construction. It’s too disruptive, even for work,” you add, more to yourself now than to him.
Jungkook stays on the couch the whole time, just watching you move around. He doesn’t really interrupt or try to steer the conversation. He just listens. Not because he didn’t care, but because having you there somehow made everything feel lighter.
It’s like the apartment finally stopped feeling too quiet.
“Why aren’t you eating yet?” you ask, walking past him as you fix something on the hanging shelf near the entrance.
He glances over, realizing you’ve been quietly fixing the mess he made earlier by stacking things there.
“I’m not that hungry yet. I’ll eat later,” he says.
“You already ate before I got here?”
“Not yet.”
“But you said you were hungry. That’s why I bought it.”
He pauses for a second.
Right. He was.
He just doesn’t feel like it anymore. Not because he’s not hungry, but because he’s more focused on you being here, moving around the space.
“You okay?” you ask suddenly, walking closer and nudging him to sit properly.
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’re acting weird,” you say, raising a brow.
He lets out a short laugh. “Oh, look who’s talking.”
He grabs a pillow and lightly throws it at you before getting up.
Later that evening, you end up ordering more food together. Your takeout wasn’t enough, and neither of you really had the energy to cook.
It takes longer than it should because Jungkook keeps overthinking what to get.
“Jungkook, I swear! Can you just order already? We’re not eating until tomorrow at this rate,” you say, already losing patience.
He hums like he’s seriously considering it. “Should I get pork? But we already have chicken…”
“Just give me the phone,” you cut in, standing up and grabbing it from him. “You’re so damn slow.”
He laughs under his breath, watching you with amusement as you take over.
And as you sit back down, still annoyed, he realizes something simple but clear—
He really likes getting on your nerves.
That night, he didn’t do anything related to livestreaming. He usually goes live on Saturdays, but tonight he just didn’t feel like it. Not when you had just arrived.
You were at the kitchen counter while Jungkook stayed in the living area, scrolling through TikTok on his phone. Then he paused on a comment from a video he had posted earlier, one in which you appeared in it.
‘Why is she always at your apartment?’
His smile grew instantly. He stood up, already walking toward you in the kitchen, phone in hand, camera open like he had just thought of something fun.
When he reached you, his smile only widened. You were sitting there with your laptop open, snack in hand, completely unaware of what he was about to do.
“What?” you asked, biting a chip.
“You’re gonna answer a question,” he says, clearly trying not to laugh already.
“What?” you ask again, more confused this time as you look between him and the phone in his hand.
Before you can even fully process what he’s doing, Jungkook presses record.
“People are asking,” he says as he turns the camera toward you.
The second you see the phone pointed at your face, you immediately cover yourself with the bag of chips.
“What the heck is that?!” you panic, trying to hide while Jungkook bursts into laughter beside you.
“Someone’s asking you something,” he says, trying to pull the chips away from your face, but you keep fighting him off.
“What is it this time?!”
“Someone asked why you’re always here,” he says through his laughter, still recording while the camera shakes slightly from how entertained he is.
“Huh?”
You slowly peek over the chip bag, glancing at the camera before looking at him.
“Someone asked why you’re always at my apartment,” Jungkook repeats, chuckling as he keeps the camera pointed at you.
“Dude, I’m 100% sure that question is for you!” you shot back.
“No—no, it’s literally for you,” he said, but he was already laughing too hard to sound convincing.
“You guys should be asking him that, not me,” you said on the camera, finally lowering the chips and grabbing another one like nothing happened.
“Why me?” he asked, still smiling.
“Because YOU literally ask me, ‘when are you coming back?’” you replied, mocking his tone slightly.
“I did not!” he laughed, the camera shaking as he tried to keep it steady.
“Good thing the food you have here is actually good,” you added casually.
“Wow. Thanks for that,” he said, his laughter softening into a grin. He turned the camera toward himself. “Honestly, guys, she’s just here for the food.”
He giggled again before stopping the recording.
The second the camera cut, you looked at him. “What’s your deal this time? Literally no one asked for that.”
“They did ask,” he insisted, already unlocking his phone again. “Look.”
He sat beside you, and the two of you leaned in to watch the clip he just recorded.
“See?” you said, pointing at the screen. “That question was for you. You’re actually insane.”
—
When the night got later, you and Jungkook ended up buying a few cans of beer. You had just wrapped up a freelance project, and a cold beer felt like the perfect way to end the day.
Good thing he was up for it. You'd noticed he wasn't as busy as he usually was, especially for a Saturday.
You were in his studio, playing mobile games with him. You never really played mobile games before, but somehow, Jungkook had managed to drag you into it.
“What are you even doing there?! Move!” you shouted, watching him waste time while you scrambled to gather every weapon you could find. You sat up straighter, fully invested in the match.
“No! Just wait!” he argued, stubbornly staying in the safe zone.
You glanced at him. He was smirking.
That only made you more frustrated.
“Bro, I swear, how can we even win this round?!”
But of course, he's fucking Jeon Jungkook, and this kind of game comes naturally to him.
Somehow, both of you ended up winning every round you played.
“Told you.” He set his phone down on the desk once the game ended and grabbed his can of beer. Taking a sip, he looked over at you with a smug grin playing at the corner of his mouth.
You already knew he was feeling way too proud of himself.
“Your strategy sucks.”
“But it works.” He chuckled, sinking deeper into his gaming chair. “Want another round?”
“I'm done. I'm getting sick of it.” You pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head and took a drink from your beer.
“Just admit that you have a skill issue.”
“Fuck you.” You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through your socials.
You'd been ignoring your messages all night, but eventually, you couldn't help checking them. You started backreading some of your group chats, especially the one with your college friends, and immediately regretted it when you realized how far up you had to scroll.
It was about Ara and her boyfriend again.
Honestly, you were already sick of it.
Good thing you'd been busy lately.
You were so focused on reading through the messages that you didn't even notice Jungkook had moved beside you. It wasn't until you felt his shoulder brushing yours that you realized he was reading along too.
Jungkook looked at you, and your eyes met.
A playful smile spread across his face while you gave him a deadpan glare. You nudged him away before going back to your phone.
“Stop being nosy!” That only made him laugh.
“You're looking pretty busy over there.” He poked your side, trying to tickle you, and you immediately shoved him away while he laughed even harder. “Is Ara still dealing with the same boyfriend problem?”
“Yeah. I'm so sick of it, though.” You closed your phone and took a long drink from your beer. “I'm tired of listening to the same drama over and over again.”
“You still want a boyfriend?” he teased.
“Don't get me started.” You rolled your eyes.
“What? I'm just asking!” he said defensively as he stood up and walked over to the mini fridge for another can of beer.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stared at the can for a second while opening it, as if he were lost in thought.
You rolled your eyes again.
He's being stupid.
“What?” He chuckled before taking a drink.
“I can't with you.”
That earned a giggle from him as he dropped back into his gaming chair.
“I'm not really in the mood to play.” He answered your question.
You raised an eyebrow. “And you just did?”
“No.” He laughed. “I mean, not really in the mood to stream.”
“But you normally do a livestream on Saturday.”
Jungkook pouted and looked away, pretending to think hard about it.
“Maybe tomorrow,” he said with a shrug. “I don't know.”
You only bought six cans of beer. 3 for you and 3 for Jungkook, but somewhere along the night, that didn't feel like enough.
You suggested making a run to the convenience store, but it was already 2 in the morning. Instead, Jungkook got up and pulled out a bottle from the liquor cabinet.
You weren't really a fan of hard liquor, but you were in the mood to drink, so you just went along with whatever he poured. Besides, he kept insisting that he had excellent bartending skills.
The two of you stayed up until 4 in the morning drinking.
At some point, music started playing in the background, and as the alcohol slowly kicked in, everything became funnier than it should've been. The two of you ended up laughing at the dumbest things.
Honestly, it felt like you were the only one who actually got drunk.
Jungkook's energy was still annoyingly high while you were already dizzy, stretched out on the couch in his studio.
He'd been talking and laughing for who knows how long when he finally glanced beside him.
Your eyes were already closed.
“Wow, you really fell asleep on me.” He chuckled.
Jungkook didn't realize how long he'd been staring until you suddenly twitched in your sleep.
He thought you were about to wake up.
You didn't.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he gently moved a loose strand of hair away from yours.
It was honestly funny how peaceful you looked while sleeping.
The last time you'd gotten drunk was years ago. You usually drank casually, but never enough to end up like this.
And for some reason, Jungkook had always found it adorable.
He finished the last sip of the cocktail he'd made and relaxed against the couch beside you.
For a while, he just sat there. The surroundings are quiet.
He took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling. The last time you'd been here was 2 weeks ago.
Only then did he realize he'd spent those 2 weeks sleeping alone in his huge apartment.
Which was ridiculous. He'd been living alone for years. It shouldn't have mattered.
His eyes drifted back to you. You were still sleeping peacefully beside him.
Without thinking, he reached over and lightly ran his fingers through your hair.
You're really adorable.
The thought came so naturally that it made him smile.
What he didn’t understand was why you being there made such a big difference.
When you were around, he felt calmer. His apartment felt less empty. More like home.
And somehow, that restless feeling he'd gotten used to carrying around always seemed to disappear whenever you were there.
The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind for a while. Tonight was just the first time he actually admitted it.
And honestly, he didn't like it. He didn't understand it.
★ snow and ice (a,f,s) | by @hayjeon
⤷ a friends w benefits au featuring snowboarder! jk and figure skater! reader during the Olympics! this was an amazing read. the tension, the jealousy, the pressure as participants in the olympics was soo well written. made me reread at least thrice.
★ in the dark ft. jimin (f,s) | by @jksangelic
⤷ wild sex with two of your hot best friends while stuck in a car in the middle of nowhere on Halloween night?? where do I sign up.
★ beneath his love (a,f,s) | by @ctrlsht
⤷ this fic had me hooked from start to finish 😭 what starts off feeling like a sweet romance slowly turns into something so much darker and more unsettling. the way jungkook's controlling/yandere tendencies were so subtly mentioned in the beginning of the fic and slowly progressed into full-blown emotional manipulation truly shows how well written this story is. i haven't been this invested in a yandere fic in a long time. the tension had me on edge the entire time, and i kept wanting to know just how far things would go. definitely one of those stories that stays in your head long after you've finished reading.
★ handle with care (f,s) | by @dreamersparacosm
⤷ the plot of this one is straight out of a porn movie but I have to agree. blue collar dick is infact a lifestyle. (esp if jungkook owns said blue collar dick) I need someone to fix my sink and rearrange my soul.
★ play you like a game, boy. (a,f,s) | by @lilliankoo
⤷ "he's mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED A MAN LIKE THAT WHERE DO I FIND HIM PLSPLSPSLPL
★ one night only (f,s) | by @mei-mei-fics
⤷ this fic was absolutely unhinged in the best way 😭 i came for jimin and stayed for the insane chemistry between all three characters. the dynamic between jimin and jungkook was so well balanced, and the tension just kept escalating with each word. definitely not for the faint of heart, but if you love filthy, intense, and completely addictive reads, this one delivers.
summary: People know Jungkook as the online celebrity who always seems easy to reach through a screen. But outside the livestreams, music, and attention, he starts getting used to one thing more than anything else: having you beside him. What feels normal to you slowly becomes something heavier for him, until neither of you really knows what to do with it.
parts: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5)
wc: 4k
“Do you really have to comment that?” Jungkook gave you a tired look, lips pressed into a thin line. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand planted against the mattress to support himself as he raised his phone toward you.
You glanced at the screen before pretending to be clueless. “Comment what?” you asked, brows lifting slightly.
“On my recent TikTok post.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You looked back at your laptop like the conversation was already over.
Of course, you knew.
Someone had commented under the video.
Are they together?
And you replied with a simple:
No.
“You’re actually no fun,” he muttered, dramatically falling back onto the bed. He kept scrolling through his phone, looking like a sulking kid who didn’t get what he wanted.
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. Sometimes, the things he did were genuinely ridiculous. Half the time, you couldn’t understand what went on inside his head.
The TikTok itself was stupidly funny.
It was supposed to be a dance trend, but by the 5th take, you still couldn’t follow the choreography. In the video, Jungkook was dancing perfectly while you stood there looking annoyed before eventually walking out of frame entirely.
Apparently, people found it hilarious. The video had already started gaining attention.
He always acted way too entertained whenever people assumed the two of you were dating.
He would never admit it directly, but he always brought up comments and theories about you two dating. Sometimes he’d randomly read them out loud beside you, looking way too entertained for someone who claimed he “didn’t care.”
You honestly found it stupid. Like, genuinely stupid.
But at the same time, you figured maybe it was one of the reasons people stayed interested in his content. Fans loved creating stories out of small interactions, and Jungkook clearly enjoyed feeding into it more than he should.
You weren’t exactly new to appearing in Jungkook’s videos. You sometimes end up in his videos, especially the daily vlogs or lifestyle ones. It’s not intentional, but because you’re always around him, it’s hard to avoid getting caught on camera.
Sometimes, you’re the one trying to stay out of the frame because you don’t really want to be included, but you can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose or if he really just keeps finding ways to include you.
“Jungkook?” It’s 6 in the evening, and you called out as you walked toward his studio room. The door was already open, letting you peek inside.
He was sitting in front of his desktop, comfortably slouched against his gaming chair with his giant headset on. Even then, he still heard you. He pulled one side of the headset away from his ear before turning to look at you.
“Hm?”
The main lights in his room were off, leaving only the LED lights around his desk glowing softly. From where you stood, you could clearly see his wide eyes fixed on you.
“I’m going home already.”
That was all you said, but the way his face immediately dropped made it look like you had personally betrayed him.
“Why?” he asked instantly, removing the headset completely this time.
“It’s Friday. Didn’t I tell you I was going home on Friday?” you said matter-of-factly.
“Today’s Friday?” he asked innocently.
You rolled your eyes, already finding him ridiculous.
Instead of answering, you simply turned around and walked away, but he quickly stood up and followed after you.
“It’s late already,” he argued.
He trailed behind you all the way to your room, or technically still his room, considering this was where you stayed whenever you slept over at his place. You continued packing your things while he hovered nearby.
“What timezone are you living in? It’s literally only 6,” you said sarcastically. “How is that late?”
“Why are you even going home?”
You didn’t answer right away. You already knew where this conversation was heading. He was acting stupid again.
“Because I have a home too?” you replied. “Dude, I’ve been here since Monday.”
“And?”
A laugh escaped you in disbelief.
“I can’t with you.”
You heard him chuckle behind you while you continued packing your things, making you glance at him for a second.
He casually threw himself onto the bed beside you, resting against the mattress as he looked up at you with a grin.
“I thought this was your home?”
You scoffed. “Can you not? You’re literally just here to make things harder.”
You were busy stuffing your pouches into your bag when he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
A scream immediately left your mouth as you fell straight onto him, your back hitting his chest while he burst into laughter. His arms quickly wrapped around your waist before you could get away.
“Jungkook!”
You kept struggling while he only laughed harder, holding you tighter every time you tried to move.
“You fucker!”
His laugh was right beside your ear now, warm breaths brushing against your neck as he buried his face there for a second.
You kept trying to pry his arms off you until your energy slowly gave out. Eventually, you stopped fighting altogether, breathing heavily from exhaustion.
“You’re actually stupid,” you muttered between breaths.
His laughter gradually faded, but his arms stayed around your waist.
For a few quiet seconds, neither of you moved.
Then he buried his face deeper against your neck, his hold loosening slightly without fully letting you go.
“Can you just stay?” he asked softly.
His voice came out quieter this time.
You didn’t move away immediately either. Somehow, you had gotten too comfortable in his arms already, enough to let him pull you closer while he adjusted his hold around you.
“That’s enough. Get off me,” you said after a moment, finally pushing his arms away before quickly standing up.
You went back to packing your things while he stayed on the bed, silently watching you.
“Aren’t you streaming?” you asked.
“I’m editing sponsorship content,” he answered lazily from the bed.
“Then go continue whatever you were doing.”
“When are you coming back?” he asked instead, completely ignoring your comment.
You chuckled while zipping up your bag. “Bro, I haven’t even left yet.”
You glanced around the room before speaking again. “I’ll leave some of my skincare here, though. I still have more at home anyway.”
“See?” He grinned immediately. “You basically live here already. At this point, you should start paying rent.”
“You literally have enough money to buy this whole building,” you said while slipping your bag over your shoulder. Crossing your arms, you looked at him properly.
You were about to say something else when he suddenly stood up.
“Wait, you’re leaving now?”
You stared at him. “Didn’t I just say that?”
“This early? You haven’t even eaten yet. Eat first before you go.”
A laugh escaped you. “Wow. Wasn’t it just a minute ago when you said it was already late?”
You started fixing the bed again despite already cleaning the room earlier. He had managed to mess it up within seconds.
“No need. I’m meeting Soyeong and the others anyway.”
“Are you coming back tomorrow? I can drive you home tonight and pick you up tomorrow.”
You paused mid-movement before slowly turning to him.
“Are you insane? I’m not coming back here tomorrow.”
“Then Sunday?”
“No. I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know.”
“How about Monday—”
“Next month.”
“What?!”
The horrified look on his face almost made you laugh.
Now that he kept asking, you suddenly found yourself actually thinking about when you’d come back. You hadn’t even considered it yet. You’d already been staying here since Monday, which was honestly rare these days. Before this, the longest you stayed was probably 3 days max before missing home too much.
Not that you hated being here.
You just never really thought about coming back immediately after leaving.
“Don’t you get tired of being with me all the time?” you asked eventually.
“No?” he answered instantly, like the question itself didn’t make sense.
You grabbed your laptop from the kitchen island, finally ready to leave for real this time.
“You should seriously get a girlfriend or something.”
“Isn’t that you?”
You groaned immediately. “Oh, shut up.”
Your “sleepovers” at Jungkook’s place started around the time you got your remote job a year ago.
At first, he just invited you over to hang out while you worked. You brought your laptop one day, stayed the night because it got too late, then somehow woke up realizing this had quietly become part of your routine.
His place was only around 40 minutes away from your house, close enough to go back and forth easily. But sometimes, especially at night, 40 minutes felt unnecessarily far when you were already comfortable where you were. So instead of driving home, you’d tell yourself you’d just stay for one night and leave the next morning.
Then one night turned into weekends.
And eventually, staying at Jungkook’s place stopped feeling like visiting and started feeling weirdly normal.
“Text me when you get home, okay? And be careful,” Jungkook said as you got into your car. He was still standing by the door, one hand already on it like he was about to close it for you.
“Yes, sir,” you replied lightly, starting the engine.
He leaned in again before you could fully pull away, quickly pecking the top of your head.
You immediately made a face, letting out a small whine.
He pulled back just in time, laughing under his breath before you could even push him away properly.
“Come back on Wednesday!” he called out, then shut the door before you could even react or hit him back.
Jungkook watched as your car disappeared out of the building’s parking lot, his eyes still fixed on the road long after you were gone. He didn’t even realize how long he’d been standing there.
Now the parking lot was empty.
He brushed a weird feeling off and headed back to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, the silence hit him immediately, but he ignored it and walked straight to his bedroom to continue editing sponsorship content. It was for a local clothing brand, and the deliverables had to be submitted tonight for approval.
Basically, he needed everything done before 9 p.m. since he had a gaming stream at 10. There wasn’t even that much left to edit, but for some reason, he just couldn’t focus anymore.
Jungkook leaned back against his gaming chair, pulling off his headset before grabbing his phone. It was already 7 p.m. You should be home by now. It had been over an hour since you left.
So he sent you a text, but five minutes passed and you still hadn’t replied.
His brows pulled together slightly before he tapped your contact again and called.
No answer.
“Huh?”
He immediately sent you multiple texts, asking where you were and why you weren’t answering.
“What the heck?” he muttered under his breath.
After a few more seconds of staring at the screen, he finally tossed his phone onto the desk and forced himself to continue editing. He didn’t even know why he was getting worked up over it. Maybe you were still driving. Maybe traffic was bad. Maybe your phone was on silent. Either way, he tried to let it go.
But the second his phone buzzed with a notification, he grabbed it almost instantly and opened the message.
Y/N: Why? I’m with Soyeong and the others.
Oh. Right.
You told him earlier that you were meeting your college friends tonight. He completely forgot.
Jungkook let out a quiet breath before putting his phone back down.
At 10:30, he started his live stream and loaded into his usual game. He normally streamed a few times a week, mostly gaming, but sometimes he’d just go live to talk to his viewers whenever he felt like it.
Even with his packed schedule, streaming was still something he genuinely enjoyed. It was where everything started for him, and no matter how busy life got, it remained part of his routine.
---
It had been two days since you left his apartment, and Jungkook slowly went back to his usual routine while waiting for Wednesday to come around again.
He was at the gym, walking on the treadmill, when he took a picture of the machine and sent it to you.
JK: Finally, I was able to go back to the gym again
A small smile stayed on his face after hitting send. During the entire week you stayed at his place, he only managed to go to the gym once. He kept asking you to come with him, but you always refused, saying you didn’t have gym clothes.
Which was a complete lie, considering he bought you some forever ago.
Y/N: Now you’re blaming me?
Y/N: You’re only blaming me because you were just looking for an excuse not to go, asshole
JK: you keep asking me to go out during my gym schedule. still your fault :P
Y/N: Bitch….
---
It was already past midnight on a Tuesday, and Jungkook was both on FaceTime with you and live streaming at the same time.
The two of you had been on call since the evening, neither bothering to hang up, so he just decided to start his stream while staying on FaceTime with you.
He was currently playing a new game one of his viewers recommended, and honestly, it was pretty fun. It was the kind of game he played whenever he wanted a break from his usual ones.
In the middle of playing, he glanced at the phone resting beside his monitor. You were still there, laying on your bed with only your upper body visible on the screen while scrolling mindlessly through your phone. You were using your laptop to FaceTime him again.
“Are you going to sleep?” Jungkook asked after muting his mic connected to his stream.
You slowly looked up. “Are you talking to me?”
“Who else would I be talking to, dummy?”
“Your viewers, obviously.” You looked back down at your phone, continuing to doom-scroll.
“What time are you sleeping?” he asked again.
“Maybe 1?” you answered absentmindedly.
“You’re coming here on Wednesday, right?”
“Yeah.”
It wasn’t even 1 a.m. yet when Jungkook noticed your phone resting against your face while you stayed completely still.
He stared at the screen for a second before realizing you had fallen asleep in the middle of scrolling again.
Honestly, he wasn’t even surprised anymore. It happened all the time.
While playing, a comment suddenly caught Jungkook’s attention, making him read it out loud.
“Are you with Y/N?”
“Yeah, but we’re just on FaceTime,” he answered with a small chuckle. “She’s already asleep though. Don’t worry, she can’t hear me. I’m muted.”
Hours passed, and you still hadn’t moved once on the screen.
At some point, Jungkook noticed his phone battery getting low. Instead of ending the call, he immediately reached for his charger and plugged it in so the FaceTime wouldn’t disconnect.
But about an hour later, the call suddenly ended anyway.
He frowned slightly and glanced at the phone screen for a second. You didn’t hang up, and he never saw you move either, so he quickly figured out what happened.
Your laptop probably died while you were asleep.
Guess you forgot to plug it in before passing out.
---
Wednesday came, and it was the busiest day of Jungkook’s week. He had a brand photoshoot in the morning, a podcast collaboration with another creator in the afternoon, and somehow, he still planned on squeezing in a gym session before the day ended.
Even with his packed schedule, he still remembered to call you and remind you to come over after your shift ended at 5 p.m.
“I’m not sure what time we’ll finish filming the podcast later,” he said while on FaceTime with you. His makeup team was currently getting him ready for the photoshoot. “But if it ends early, I can swing by and pick you up.”
“Where even is your shoot?” you asked distractedly, barely looking at the screen while doing something on your laptop.
“Around Seodaemun District.”
Your head immediately lifted at that.
“That’s so out of the way, Jungkook.”
Your tone was flat as you looked back at your laptop, and Jungkook instantly started giggling under his breath. He didn’t even answer right away, too busy finding your reaction cute for no reason. Honestly, he just liked hearing you react to things.
He was about to reply when his makeup artist suddenly leaned closer, small brush in hand.
“Sorry, can you close your eyes for a second?” she asked softly.
Jungkook nodded and closed his eyes immediately.
The room fell quiet while she applied eyeshadow on him, and before anyone could say anything else, your voice suddenly came through the phone. Quiet, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
“Let’s just talk later. Bye.”
“Wait—”
The call ended.
“Oh, sorry,” the makeup artist apologized immediately, but Jungkook quickly shook his head.
“Oh no, it’s fine. Are we done?” he asked softly, smiling at her through the mirror.
She chuckled lightly. “Almost.”
Jungkook wanted to text you, but with his eyes closed again, he couldn’t exactly do much, so he just placed his phone on top of the vanity table and waited.
“So… what’s the score between the two of you?”
Jungkook almost jumped a little at the sudden voice. He didn’t even realize his manager was nearby until she spoke.
“What do you mean?” he asked, a small laugh slipping out of him as he finally opened his eyes when the makeup artist pulled away, silently telling him she was done.
“Oh wow, acting innocent now?” his manager teased as she walked over, looking at him through the mirror. “That doesn’t suit you at all.”
“I seriously didn’t even know you were there.”
“Well, obviously,” she said with a snort. “You were too busy flirting with your Y/N over there.”
Before walking away, she gave the back of his head a playful smack, making Jungkook laugh under his breath.
For Jungkook, it was just another normal, casual call with you. Nothing special.
But for you, it felt a little different. A little embarrassing, even if you didn’t fully know why.
You could already picture the people around him in that room while he was talking to you so casually, like he was alone. It wasn’t even anything serious, but it still felt like a public display of affection in a weird way. You didn’t dwell on it for too long, though. You just let it go.
Later that day, your cousin Nari invited you out. She was in the city, hanging out with the rest of your cousins. Out of all of them, she was the only one who didn’t live in Seoul, so every time she came by, it was basically a must to meet up.
But you had already promised Jungkook you’d stay at his place after your shift, so you were stuck deciding between the two.
You were about to message Jungkook to ask what time his shoot would end when he texted you first.
JK: won’t be able to hit the gym. got a meeting with the manager for another brand deal 🙄
You stared at the message for a second.
Oh good. I hope it takes longer.
You were still typing when another message came in.
JK: But you can come home already. You should be cooking for me since I’ve been working all day!
Y/N: wow okay. Since when did I become your mother? Am I supposed to feed you now?
JK: Wait, why, child? Can’t I at least be the husband?
Y/N: husband? please. You haven’t even passed the boyfriend level.
JK: You really didn’t have to attack me like that 😭
Y/N: 😛
Y/N: I’ll wait until you’re home before I go.
Y/N: Nari’s in the city. We’re gonna grab coffee or something, then I’ll go straight to your place after.
Your plan to meet Nari, along with your other cousin, still pushes through, but it doesn’t end up the way you expected.
The original plan was simple: everyone meets at your place around 5 p.m., then you all head to a café after. But most of them were late. Even Nari. And by the time everyone actually showed up, it was already evening. Someone suggested chicken and beer instead, and just like that, the plan shifted. You all ended up at a pub near your place.
Honestly, it wasn’t even common for all of you to be together like this. The only reason it ever happens is Nari. She’s the one who brings everyone together whenever she’s in the city.
And because of that, the night gets busy fast. You’re caught up talking, laughing, and moving from one conversation to another that you don’t even check your phone.
When you finally do, it’s already close to 10 p.m.
And there are a lot of messages from Jungkook. Two missed calls, too.
JK: We’re done. You with Nari already?JK: What time are you gonna come home?*missed call*JK: I went to the gym. I’ll wait for you before I go home.JK: heeeyyyJK: I bought a few cans of beer lol*missed call*JK: y/nnnnn!
You type a reply.
Y/N: Sorry, phone was silent. Are you home?
JK: Yeah. Want me to fetch you? Where did you and your cousins end up?
Y/N: In a pub lol. But nah, don’t fetch me.
You stay a little longer after that, about an hour before everyone finally decides to call it a night. Nari was supposed to head home too, but it’s already too late, so you offer for her to stay over at your place instead.
Since she’s staying, you decide not to leave her alone either. Even if you technically could still go, you choose to stay with her for the night.
Before settling in, you message Jungkook again.
Y/N: Nari’s staying over. I won’t be able to come tonight.
Jungkook was going through a song he wanted to cover, casually drinking a can of beer, when your message came in.
It was already 11 p.m. when he checked the time. He pulled off his headphones and opened your chat.
He hovered for a moment, thumb resting on the keyboard, not really sure what to say. After a few seconds, he finally typed and sent his reply.
JK: You’re letting me drink alone?!JK: jk. haha, tell Nari I said hi
Right after sending it, he put his phone down and went back to his headphones, picking up where he left off with the song.
It was an English country-pop track he wanted to cover, but the more he practiced, the more he kept messing up. His focus wasn’t there at all.
He kept glancing at his phone between takes until he finally stopped altogether and walked out of his studio for a break.
His eyes landed on the beer and snacks sitting on the kitchen island, the ones he had prepared for when you came over.
He stared at them for a few seconds, then quietly put most of them away.
He left two bottles out, then stood there for a moment longer than he needed to.
He tried going back to record after that, but it still didn’t work. He kept messing up lines, losing focus, and checking his phone more than he should. After a few failed attempts, he gave up and decided to go live instead.
“We’re not going to play tonight, guys,” he said with a small laugh as the stream started. “I was trying to record a cover, but I still need to practice more. Maybe I’ll just sing on live instead. What do you think?”
He kept the stream going, talking and singing with his viewers, using it as a distraction.
But between everything, his eyes still kept drifting to his phone. He didn’t say it out loud, but he was waiting for your reply the entire time. And every time he checked and saw nothing, it hit a little more than he expected.
I’ve wanted to do this for a while, so here it is! It took some time, but it was necessary for me to better organise everything. It will keep being updated. I hope it can help anyone find fics they like. Also, I would like to thank all those amazing authors for giving us such amazing stories! Happy reading🫶🏾
Warnings/Genre: Yandere, Dark Romance, smut, toxic relationship, manipulation, forced pregnancy, childhood trauma (non descriptive), Jungkook is all around a very mentally ill man in this fic
Word count: 6k
SUMMARY: You was supposed to go on vacation with your friends. Jungkook was supposed to be okay with it. Instead, engagements fall apart. Careers disappear. Homes become unaffordable. And every reason You have to leave is quietly taken away. Jungkook calls it love. You will learn it’s something much worse.
Note - Ahh I'm so late, sorry! I was planning to post this tomorrow but since I'm back home now I didn't see the pint in waiting. Enjoy part 2!
not proof read so apologies for any spelling or grammar fuck ups
- Ryeon <3
Part one | Masterlist
Chapter Two
You had left Yoongi and hour ago and his words still rang in your head.
“I…haven’t spoken to Jungkook today?”
Why would he lie? Yoongi had no reason to make that up but why would your Fiancé lie to you? What would be the reason to plant evidence to make Jessy accuse Yoongi of cheating? None of this was making sense to you.
You were fortunate that your office building was located in the middle of the city centre, only a few meters from Jungkook’s office building, so had lots of places to walk to clear your head.
Speaking of Jungkook, you felt the constant vibration on your hip coming from your phone. No doubt it was him blowing you up probably asking where you were as usually around this time you walk over to his office so you can head home together but you just couldn’t face him right now.
Were you being stupid? The more you thought about it, Yoongi had a lot of reasons to lie. He had just been caught doing the most deplorable thing to someone he claimed to have loved and now he was flailing around like a fish out of water trying to come up with any excuse to save his own sorry skin.
But that look on his face. You knew that he wasn’t lying but that possibility made your stomach turn worse than the news of his infidelity ever could.
No.
It was none of your business. This was between him and Jessy. Your only responsibility was to be there for your friends. Well, both of your friends at this point because it felt as though all of your lives were being flipped on its head at the moment.
You whipped out your phone and called the only person that could ground you at this very moment.
“Hello”
“Millie, hey, is now a good time to talk?”
And talk you did. You spilled everything to her. Everything that had happened in the past 24 hours poured out of you like puke. She was just as floored as you were but Millie had always had a good head on her shoulders.
You met her when you were both 6. One day you came to school toting matching Bratz dolls and you had been inseparable since. Through every achievement and every heartbreak she had been right by your side.
“That’s insane.” She said, her disbelief mirroring yours.
“Right? I have no clue what to do.”
“I think you should talk to Jungkook. I’m sure there will be some kind of rational explanation.”
That was a very Millie response. Ever since you and Jungkook had gotten together she had been your number one supporter. Always encouraging you to hear him out when he was being difficult and to push through the hard bits to relish in the good ones. Millie was like that, a true romantic. She loves love and loves when the ones she loves find the ones they love. You saw first-hand how much she loved and were with her every step of the way when she was going through her solo IVF process. You knew baby Ty would be the most loved baby in the world because you got to experience a fraction of the love from his mum that he would get to have in bucket loads.
“You’re right, Mills. I’ll talk to him about this. He’s probably wondering where I am.”
“Okay no worries. I need to get Ty a bottle anyway, he’s being so fussy today. I think he may be teething and he has this new terrifying habit of rolling over into stuff. He’s clumsy just like his mama. We even have matching bruises on our arms from that stupidly enormous rocking chair zebra that you and Jungkook got him. Thanks a lot for that by the way, it literally doesn’t fit anywhere Y/N.”
“One: you’re very welcome and two: that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. No one would expect any child of Millie’s to have any hand eye co-ordination.” You joked.
“Ha Ha. Anyway, don’t let me keep you. Tell Jungkook we said Hi. I’m gonna give Lisa and Jessy a call later, just to check in. See ya.”
With that you bid her farewell and started the walk back to Jungkook’s office.
As you entered the enormous glass structure, you immediately collided into a hard broad chest. You looked up and saw a familiar pair of dark, big, brown eyes glaring back at you with nothing but fury inside of them.
“Where the fuck have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting you for an hour. I was going out to look for you myself.” Jungkook growled through gritted teeth.
“Sorry, I just went for a walk to clear my head. Lisa called today with bad news and with that on top of everything that’s happening with Jessy, I just, needed some air.”
His eyes softened at that.
“Oh, is everything okay?”
“Not really. Lisa got fired this morning and she’s having a hard time finding anyone else to consider her for a job anywhere else.”
He looked at you with a sympathetic smile plastered on his face.
“Baby, I know you care about your friends but you shouldn’t be this involved and stressed over issues that don’t concern you.” He hummed while stroking your arms to sooth you.
“I know but I can’t help it. I saw how hard she worked for that job and you know as well as I do that no one on this planet does Lisa’s job as well as she does.”
He nodded in agreement so you continued.
“So I was wondering, would you be able to take her on here?”
You felt his hands still his movements on your arms.
“I don’t know baby. I know Lisa is great at what she’s done but there has been word going around about her professional conduct and with the new real estate acquisition, I don’t know if my company can afford the liability.”
“Please, for me?” You asked looking up at him in the way you know is hard for him to resist.
“I’ll think about it. Now, let’s go home I’m starving. I feel like a baby in need of a bottle. A bottle of something strong” he laughed, taking your hand is his as you walked to his car.
“Oh that reminds me, I spoke to Millie today as well. Her and Ty are doing good. Turns out she gave birth to a baby just as clumsy as she is. Matching bumps and bruises on the arms and everything.” You both laughed, knowing full well how accident-prone Millie is.
“I don’t know whether to be find that adorable or terrifying.” Jungkook snorted.
“Did you call her to talk about Lisa?”
“Yeah, I just needed her advice about what to do with Jessy and Lisa and…” You paused.
“And what, my love?”
You were going to listen to Millie’s advice and ask him out right about Yoongi but something in you told you not to. There was a small voice inside you that begged you to keep that to yourself for the time being and you listened.
“...and the trip.” You lied.
“Is that even still happening?” He asked while getting into his side of the car.
“I doubt that Jessie and Lisa will feel like going, everything considered.”
“Oh shit, you’re right. I didn’t even think about that. Ugh I feel like such a dick, thinking about a trip while my friends are going though it.” God, sometime you could be so dense.
“Don’t worry baby, there will be other trips.”
You nodded. You felt dejected but he was right. You and your friends were solid, so when thigs have settled again there would be plenty of time for all of you to go away another time.
“Worst comes to worst, I can still go with just Millie.” You conceded.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
He didn’t answer.
You and Jungkook drove home in comfortable silence. For about 10 minutes before the quiet was broken by a topic you could have never predicted.
“I know we talked about it briefly and you said you weren’t dead set on having one but what do you imagine our kids would be like.” Jungkook asked, eyes never leaving the road.
“What’s up with you Jeon. Why all of a sudden do you have baby fever?” You asked, eyes glued to his side profile.
“I dunno. It’s just all the talk about Millie and Ty and Ty being like her. I’d want our baby to be just like you.” He said wistfully.
“What? My same grumpy attitude in the morning, my poor time management and my ability. to piss you off?” You smiled.
“All of you, baby. I wouldn’t ask for anything different”
“You’re getting soft on me Mr Jeon. You better pray it’s a boy. I fear a little mini Y/N would be able to walk all over you.”
“And I’d let her, that’s the worst part. My girls. And yes, I mean MY girls. Don't call me selfish, I hate sharing'” He joked back. But you could tell, he wasn’t joking. He was imagining this. The thought of you and Jungkook being parents both excited and terrified you. Sure, you’d love the baby wholeheartedly but you feared you wouldn’t be as apt to motherhood as Millie was. At least not right now. You had too much you wanted to do, too much to achieve and too much you wanted to see. Having a baby would put a halt to all of that.
“Let’s try and get the wedding out of the way first big boy.” You giggled.
“All this ‘getting Y/N pregnant’ talk is getting me in the mood, baby.”
“Oh yeah? I know I’m on birth control but do you want to give it a practice try, my love” You suggested in that soft, pretty voice that he loved so dearly.
“Absolutely.”
20 minutes later you fount yourself whimpering with this deep inside you.
Jung-Jungkook…” You could hardly speak, but you wanted him to know how good he felt, dragging his thick cock along your walls.
“You’re always so tight for me, my love. I want to fill you up so badly—” he panted, hair damp with sweat clinging to his forehead, his muscles tense from trying to keep from cumming to soon.
“I—I want that too…” you struggled to say. The reciprocation of his desire caused a smirk to paint across his face.
“Gonna give you my child, Y/N, want you…want you to give me a baby—” his hips flexed and your toes curled as you imagined his release, thick and powerful as you let him fill you.
Although there was no way for you to get pregnant, thanks to your birth control, imagining Jungkook getting you pregnant was more erotic than you could have ever imagined.
“Yes, please, my love, fill me up.” You moaned as you stared into his dark lust filled eyes. You reached up to brush some of the hair from his face and he placed a soft kiss on your hand. With a controlled roll of his hips, he took his hand between your bodies, searching for your neglected clit until his thumb began to make firm circles with your essence. The intense pleasure made you tug at his hair. He hissed, his mouth now dropping to your neck marking and kissing you with a frenzied passion.
“I love you so much. Do you know that? I would do anything for you. I would burn down the whole world just to keep you by my side. You have to know that, baby.” He grunted against your neck, hips suddenly stuttering, faltering in their rhythm, you both knew you could can no longer hold back, and with a final growl, he slammed into you one last time as he shot thick spurts of cum inside of you.
He remained inside you, still making shallow thrusts as you both came down from you orgasms. Both extremely sensitive and overstimulated but neither of you caring enough to fully come to a halt.
“I love you.” You declared with a gentle kiss upon his lips.
He pulled back to look at your face, completely glowing as he leaned down again to pepper light kisses all over it before finally removing himself from you.
You both lay there naked basking in the glow of your lovemaking. The stress of the day completely forgotten, at least just for a moment.
“So how was that practice run?” You giggled while looking over at your spent fiancé.
“Perfect baby. If that was anything like our real run is going to be, we’re gonna be pros.”
After you both had gotten changed into your house clothes, you separated for a brief time. He said during the time between you not answering your phone and him finding you, he had not been able to do any work. So he headed to his home office to make some last-minute calls before he settled down for the evening.
This made you feel a little guilty for ignoring him so to make amens, you made his favourite dinner. The nanny he had growing up showed you how to make it exactly to his liking. She had been more of a mother to Jungkook than his actual mother had. But she was let go by the family when Jungkook turned 13 as the family feared Jungkook was growing far too attached to her. They reconnected when Jungkook was an adult as he always saw her as a maternal figure. She’s a really sweet lady and upon your first meeting, she opened up about how Jungkook was growing up. She told you that he was an extremely co-dependent boy. Throwing ear shattering tantrums anytime she left his sight. All day he clung to her, terrified that she would disappear. It worried her of course but seeing how his family treated him so coldly, she was glad to be at least one person in his life to show him kindness, warmth and love. She approved of you immediately after seeing how much Jungkook doted on you. In reality, her admission should have scared you off but on the contrary, it put you at ease. Jungkook’s obsession with you in the early stages of your relationship made sense. He held onto you so tightly because he was scared, you’d disappear if he let go. But you’d put in the work over these last 5 years to show him that you weren’t going anywhere. He knew that now. Right?
By the time that you had let your thoughts carry you away, dinner was ready. It didn’t normally take Jungkook this long to finish calls so you walked to his office to see what was taking so long.
“Yes. That’s right. The child has bruising on their body. Yes. With the mother. That’s right. Do you have the address or would you like me to repeat it?”
Who was he talking to? You didn’t want to eavesdrop so you knocked his door lightly to let him know you were there.
He looked to where you were and smiled at you. He began to wrap up his call.
“Who was that?” You asked.
“I believe one of my employees in the office is being neglectful to her children. I didn’t want to but all this baby talk has got me feeling a sense of responsibility to report it.” He replied, leading you both out of his office.
He was calm and his reply didn’t seem rushed or rehearsed. You had no reason at all to disbelieve him. But you couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling.
It stayed with you all through dinner. You sat opposite of your soon to be husband with a feeling wrapped around you that you’d never felt before. Doubt.
Jungkook had never done anything to raise such doubt but you really couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. You thought it was probably the talk you had with Yoongi weighing on your mind. You debated to yourself if you should ring it up or just leave it.
“What’s got you all worried? Your friends?” He asked, sipping his red wine.
“Sort of?” You answered as honestly as you could.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“I saw Yoongi today.” The words left your mouth before you had a chance to even process them. You watched him carefully to gauge his reaction. His chopsticks stayed steady in his hand. If he was phased by your admission, he hid it masterfully.
“Oh yeah? What did he say?”
“He said a lot of things.”
“Such as?” He prodded.
“He told me he didn’t cheat on Jessy”
“And you believed him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Believing a guy over your best friend is a little crazy, Y/N.” He said, raising one of his eyebrows in a way that irritated you.
“Yeah, I would think so too if he didn’t mention that you were the only person in his car, other than Jessy.”
“What, he told you they were my panties? Sorry to say sweetheart but red lace doesn’t really suit me.” He snickered sipping from his glass again.
You paused for a second.
“I never told you what kind of panties they were Jungkook.”
“No but Yoongi did when I called him this morning. Baby, tell me this, tell me why you insist in making me the villain of your life?”
“Excuse me?” You exclaimed.
“When a man has cheated on your best friend, it’s somehow my fault. When we were dating and you were insecure about not making enough money, that was somehow also my fault. You don’t see your friends for months? Again my fault.”
“That was your fault! You made it so difficult to see them because you would throw a fit every time I even entertained the idea of going to spend time with them.”
Jungkook laughed. “Did I tie you up? Did I lock you away in the house? Did I hide your car keys? No, I did none of that. I have never forced you to do anything. Maybe, just maybe it’s time you take some responsibility and do some self-reflection, my love.” He said through gritted teeth
Each word that he threw at you felt like daggers piercing your chest.
“And what is it that I should reflect on?”
“The fact that maybe you are projecting all of this shit on me to shield the idea that maybe your just a bad friend.”
That final blow hit you like a brick to the face. How could he say that?
You opened your mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. You felt barbed with wrapping around your throat and tears started to pool in your eyes. You could only stare at him. He was heavy breathing while looking down at his half-eaten meal.
Neither of you said anything. Jungkook just took the final swig of his wine and stood up. The sound of his chair sliding against the marble floor made you flinch.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I still have work to do. I’m going back to the office for a while. Thank you for dinner.”
And that was it. He grabbed his stuff and left.
You stayed sat there, frozen in place. Is that really what he thought of you? Were you really a bad friend? The more you thought about it the more you could see how he was right. He hadn’t forcibly stopped you from seeing your friend and her baby. He hadn’t physically forced you to stay by his side. And when you were faced with the option to believe Yoongi or Jungkook, you hadn’t chosen him.
As the tears fell down your cheeks, you pulled out your phone and through blurry eyes you typed the only number you knew off by heart.
“C’mon Millie, pick up. I really need to talk to you.” You mumbled to yourself as the phone rang. It rang and rang but there was no answer. You looked at the time and realised that she must be putting Ty down for the night.
Then you called Lisa. You didn’t want to burden her with your problems especially considering what she’s going through but you thought at least you’d have some good news to tell her. You could tell her you spoke to Jungkook and he was considering taking her on.
Unlike Millie, Lisa answered on the second ring.
“You have some fucking nerve calling me right now.” Lisa spat down the phone.
What the fuck?
“Whoa, what are you talking about?” you asked, genuinely confused as to why you had been greeted with so much hostility.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?! What are you talking about?!”
“You’re fucking psycho fiancé has been spreading rumours about me. I spoke to my bosses personal assistant to try and get some kind of clarity and you know what she told me? The CEO of Jeon industries had refused to partner with my company if I worked with them. Claiming that, and I quote ‘as a business owner, I place a high value on mutual respect and efficient use of time. Based on my interactions with this employee, I do not feel that standard has been met. For us to continue working together, I would need assurance that all future communication and coordination will be handled by someone else.’”
Your mouth was agape. Did Jungkook do this?
“How could you Y/N? How could you let him do this to me?” She sobbed.
“Lisa, I…I had no idea. I’m so sorry”
“Save your apologies Y/N. Because if him, I will never be able to find work in this country again. He practically owns everything. His words carry a huge amount of weight. And now I either have to leave the country and away from my family so I can find a job to support myself or stay here, make new connections and start all over again doing something else.”
“Lisa…”
“You know what, forget it. Lose my number. I hope you and him are very happy together.”
With that, she hung up.
You felt like throwing up. How could he? You believed Lisa completely. She had no reason to lie.
You tried to call Millie again. You needed some clarity. Yet again, the phone rang out and you were met with her voicemail.
So you were sat alone with your thoughts.
Why was he doing this? What possible reason could he have to do that to Lisa? To lie like that felt so sinister and twisted and for the life of you, you could not come up with a motive. You ran everything through your head: Jungkook. Lisa. Jessy. Yoongi. Those stupid red panties.
The panties! You remembered that Jungkook hadn’t addressed the red panties, he just deflected and went on this gaslighting tirade.
You whipped out your phone again and called Yoongi.
“Hell-”
“Yoongi, what colour were the panties in your car?” You asked before Yoongi could even get his greeting out.
“They were red lace ones, if I remember clearly”
“Do you know where they were from?”
“Y/N, I didn’t exactly inspect them. Jessy just threw them in my face and I threw them in the trash.”
“Okay that makes sense. But do you remember if they had any defining features?”
“Apart from the dried-up semen, there were embroidered initials in them. An M and L I believe.”
At that moment, your heart fell out of your ass because on your one-year anniversary Jungkook had gifted a matching bra and pantie with embroidery on the waistline. ML. My love.
You felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t even bid Yoongi goodbye. You just hung up and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
Images of Jungkook planting your panties filled with his cum in your best friends boyfriends car to frame him.
You emptied your dinner into the toilet bowl. Disgusted by what you head learned about the man you thought was the love of your life.
You rolled over on the tiled floor and cried. You sobbed for hours. Only to be interrupted by a phone call.
It was Millie. Thank God. If anyone was going to soften the blow it would be her. How wrong you were.
“How could you?” Millie wailed.
“Millie, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“They took him. They took my baby.”
What?
“The social workers came this evening because they received a report that I had been physically abusing my child.”
“That’s ridiculous. Anyone who knows you knows what a wonderful mother you are.”
“I thought so too, until they brought up bruising on his arms. That was enough for them to take him. And what’s funny is, you were the only person I mentioned that to. They came in and said that maybe the stress of being a single mother was taking a toll on me so they would take him into protective services for a while until I got some help. How could you do this to me. I thought you were my friend.” Her voice sounded so despondent, like she was out of her body and just letting the words fall out.
“Millie. I swear on my life I would have never done anything like this. I promise. You have to believe me.”
Silence. Millie was never silent.
“Y/N, I think its best we don’t talk to each other for a while. I need some time.”
With that she was gone. Your best friend of more than twenty years was gone.
You stood up of the floor with swift movement. You marched downstairs and grabbed your car keys.
He needs to answer for all of this.
You were a woman on a mission. You sped through every red light, completely uncaring of the consequences. You needed to see him. Now.
You arrived at his office and went straight to the top floor. You probably looked like a crazy person but you did not care. You needed to understand why the love of your life was o set on ruining it. And why the fuck was he targeting your friends.
You didn’t bother to knock, just walked right into his office.
He sat there, typing away on this computer without a care in the world.
Without looking up, he said “Hello my love. Come to apologise, have you?”
“Apologise?” You said, with absolute venom.
The tone of your voice finally making him look up from his work. He finally took in your figure. You did look like a crazy woman. Your hair was a mess, face flushed and tear stained, eyes red and t-shirt still covered in vomit. You didn’t have the time nor the desire to tidy yourself up before confronting him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Calling social services on Millie, what the fuck were you thinking?! Why would you lie like that and don’t try to deny it, you were the only person I told about Ty’s bruise.” You screamed, marching over to his desk.
“You just admitted it yourself baby, I didn’t lie. Not to social services and not to you. Millie’s baby was bruised.”
“Yes, but you said on the phone you were reporting an employee.” You rebutted.
“Well, Millie technically is an employee of mine. She works as a secretary for the letting company I just partnered with, correct?”
You stumbled over your words, your mouth struggling to keep up with the million miles per second your mind was traveling.
“Your disgusting for doing that to her. And to Lisa, what was your reasoning for getting her fired from the company and blacklisted. You lied to her boss.”
“Again, my love, I didn’t lie. I said Lisa didn’t respect my time and she doesn’t respect my time and she doesn’t. She takes too much of your time and I can’t work with someone like that”
“So your punishing her professionally for spending time with her friend? Do you knot hear how fucked up that is?”
“Again, my love, your incorrect. I’m punishing her professionally for taking my time away from you, my employee.” His responses all hitting you while his eyes remained firmly at his computer screen. His lack of acknowledgment was making you want to swing for him.
“We’re engaged Jungkook. I don’t work for you.”
“Wrong again baby. Don’t you think is a huge coincidence that just when you thought about breaking up with me because you ‘didn’t earn enough money’, your company suddenly got this mystery investor and you got a sizable salary increase?”
Your heart stopped.
“It’s a huge financial burden, honestly. Your company doesn’t bring me much profit but it’s all worth it for you. You know I’d do anything to keep you happy.”
“Happy? You think any of this would make me happy?” Your voice shook as you felt the familiar sting of tears forming in your eyes.
Your wavering tone finally making him look away from his computer.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know you’re not happy now but you will be in the long run.”
“Like Jessy?” You spat.
“What are you talking about?” He said with innocence you knew was feigned. This set you off.
“I know it was you that put my panties in Yoongi’s car. I don’t know, my love” The nickname now feeling like poison on your tongue.
“But you should have been a little smarter than to use panties that YOU gave me with an identifiable embroidery on it.”
He sat, face unmoving.
You awaited to see what web of lies, only convincing to himself, he would come up with to get out this one. But you could have never predicted what came out of his mouth next.
He laughed. Not sarcastic or conniving but genuine laughter.
“Ah Well, I will admit to telling a few fabrications with that one. I will say though baby, it was hard to part with them. They were my favourite. And honestly speaking I wanted to keep them as memorabilia.”
“Memorabilia for what? You being an evil piece of shit?”
“No, for the memory of how our first child came to be.” He said with a smirk.
“What are you talking about?” You questioned.
“Well, if I recall correctly, around the time that I had replaced your first round of birth control with sugar pills, you were wearing those very same panties. So I wanted a little keepsake of what you were wearing when I impregnated you with our daughter.” He said as if it was the most normal thing.
“Wha-”
“Well, I assume it’s daughter. Wishful thinking I suppose.” He shrugged.
Subconsciously you placed your hand on your stomach.
“You’re sick. You’re a sick man and I want nothing to do with you. The engagement is off. I want nothing to do with you.” You yelled as you ripped your diamond engagement ring off your hand and threw it at him.
You turned to walk way to only be halted by his voice.
“I wouldn’t be too hasty if I was you Y/N. Because, not only does your little friend work for that lettings agency, they own her house don’t they? And I don’t know, but I think rent prices may go up and I know your bestie Millie won’t be able to afford them. Between you and me, my love, an unhoused mother that has allegations and evidence of abuse doesn’t look too peachy to social workers.” He said as he bent down to pick up your ring.
“And, I know the same letting company owns, a now unemployed Lisa’s, house. And also your parents’ house I believe. Imagine that, right after their future son in law agreed to pay off their home, he changes his mind and it’s all just taken away, just like that?” His tone threatening as he sauntered over to you.
“Guess that means your little vacation with them is fully off now, huh?” He snickered.
“You’re a monster. You did all of this just to monopolise my time?” You whispered, unable to get anything out. You felt like throwing up but you forced it down afraid that all would come out is bile as your stomach has been emptied out earlier.
“Baby, I’m no monster, just a man in love. Don’t you see? I did all of this for you, for us. So now you won’t have the burden of dividing your time anymore. We can do everything together. Now 100% of your time can be focused on us and our new little family.” He said slipping you engagement ring back on.
Once the rock was back on your finger, he clasped you hand and pulled you towards him. He turned you around so your back was now pressed against his hard chest. Nothing filled your ears but the sound of the heartbeat of a man you were unsure even had a heart. Just an empty hole filled with nothing but obsession.
“I don’t care, I can’t be with you. You’re evil and the you I thought I knew does not exist. You repel me.” You said. Voice firm. You needed him to hear you.
“Don’t say that.”
You turned around and looked up into his eyes. The same eyes you gazed into earlier this evening, wrapped up in pleasure. Eyes that used be so warm and magnetic, now looked empty.
“Y/N please, you have to understand, before you I lived life with no fear now the only exception is the idea that one day you won't be here. I can’t be without you. Please don't leave me now.” He said with a wail you had never heard from him before.
He sank to his knees arms wrapped around your legs face buried in your sweatpants. His body heaved and sobbed. Excruciating weeps released with every breath he exhaled. Despite being the one who had brought destruction to everyone you held dear, he cried as if he had been sentenced to execution and you had been appointed executioner. He was in pain and despite everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to push away from him. He schemed, lied and manipulated. You looked down at him, this pathetic man had ruined everything you loved yet you couldn’t leave him.
In that moment you understood. All the I love you’s were all lies too. He didn’t love you. He didn’t love anyone. He didn’t know how too. That’s why he doesn’t have friends, that’s why his nanny had to leave and that’s why he had done all of this.
Jungkook was just doing the one thing he knew how to do. Possess. Own.
And now he owned you.
A/N - Thank you for the love on part one! Hope you enjoyed this one too <3
Warnings/Genre: Yandere, Dark Romance, Filthy smut, toxic relationship, manipulation
Word count: 6.5k
SUMMARY: You was supposed to go on vacation with your friends. Jungkook was supposed to be okay with it. Instead, engagements fall apart. Careers disappear. Homes become unaffordable. And every reason You have to leave is quietly taken away. Jungkook calls it love. You will learn it’s something much worse.
Note - I have been really fucking with Tyler the creator lately and the fic this song is based on has been in my rotation since the beginning of last year. So enjoy part one of the series.
not proof read so apologies for any spelling or grammar fuck ups
- Ryeon <3
Part two | Masterlist
“This 60-40 isn’t working!”
As his voice boomed down the phone you could only let out a sigh.
The chill of the winter air didn’t compare to the frosty conversation you were having with your Fiancé.
You could feel the sympathetic stares of your friends from inside the restaurant. This wasn’t anything new to them and it certainly wasn’t anything new to you.
“Jungkook, why are you doing this? This is the first time I’ve been out with my friends for months. You promised you’d give me space. Why is 60 percent of my time not enough for you?”
“Because Y/N, I know the kind of people they are. What kind of friends would want to take 40% of your time when they know the only person that truly cares for you is waiting at home like some lovesick fucking puppy. Is that what I am to you? Someone who will just sit around waiting until you can be bothered with me.”
Gaslighting. A skill Jeon Jungkook has perfected to an extraordinary degree. But you were used to it. After 5 years of being with him, his attempts at manipulation don’t pierce you anymore.
“Careful how you speak about my friends.” You warned.
“Jungkook…you’re the only one that views yourself like that. Either you give me space or I’ll do it for you.”
You were met with silence. This was new. He always had something to say.
Your black leather coat did nothing to shield you from the night current. Although, it could have been the middle of summer but the frosty hush from the other side of the phone would have been enough the strip away any warmth you would have felt.
“What? You wanna leave me, baby? Is that it?” The sarcastic smirk in his voice pissing you off.
“No Jungkook, I don’t want to leave you but I feel suffocated. I love you. I love you more than anything but I’m a person with a life. With a life outside of this relationship and I need you to respect that.”
“I do! It’s you who doesn’t respect me. You don’t respect my time. You don’t respect the fact that I need you more than they do. Baby, I can do all that stuff with you. You wanna go for dinner? Fine! We can do that. You wanna go to the club? Fine, we can go together. You wanna take a trip half way across the world? we can do that.”
You rolled your eyes in complete disbelief. You knew this was why he was being so uptight.
You and your friends had been planning a trip away. Just as girls to catch up and relax and when you told Jungkook about it he threw an absolute fit. Normally you would concede to his demands to placate him but not this time. You put your foot down. You were going. And he hated that.
“Jungkook please, I don’t want to have this argument again. You’ve known about this trip for 6 months, what makes you think I’ve changed my mind? Jessy has gotten engaged and I haven’t been there to celebrate that. She was our biggest cheerleader when we got engaged. Lisa has just gotten her dream job and I have not been able to show her how happy I am for her. I mean, Millie has been my best friend since I was 6, she had a baby 5 month ago and I have not been there for her because 100% of my time has been spent with you. This is the first time we’re going to be together since she got pregnant, why can’t you understand why this is important to me?”
Silence.
He said nothing.
You tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere with I light-hearted “You can’t be selfish baby; you need to learn to share me. There is plenty Y/N to go around.” You finished with a half-hearted laugh hoping he would find humour in the ridiculousness of the situation.
“I thought I was your best friend.” He finally retorted. You could hear the smile in his voice and suddenly all tension left your body.
“You are my love. I just need to be with the girls. And on the bright side, we’ve cut it down from a week trip to only 7 days. Millie doesn’t want to be away from the baby too long.”
“Okay, I hear you and I get it. You enjoy your night baby. I’m sorry for being a dick. I don’t mean to come off jealous or controlling, I just love you and the thought of you being away from me terrifies me.”
You smiled at that.
That was your Jungkook.
He’s always been like that. So scared that you’ll slip away from him.
“I know baby. I’m not going anywhere; I just need you to trust that.”
“Alright, my love.”
For the first time in 5 years a phone call from Jungkook while you were out with friends didn’t result in him driving to come and bring you home.
“Okay. And because my beautiful boy was so understanding, I’m going to bring him some food home because I know he probably didn’t eat today. Do you want a steak?”
“Blue please.”
“I know, you animal.”
“Don’t be mad at me because you like bland, chewy, well-done steak. Some of us have refined pallets” He chuckled.
“If you say so. Although, we do have to drive past a farm on the way home, do you just want me to pick up a live cow from the field so you can just eat that?”
“Ha Ha Ha, very funny. Text me when you’re ready for me to pick you up, okay?”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You walked back into the restaurant and sat back down with your friends.
“I don’t believe it, Jungkook hasn’t stolen you away from us? Must be a Christmas miracle!” Jessy teased.
“Jessy, stop teasing her. Is everything okay Y/N?” Millie asked, worry etched in ever word.
In any other circumstances it would be overkill for your friends to be so rattled by a phone call but these weren’t normal circumstances and Jungkook wasn’t a normal guy.
“Yeah, we’re all good. In fact, he ended up being super understanding. All I need to do is remember to bring him back some food. I know the Jungkook loves the food from this place.”
“Wow, look at that! We love seeing growth and maturity from Mr CEO.”
“Lisa, leave him alone. You know how he gets but he’s actually been trying really hard lately. We only bicker once and a while now.”
That wasn’t entirely true but you were careful about how much you told your friends about Jungkook. He was a difficult person to understand from the outside looking in but you knew when he loved, he loved hard. And as much as he hated sharing your time with your friends, you knew he loved them just as much as you did.
You knew this because Jungkook had gone out of his way to really come through for them when they needed help. They would never ask him of course, but you did.
When Jesses fiancé, Yoongi, was first introduced to your group he was unbelievably shy. Which was ironic considering Jessy was the exact opposite. He spoke no more the 5 words to anyone, that was until Jungkook had pulled him away from the large group of women just to have some guy-on-guy conversation. They talked the whole night and Jessy immensely thanked Jungkook for making Yoongi feel mor comfortable. His demeanour changed completely when chit chatting with Jungkook and he eventually came out of his shell and became just as chatty as your man. It was heart-warming to see the two bond and eventually go on to be golfing buddies.
“Less bickering is always good! How is he? I feel like we haven’t seen either of you in forever.”
“He’s good thanks, Mills. He’s just so busy with work nowadays. There is this real estate company he’s trying to get and I think contract negotiations are stressing him out.”
“Bless him. Tell him not to work too hard it will age him.” Lisa joke.
“Hahah I’ll pass the message on. But enough of that, how are you, Millie? How’s the baby doing?”
“He’s good! Now that we’ve settled into the new house, I feel like I can finally create a schedule, you know?”
You basked in the atmosphere as you listened to your friends update you on their lives, so happy that you were able to come and do this. You couldn’t remember the last time that you hadn’t left an event early because Jungkook had picked a fight with you.
“So the trip, how’re we all feeling?” Jessy asked excitedly.
“So ready for it! I know I prayed and begged the universe for this job but it has been kicking my ass lately. Being a marketing executive is not for the weak.” Lisa sighed.
You all laughed at Lisa’s reply because she really had worked her ass off for this Job.
All of you were hard workers but Lisa was your friend that had known what she wanted from a young age and stopped at nothing until she got it. She was passionate about marketing. She had studied it at university, had networked like a mad woman and made insane connections in the corporate world and worked her way up the ladder until she landed right where she wanted to be. You were so proud of her.
“I’m surprised CEO Jeon is letting you out of his sight let alone the country Y/N. How did you manage that?” Jessy asked as she sipped her merlot.
“It was a struggle to convince him but I think he gets it now. He knows how much you guys mean to me so he’s really trying to ease up a little.”
This made your friends smile. Millie raised her glassed and made a toast.
“Well then, here’s to Jungkook! For finally fucking with us. It only took, 5 years.”
You all laughed and cheersed to your fiancé.
It was about 2 hours later that you finally texted Jungkook to come and pick you up.
Your home was roughly 20 minutes from the restaurant but to your surprise Jungkook was already outside waiting.
Of course he was.
You made your way over to the black Mercedes. The love of his life second only to you.
“Hi baby.” You greeted as you slipped into his car.
He gave you no time to even put your seatbelt was on before your face was engulfed in his hands and his lips were pressed onto yours.
“Missed me?” You joked as you pulled away from him getting a good look at his handsome face, lips now stained the colour of your crimson lipstick.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Jungkook smiled back at you. With that bunny smile that you loved so much.
“Ready to head off?”
“I am indeed! I have your steak ready too”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, that steak won’t be the only thing I’m devouring tonight.” He grinned to himself as he pulled out of his parking space.
“Woah, what’s brought all this on Jeon?”
“Well this is a night for celebration, my sweet girl. Contract negotiations have been finalised and you are now looking at the new CEO of the Hastings real estate, the largest real-estate broker in the country. I now own 89% of all the buildings in Korea.”
“Are you fucking kidding?! Baby, That’s amazing. I’m so fucking proud of you! This is for sure a night to celebrate. Here I thought the highlight of my night would be watching my pretty baby devour this raw, almost bloody, steak like a literal vampire.”
This earned a booming laugh from him. The kind of laugh that made his eyes crinkle and put his dimples of full display.
It should have taken you both 20 minutes to get home but Jungkook managed to get there in 9 minutes flat. I guess traffic lights don’t matter when you have the right motivation to get home.
You had barely had enough time to enter the pin to your shared penthouse flat before he was all over you.
One of your favourite things about Jungkook was how much of an oxymoron he was. He would fuck you so hard but at the same time still treated you as if you were made of glass.
As soon as you stepped in, he had you pressed up against the door. Lips crashing onto yours.
He held you with such care, taking off your dress slowly, letting the satin material slip off your skin leaving your bare tits on full display for him. He stared like was ready to consume you, he always did.
He picked you up bridal style, which elicited a girlish giggle from you and charged towards your shared bedroom. Once in, he placed you gently on the bed. You basked in it because you knew this was most gentle he would be with you for the rest of the night.
He was starting to breathe heavily, not taking his eyes off of you. He smiled to himself when he realised you were already panting in anticipation for him.
“Oh, my love, I haven’t even touched you yet.” He said, while finally slipping his hands up your smooth legs, removing your panties. He brought his warm hands to your heat, the sudden contact making you jump, “do you like that?” You nodded.
He lowered himself in between your legs, his muscles clenching as he lowered himself closer to you, his bare chest rising and falling right above you, his stomach almost touching yours, hand still playing with your slick folds.
“Yes, ahh-” you sighed when he pushed his middle finger into your dripping core, “I like that.”
“Yeah, you do? Tell me how much?” His voice quiet and soft as he kept pushing his finger at a steady pace.
“A lot...” The tail end of your answer turning into a strained whimper.
“A lot?” he chuckled, the position you were in clearly amusing him, “how can you still look so innocent even when spread out underneath me like this, hm?”
For a moment, you tried to stop whimpering, trying to hold eye-contact with him. He dragged his fingers out of you, straightened up his whole body and kneeled between your legs.
The same fingers that were inside you a moment ago, he now brought up to his mouth, licking off your arousal and then he lowered himself again, kissing you hungrily to make you taste yourself.
He loved doing that. He made sure you knew that you were his favourite flavour and in these instances Jeon Jungkook had no issue with sharing.
You felt his tip teasing your entrance and then he started stretching you out slowly, filling you up in a couple of seconds.
He fucked you slowly, but each thrust was hard.
“Look at me, baby” he said, fucking into you harder, his skin now slapping against your own.
“Look at me while I fuck you.” His voice was calm yet demanding – each word accentuated by his hips pushing into you.
Unable to maintain your composure any longer, you allowed yourself to fall into the pleasure
“You’re mine, do you know that,” he was getting out of breath, trying desperately to say what he had to, “do you know that, huh?” The end of his sentence turning into a whimper.
“No matter much how much time you spend away from me, you’ll always be just mine.” He was pushing even harder into you, moving your hair out of your face. “No one could ever take you away from me. You’re so beautiful. You need to, uhh fuck,” he hissed in pleasure, “to know that you’re mine. Only mine.”
You pulled him in for a kiss, but he avoided your hands. “Tell me, tell me it’s true.”
“Yes, I’m yours. I’m only yours baby, please!”
At that he pressed your lips together, moaning into your mouth and you felt your orgasm tear through your body, digging your fingernails into his muscular back in the process. The action making him hiss out in pain.
He kept fucking into you through your orgasm. His pace slowed but he started thrusting harder and harder.
“Look at me,” he said, but you couldn’t open your eyes, “look at me!” This time, he raised his voice a bit and you tried to keep your eyes open. “I-uhh, I love you. You have to know that. I fucking love you with everything I have. Everything I am, everything I do is because I love you so fucking much.” He said as he quickened his pace and soon you felt him spilling into you.
Hard breathing filled the room as you both basked in your post orgasm states. You ran your fingers up and don his back trying to sooth the scratch marks you had just left behind.
“I saw the photo you posted on your story with your little friends. You looked joyous. I want you to be like that all the time.” He panted, still inside you.
“I am happy baby.”
“I know, I just…I worry sometimes you seem happier with them than you are with me. I know it’s stupid and I’m being irrational but sometimes I…never mind”
“No, go on” you said, now stroking his sweat drenched hair out of his flushed beautiful face.
He finally slipped out of you and rolled onto his back. He reached over to where you were and in a swift movement, pulled you to his side.
“It’s dumb, honestly. But I see my life like a picture. Perfect girl by my side, great career, good health, ya know?” He hummed, looking down at you.
You nodded, afraid that any word from you would halt his train of thought.
“But your friends sometimes really fuck up my frame. They aren’t developed like we are. I knew they would always be around but I don’t know. I just always pictured it being us. I don’t have close friends, just associates and acquaintances that think they’re my friends that I use to get what I want. I know its fucked up but that’s the way my father raised be to see life and people. But the idea of anyone thinking that way about you terrifies me. That’s honestly why I always make a big deal when you want to leave me to be with them. I know its irrational but I’ve never had friends so I don’t always see the need in maintaining those friendships.”
Post sex Jungkook was always the most honest version of him. You understood his point of view because you had met his father. A cold, awful man that treated his son as nothing but a long-term investment and a product he could slap his name on to take credit for all his achievements. So you got it, you really did. And his mother was no better. She had no love for her husband and no connection to her son. She cared about nothing but status and labels. Fair to say they didn’t like you very much but that didn’t matter. Jungkook did.
“I hear you baby. But these girls have been with me through everything and have never faltered, not even once. They want the same thing you do, the best for me.”
His eyes never left yours as you spoke but he stayed silent.
“Plus, you have friends. You and Yoongi are cool, right?”
“I guess. He’s a great golf player. Kicks my ass every time. But I don’t know that I would call us friends”
“Do you want to be?”
He shrugged his shoulders but you could tell he was really pondering the question.
“It’s never too late to unlearn what your dad taught you. Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window, right?” You beamed up at him.
He smiled back at you and nodded as you snuggled into his chest.
“I love you Jeon Jungkook.”
“And I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Soon to be Mrs Jeon”
You giggled. “Can’t wait.”
“How many kids do you want” he asked.
The question took you by surprise because Jungkook had never brought that up before.
“I honestly don’t know if I want any. I think having a baby would keep me at home too much. But if it happens, it happens but I don’t think it will happen for a long time. Thank God to the person who created the contraceptive pill or I would have been pregnant years ago Mr ‘I only ever want to cum inside you’” You joked.
You felt his chest move up and down as he laughed.
“Don’t deny it, you love when I finish inside my girl”
“Of course I do. Wouldn’t have it any other way”
Your pillow talking session was interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You looked at your phone to check the time. Who could that possibly be at this hour?
You hopped off the bed and pulled on one of Jungkook’s shirts. Before your hand could touch your bedroom door Jungkook stopped you with a firm “Absolutely not. I’ll go check, stay here.”
So naturally, you followed him down the stairs.
You saw him check the monitor before pulling the door open.
From the bottom of the stairs you heard a faint familiar sobbing.
Jessy?
“I’m so sorry to disturb you both but I needed to talk to someone. I..I.. I don’t know what to do” Jessy sniffled.
You ran to the door and embraced her into a hug which she gladly fell into. You could tell she needed it.
You lead her frail body into the living room and stay her on the sofa. Jungkook walked past you both straight to the kitchen. You could hear him running the sink in and searching through your cupboard for a glass.
By the time he had finished preparing her a glass of water she had calmed down enough to speak.
“What’s happened?” You asked terrified. This was the first time in 10 years that you had ever seen Jessy cry. She was the type to hold her emotions and cry when she was alone. You hated that for her but you would never try to change her.
Her hands shook as she took the glass but she finally spoke.
“It’s Yoongi. Y/N, I found some woman’s panties in his car. He’s having an affair.”
“What?! There is no way. Yoongi is obsessed with you.”
“I thought so too but apparently not to obsessed to fuck another bitch in his car.”
“Did you ask him about it?” Jungkook questioned, his concern mirroring yours.
“I did. He was just stuttering saying he didn’t but what could possibly be the reason for used panties to be in his car? There is even cum stains on them Y/N.” She broke.
You didn’t know what to say.
You pulled her in for another hug and you let her cry it out.
“Jessy, you can stay here as long as you need to.” You said and you stoked her hair.
“No, I need to get out of this city for a while. I called my mom and she’s picking me up from here. She doesn’t know, I’m so embarrassed and I couldn’t bear to tell her. I know how much she like him. She’s in the city visiting my aunt but I’m going back with her to Busan tonight.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, you haven’t done anything wrong” You firmly told her.
“I know, I’m just so tired.”
“You can lay down here until your mom comes, Jessy” Jungkook said.
“Thank you. Thank you, both of you.”
You pulled a blanket off the other sofa to drape around her and left her to be alone for a moment.
You pulled Jungkook into the kitchen. “I can’t believe it. Yoongi would be the last person to cheat. You’re more likely to cheat than Yoongi.” You yelled in a whispered.
Jungkook’s eyebrows knitted together at the very suggestion.
“I know you wouldn’t but you know what I mean. He loves her just as much as you love me.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Not the time Jungkook!” You huffed through gritted teeth.
You both awkwardly potted around the kitchen in silence trying to not disturb Jessy. But the silence allowed you to run a million scenarios in your head as to how any of this could be possible but not one of them made sense.
Jessy’s mom came about 10 minutes later, you gave her one final hug before you both bid her goodbye.
You and Jungkook walked up the stairs to bed but he could tell that this would eat away at you until you got some kind of explanation.
“I can try and talk to Yoongi if you like? Just try and find out what’s happening.”
“Could you please, baby? I need to know what he has to say for himself.”
“Of course, my love. This outreach will be my first attempt of friendship” He tried to joke to lighten the mood.
Unfortunately, to you, nothing in this moment was even remotely funny.
“I don’t want you being friends with that man.”
“Ooh now look who’s not sharing.”
You lightly shoved him for that last remark.
You lay awake tossing and turning next to your sleeping fiancé. Your heart broke for your friend; you couldn’t imagine how much pain she must be in and honestly you didn’t want to imagine it. You know you had made the comparison before but the idea of Jungkook betraying you like that made your heart ache.
The next morning your day went as usual. You woke up, got ready and had breakfast before Jungkook drove you to work. All day, your thoughts never left Jessy.
You called Jungkook at lunchtime to ask if he’d had a chance to speak to Yoongi. He had.
Jungkook’s findings had concluded that Yoongi was a serial cheater and had been cheating on Jessy since they had been together. This was just the first time he had been caught. He said he loved Jessy but he was a man that would never be truly satisfied with one woman.
You felt sick to your stomach and you vowed to never see that man again. And if you ever ran into him, you would run in the opposite direction in fear that any confrontation will land you in jail.
You finished the day up and were now ready to head home. As you walked to the elevator, you were just in the middle of texting Jessy when you received a call from Lisa.
Which was odd cause Lisa never called, she only ever texted. Your stomach dropped, intuition telling you this was not going to be good news.
“Y/N…” Lisa said, tears clearly evident in her tone.
“Lisa? Are you alright?”
“They fired me.” She wailed.
“What?! Why!?’
“I don’t know, some mystery investor. They said they would only consider investing in our company if I was not the Marketing head. So they let me go.”
What the fuck was happening? This felt like a twilight zone episode. There is no way Jessy found out the love of her life is a dirty filthy unapologetic cheat and Lisa has lost the only thing she has ever wanted all in the span of 24 hours.
“And to make matters worse, the whole day I’ve been calling every connection I have to get another job and no one will hire me. Apparently, word has spread around to the industry that I am a ‘liability’.” She blubbed.
“Lisa, honey, I’m so sorry.” You replied apologetically. Again, in a position where you knew nothing you could say would provide any comfort.
“I don’t know what I could have possibly done to this person Y/N. Why me?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I really don’t know. I know Jungkook knows the CEO of your company, do what me to ask him to have a word to try and make sense of this?”
“Would he? I’d be so grateful.”
“Of course, I’ll ask him. Leave it with me. In the meantime, head on home, put on some comfy jammies, order some take out and have a good binge of Greys Anatomy.”
“That sounds like the perfect plan. Thanks Y/N” she laughed through her tears.
“It’s no worries, girl. Just take it easy and try and settle yourself, you’ve had a very emotionally draining day. Love you”
“Love you too girl, bye.” And with that she hung up.
Immediately you flicked to your call log to call your fiancé. The time was about 5:15pm so he should be out of his last meeting for the day. The elevator doors opened as your finger hovered over the call button when your eyes met with a sight that would soon send you spiralling. A figure that you would never have imagined would inspire such rage in you. It was Yoongi. Stood there bold as fuck by the reception desk in the lobby. He looked rough as hell. Hair an absolute mess with clothes he looks like he hasn’t changed since yesterday. Eyes bloodshot and skin looking dull and sunken. You would never have guessed he was the shy introverted man that made your stoic best friend beam with joy. Here before you stood the husk of the man you thought he was. You would feel sorry for him if you didn’t know what he had done. That being said; what the fuck was he doing here.
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve showing your face to me.” You spat out as you walked right past him.
“Y/N, please I need to talk to you.”
“You have nothing to say that I want to listen to, Yoongi.”
“I just need 10 minutes to explain.”
You stopped walking. You paused for a minute and thought. Although Jungkook had spoken to him, you kind of needed to hear for yourself. You needed to hear how this withdrawn, timid mad turned out to be such a monster. You needed to hear what web of lies he was going to string together.
“You have 7.”
Your office building was a fairly luxurious one. When you had joined, another company had partnered with them and it increased the budget by hundreds of millions. This meant a sizable pay rise for you and all the other senior team members and a brand-new office building. This one was 15 floors, had a built-in gym, a pool and a fancy new café. This was where you had pulled Yoongi to talk.
He sat in front of you fidgeting with his fingers unable to look you in the eye. He just stared down into his lap like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Your down to 5 minutes now.” You warned.
“Look, Y/N, I love Jessy and I would never cheat on her.”
You laughed. Was he serious?
“So you really sat me down just to lie to me?”
“I’m not lying I swear. I have never cheated on Jessy.” He paused. He finally looked up and continued.
“Growing up I was a very quiet kid. Shocking, I know. But I was never popular. I wasn’t unpopular but I wasn’t well liked. I had made peace with the fact that that was the person I was always going to be. There but invisible. That was until I met Jessy. She was the first person who saw me. Like, actually saw me. She took interest in my interests and never made me feel weird for being interested in them, she invited me into her world and fort the first-time ever I felt not only seen by her, but really understood in a way that I never thought was possible. She is the love of my life and I would never ever do anything to betray her” he said.
His eyes never left yours and for some reason you believed it. But how could you, you saw the state Jessy was in, you heard what he had told Jungkook and you knew about the cum stained underwear she had found in his car.
“Well that’s all very poetic. But what about the panties in your car Yoongi. How the hell do you explain that?” You asked, frustration painting every word.
“Y/N, you know me. Do I seem like the kind of person that can get a random woman into his car for sex? It was a miracle Jessy found me worthy enough to take interest in. I don’t exactly have women banging down the doors for me.”
“Then how did they get there?”
He stayed silent and it pissed you off. So you pushed your chair back and got up to leave.
“Y/N please! I’m sorry, this is just tough for me.”
“Aww, is it? You know what’s tougher than speaking? Being cheated on by a man you thought was the love of your life.” Each scornful syllable that fell from your lips you could see pierced him like a knife. Good.
“I didn’t cheat on her. Look, I’m going to be embarrassingly transparent with you. But please, sit down” He begged and you obliged.
“You have 3 minutes left”
“Okay,” he took a deep breath before continuing.
“I’m not a rich guy. I have a moderate low level corporate job that pays me enough to live and occasionally take a few nice vacations every year. Jessy knows this and didn’t care. She loved me for me.”
You watched him as he spoke.
“But although I know that Jessy doesn’t care, I do. So after meeting you all and seeing how successful and wealthy you all were, I can’t lie, I was a little intimidated. When Jungkook invited me to play golf the first time, I declined and said I was too busy. But in reality, I was embarrassed. Imagine me pulling up to a golf range with Jungkook in his 2025 Mercedes and me in my Honda Civic? No, I couldn’t embarrass Jessy like that. So I started working harder, really working. I took every overtime shift, if there was a job to do, I’d do it. I even worked evenings and weekends for a whole year. It really put a strain on mine and Jessy’s relationship but we made it through and I finally had enough money saved. Not enough for a car like Jungkook’s but a good car none the less. Enough to not feel so inadequate. But that being said, because it was such a pricy car, I’m terrified to drive it anywhere. So I only allow myself to take it out when I’m driving Jessy somewhere and when I go golfing with Jungkook.”
As mad as you were at Yoongi, you could completely empathise with this aspect of him. Jungkook was an extremely wealthy man. It was enough to make anyone feel a little small. In the beginning when he asked you out, it intimidated you a little bit too. It almost made you break off your relationship before it started. But when you got your raise, it was enough to make you feel like you weren’t a street rat dating a prince. Nothing compared to what he had but enough non the less.
“But last week, when we went golfing, he told me he needed to leave his Mercedes at the course cause he had a meeting there with some real estate brokers in a few hours. So he rode home with me…” He paused, looking down again.
“Continue” you demanded, not knowing where this was going but still having a knot in your stomach.
“Well…other than Jessy, Jungkook is the only other person I have ever let in that car…”
It was quiet for a few seconds. Broken only by a chuckle you let out.
“So you want me to believe Jungkook planted panties in your car to make Jessy think you were cheating on her? Yoongi there were a million lies you could have told me but you chose to go with the most unbelievable one? Goodbye.” You stood up, not wanting to give this animal any more of your time.
“Y/N please you have to believe me!” he shouted as you walked away, not bothering to look back.
Still, you heard the pitter patter of feet running behind you.
“Y/N, I’m not lying. I promise I wouldn’t lie about something like this. I’ve been up all night trying to work up the courage to come and tell you this. I wouldn’t believe it either, I thought Jungkook was my friend.”
This made you stop in your tracks. The memory of your conversation last night came flooding back to you. His words clear as day in your mind: “I don’t have close friends, just associates and acquaintances that think they’re my friends that I use to get what I want.”
You spun around to face a flushed out of breath Yoongi.
“So then, why today did you tell Jungkook that you’d been cheating on Jessy this entire time. That she wasn’t enough to ‘satisfy’ you?”
He looked at you, his face the same colour of confusion as yours. His reply making your blood run cold and altering everything you thought you knew about the love of your life.
“I…haven’t spoken to Jungkook today?”
A/N: I'm so happy to be writing again! Hope Y'all enjoy it <3
I still remember I had just woken up and opened my Tumblr JUST TO SEE JEON JUNGKOOK'S BIG FUCKING ARMS AND BIG FUCKING TITS🤤💀 So uhmm yeah, these fics below are always gonna remind me if this zaddy jk. Anw guys best of luck<3
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ᝰ Sad Girl - @luvismenu
Summary: summary: you were never supposed to fall for him. not the man who signs your paychecks. not the man with a wife and two kids but he says he’s unhappy. he says it feels right with you. you know it’s wrong. and still… you stay. because nothing has ever made you feel more alive than being someone's secret.
ᝰ One night as the price of a request - @dailynnt
Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.
ᝰ Bound by Vows - @gukcnt
Summary: your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkook’s unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts—an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love.
ᝰ Yours for a year - @kooklovee
Summary: One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
ᝰ Proximity - @joonam
Summary:Jeon Jungkook has everything from wealth, brains, and the reputation of the perfect heir. But behind all of that, he hides one secret: you.
ᝰ The call - @my1forwonniexluvs
Summary: A late night call from your brother’s best friend turns into old feelings, and a night you won’t forget. Plus He needed a place to stay. You needed control.
ᝰ Killah - @citrustan
Summary:you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him. the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you though.
ᝰ Next door - @silkcages
Summary : Enemies for two years. Neighbours by sheer cosmic cruelty. Now your hot coworker just moved in with your gym-obsessed, garbage-bag-juggling nemesis — and Jungkook’s suddenly very invested in your love life. The tension is high. The walls are thin. Your sanity? Hanging on by a bicep, because now Jungkook’s looking at you like you’re his next bad decision.
ᝰ Inks and petals - @silkcages
Summary: Your flower shop wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Then a tattoo artist with deadpan eyes and sleeves full of stories moved in across the street—and got smacked in the face with your peonies. Now there are window waves, petty bouquets from his ex, shared coffees, sketchbooks, flower meanings, and silences that feel louder than words. You swore it was nothing. He never said it was anything. But something’s blooming anyway.
ᝰ Someone older - @bonny-kookoo
Summary: Jungkook knew from the first look at your eyes, that you'd be the biggest mistake he'll ever make.
ᝰ Don't blame me - @ctrlsht
Summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.
Summary: Moving in with three four hot strangers in Seoul? Bold.
ᝰ I want you to stay - @ahundredtimesover
Summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
ᝰ Fight for you - @ahundredtimesover
Summary: Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.
ᝰ Service Fee - @espressojoons
Summary: After a long, hellish week at work, the only thing you’re looking forward to doing is smoking a joint and winding down. But when you come up short on cash, your new dealer makes it clear he is as strict as he is dangerously hot. He only takes cash, and no, you can’t pay him back next time. Unless… you can find another way.
First of all , I would like to thank all these authors for serving us these masterpieces. Eventhough i have never ever write any stories (except in my exams 😭🙂tho ), I still could understand that it's not easy to write at all . They truly have poured their emotions and I am grateful to them for giving us these stories for FREE 🥹💞. Support and respect authors as writing is not a piece of cake .
I have a lot saved but it literally takes soo much time (yess even copying pasting 🥹), so bear with my speed of updating .
You can check out my MASTERPOST for more jungkook ff of different genres , or for author recommendations ( all BTS members ) , check out the NAVIGATION.
HAPPY READING ✨
001. THE MORE YOU STRUGGLE THE MORE I HOLD by @horchatakoo
▸ PAIRING: chaebol jk x female reader
▸ GENRE: chaebol yandere jungkook, rich brat reader, mind conditioning, manipulation, age gap, older jk, nsfw, smut, dubcon, crempie, pregnancy kink
▸ SUMMARY:Jungkook has given you everything, so he doesn’t quite appreciate it when you choose a broke college boy over him.
▸ SUMMARY:A village in the woods. Creatures made of shadows. An unwilling contract.She always felt his presence—the weight of his gaze—but never tried to escape.He watched, waited... and finally tricked her into giving what he needed to claim her.
003. ROMANTIC DREAMS by @kooktrash
▸ PAIRING: yandere jungkook x reader
▸ GENRE: yandere ,neighbors au, smut, angst
▸ SUMMARY: he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.
004. RIQUE by @mercurygguk
▸ PAIRING:Jungkook x female reader
▸ GENRE: dark romance , smut , age gap
▸ SUMMARY:the one where jungkook realizes you’re not a 15-year-old girl with a silly crush anymore, but rather a seductive, young woman with her eyes set on him. you’re tempting but is it worth the risk for jungkook?
▸ SUMMARY: He was terrifying. This man was terrifying because he was the iconic image of a monster. The scary man all in black, hiding out in the shadows waiting to pounce on his innocent prey. When he had grabbed you before, you had noticed just how tall and built he actually was. There was no way you could have the upper hand over him. This man would win in every single scenario you could imagine, there would be no fighting him off, no surprising him with an attack. If anything, it would be like Little Red Riding Hood trying to eat the big bad wolf: a joke.
▸ SUMMARY:As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you. In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook. The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.
007. QUARTER QUELL by @laughing-with-god
▸ PAIRING:Yandere Career Jungkook x Tribute Reader
▸ GENRE:Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games Au
▸ SUMMARY:Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.
NOTE : in case you can't find the next ch just go click on the author's blog name , and then search for any ff you want to read further , you will get the master list
008. STARSTUCK by @trivia-yandere
▸ PAIRING: actor jungkook × female reader
▸ GENRE: oneshot, yandere themes/tendencies, power imbalance, naive reader ,18+
▸ SUMMARY: jungkook, a highly award-winning actor, has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress, to be his love interest in his new movie.
009. BENEATH HIS LOVE by @ctrlsht
▸ PAIRING: jungkook x reader
▸ GENRE: dark romance, psychological thriller, soft yandere
▸ SUMMARY:Jeon Jungkook was once just a foreign high school friend until he disappeared without a word after graduation. Years later, he came back, not just to reconnect, but to claim a place in your life as your lover. To everyone else, your relationship is something out of a fairytale, the kind others envy. And for a while, you believed it too until the mask he wore began to slip, revealing a side of him you never saw coming.
I am not going to continue further after completing 20 here [going to create too much hustle here 🙂] , for more recommendations click on the MASTERPOST [ it will be more categorised but it's going to take some time to tag all the stories cuz i have sooo many ]
hi, i just came across your story “never enough” and i just wanted to explain what’s portrayed there with the somnophilia kink is actually NC, not CNC. please tag appropriately because it was extremely triggering for me when i genuinely expected consent to be exercised or a callback at least to them having agreed/discussed somnophilia earlier. romanticizing these behaviors is very harmful and him loving her or being down bad for her doesn’t justify him taking advantage of her body and autonomy when she has no agency until his dick is already inside her and she wakes up because he’s already fucking her.
no issue with people enjoying NC if that’s your thing, fiction and reality are different things, and you’re free to write whatever you want, i totally understand that. because indeed, readers have to use critical thinking skills—but you take that away from them when you disguise abuse as love, even if unintentionally.
just as readers are responsible from separating reality from fiction, you as an author are responsible for tagging appropriately. and framing this as consensual somnophilia is a misinterpretation of the kink and extremely harmful to what it is and it means.
this isn’t an attack whatsoever, but i was extremely upset so my tone might have come off a bit antagonistic, so i apologize in advance for that.
please be more careful, more aware, and research. and especially, tag appropriately. x
Hello, thank you so much for reaching out and letting me know your thoughts. First off, I want to sincerely apologize if the story triggered you in any way. I truly never intended for that to happen, and I know how important proper TWs are. This is 100% a reminder for me to be more careful moving forward.
For a bit of background, when I wrote Never Enough, I had it in my head that the whole thing was consensual. But that’s on me. I didn’t actually put those details in the story itself, so the way it reads now, it definitely comes across differently. I did some research after your message, and I realized that instead of CNC or NC, Never Enough should’ve been tagged as dub-con, where the consent is missing, but she doesn’t resist. I’ll be updating my warning list asap so it’s clearer moving forward.
I’m really, really sorry again for the oversight, and I honestly appreciate you calling it out in such a respectful way. You don’t sound off at all. Your message actually helps me learn and do better next time. So thank you, truly. 💙
Hellowww^^ These are mainly Yoonkook tbh, but there's a KTH one too? Yeah. Tbh, I just thought of editing the first rec list but realized I want to add Jk cuz I have a fic I've read a long time ago and really wanted to shareeee (read: recent->old). So, again, be mindful when reading! Most in these have explicit scence-_- Claps and praises to the authors^^
These are works of fiction. Events, characters, and depictions are entirely imagined and do not represent the real-life actions or personalities of any real individuals, including the idols mentioned.
Study Break by @glossdebut (MYG)
I wish I have a tutor like him...
The Wrong Sister by @jkwrites-m (JJK)
got me feeling like a Victorian woman
Okay, Bloomer by @luxekook (MYG)
this is sooo cute and soft and playful AAHHHHHH
Magic & Mayhem by @ktownshizzle (MYG Series)
this might be the first time I read a fic while it's still ongoing. The plot is just soooo *fire effects*
The Pink Pill by @dollfaceksj (MYG)
erm... where do I buy the ex and pill...?
The One That I Adore by @gimmethatagustd (MYG)
him being camboy is just... the kinda guilt pleasure ughhh
Sticks & Stones by @xpeachesncream (MYG)
I want to be massaged by him tooT^T
The Boy by @aajjks (JJK)
Imissu... :'< This fic made me realize I like horror fics heh
Subscribed by @aquagustd (MYG)
my knees just go weak for camboy myg HAWWTTT (don't like them irl tho)
Illicit Flavors by @yoongiofmine (MYG)
writing explicit scenes with no experience is NAWT for the weak
Take One by @untaemedqueen (MYG)
i only like this fic, but i don't think i can handle seeing my bf work in this lolz. This is HAWWTT tho
Red Vibe by @yoonia (MYG)
hehe... hawt
Mine by @katarlnabluu (MYG)
emperor Min on top
The Beast of Busan by @trivia-yandere (JJK)
OBSESSED
The Lunchbox Delivery by @jincapableoflove (JJK)
my cutie malewife
The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection by @jincapableoflove (JJK)
this is just so cutteee T^T T^T T^T
Beneathe His Love by @ctrlsht (JJK)
NEED MORE OF THISSSS MANIPULATOR TYPA FICCC
Corpse Bride Groom by @devotedfem (KTH)
cool af
Download Error by @angelikook (JJK)
this is the one I'm talking abt y'all. This got me into tearsT^TT^T
Friendly Marriage by @margotw10bis (JJK)
cuteeeee><><
summary: OF creator, jungkook, loves showing off his assets to his supporters who pay to see his exclusive videos and photos—faceless. but fans wonder why he never has a girl on his videos and why he never interacts with any other girl. they don’t need to know, though, he’s been obsessed with the pretty girl who live streams on her own OF account and who he recognizes as his enemy’s ex-girlfriend. she doesn’t need to know he’s the one who tips her the most with the money he earns from his own OF account, and who loves watching her from a distance. as for him? he doesn’t need to know she stalks him, too.
warnings for this chapter: breaking and entering
Jungkook still looked the same.
When your eyes met his own through the screen of your iPad during the cafe, you knew you would do anything he said without a doubt. Was that too far? Maybe. Maybe not.
But, you recognized him. Of course you did.
It’s been 7 years, yes. You two had seen each other around in high school and spoke two or three times in college. One of the instances was when you begged him not to hit your boyfriend at the time—you should’ve let him punch him since he cheated on you—and that was it. That was your last conversation. But, he still looked the same.
You two were 20 years old and now you’re three years away from being the big 30. He looks bigger than the last time you saw him, however, you would remember that nose anywhere even when he tried to hide himself.
You recognized the tattoos on his hand. Of course you did. Because that’s the same hand you’ve fantasized about holding and choking you simultaneously.
You searched up his account on your computer. The account that’s already bookmarked on your account and who was the reason you searched up “how can I find an IP address?” because Jeon Jungkook drove you crazy.
He hadn’t gone live yet. But he had a new photo with him holding his cock in one hand while he was in bed and his upper body was exposed under the glimmer of lights he had. His face was hidden like it always was, but you saw the scar near his torso where your ex-boyfriend had hurt him.
So it was him.
Your Jungkook from high school and college and who was in the same cafe as you. Did he remember you? Did he know that you gave him his phone?
You don’t know. All you could focus on were his pictures. His videos. Your safe haven that contained his sex videos and every intimate moment and detail he shared with those that paid. Your eyes ran themselves over every blemish, every scar, every tattoo, and every mole.
You swore your heart ached to touch him.
And you’re not sure if whatever delusion you went into made you believe that his fingers touched your skin while you were asleep, because when you woke up, a lingering touch had you holding your cheek as if your body knew whose fingers they were.
You didn’t need to know that he broke in, though.
You didn’t need to know that he unlocked the front door with a key you hid on top of the door frame, which—thankfully—wasn’t under the doormat; he would’ve been upset if you weren’t careful about your safety.
He carefully walked around, avoiding certain cracks and any type of light that came into the house through the gaps of the windows. He didn’t want to scare you if you did wake up.
He eventually stopped at seeing your sleeping figure by the bed, all bundled up on the blankets while the AC blew. Of course, he smiled. You loved the room freezing cold so you could have an excuse to bundle up. Should he be surprised? No.
He slowly got near your bed, a small smile on his lips, his fingers grazing your cheek with such tender care as if you would break, and stared. So fragile. So easy to love.
He eyed the slope of your nose, your lips, and he watched with fascination as you scrunched your nose up in your sleep. So beautiful.
He leaned in, his thumb brushing on your bottom lip. His face hovered over yours, breaths mingling. The tip of his nose bumped yours as if he were about to kiss you, but Jungkook simply traced every mark and blemish on your face he could find with his eyes.
He smiled.
He backed away, glancing at your room, and began to walk around.
He glanced at the trinkets on shelves, books he knew you bought but never read, your computer that he knew had a bunch of lewd videos of you—he only knew because his computer had his lewd videos and pictures he hoped to share with you if you wanted to see them—and you had plushies of every kind that were thrown around since you piled them on your bed.
He paused, though, at seeing the shirt in your closet you wore when you two first met. It wasn’t hard to realize it was that same blue plain shirt with a neckline that highlighted your features that he tried searching up the color of (#1E2380, his phone’s pin) hanging. He had never met someone who made the color blue look as good as you had done.
Now, he knew breaking in was a ballsy move, he’ll admit that, because what happened wanting to take his sweet time and take things slow?
But honestly… you can’t blame him. He has been looking for your face in the faces of strangers who walk past him. When he gets drunk, Namjoon records him talking about you as if he was a soldier yearning for his love who was waiting for him back home. You can’t blame him, not when you were so close, not when he had you back after not having you for years. Not when his soul yearned for a soul that wasn’t his—yet.
He continues looking around to see the things you liked now. Some trinkets were cute and pink and others were black and white. You had some figurines on top of things piled up which he thought were cute.
You hadn’t changed and that made him happy. Though, even if you had changed, he’ll learn to love the new you from the beginning.
“You’re still my sweet girl, hm?” He whispered, sitting down on the chair of your vanity. He looked at the cabinets, at the mirror, and ran his fingers along it. He smiled to himself as he grabbed a photo strip of your face. “And still so ethereal. Look at that smile.”
He traced your face with his eyes, admiring your smile and your silly expressions. How could a woman be so beautiful?
“You know I’d kill for you, sweet girl,” he muttered under his breath as if he were sharing a secret with you. In these terms, he was. But, you were just asleep. “I would. Whoever made you cry, whoever made you scared, made you uncomfortable, made you feel like the world was against you? I’ll handle it. I’ll protect you.”
He looked at your unconscious figure.
“And I’m sorry I broke in,” he said, holding your picture. “I’ll pop on the security camera you think is hidden by the door, so you can see me and upgrade your security better.”
He hummed.
“I know where your ex lives, too,” he continued, leaning back to place a leg over the other. “He had a beautiful girl and he ruined it by letting a woman—who could not compare to you, by the way—touch him? He’s a stupid man.”
He stood up and got closer to you.
He let out a small shaky breath, his fingers tempted to touch your cheek again. He couldn’t though. He couldn’t risk waking you up.
“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered.
He went to leave, but he stopped once he saw that your computer was lit up from under your blanket. He frowned in confusion before he slowly moved the blanket away and lifted it up.
He smirked at seeing his website on display.
“You did recognize me,” he mumbled. “Me…”
He licked his lips, biting his lower lip to contain his breaths of excitement.
He could only imagine your thoughts. He could only think of the fact you saw him at the cafe even as he tried to desperately hide from you. You saw him. You remembered him.
And he let out a low chuckle once he saw the other tab opened with the question he had been searching for, too: “how can I find an IP address?”
“Oh my sweet girl,” he huffed in amusement. “You’re trying to find me, hm? Well, I’ll make it easier for you, okay? We’ll see each other soon.”
He closed your laptop.
He looked at your face again, pocketing your picture in his pocket, before leaning to softly kiss your forehead.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: heavy smut content
summary: It was a stormy anniversary night that turned into disappointment, obsession, and desperate love when Jungkook showed up uninvited. The chaos that followed became a reminder that he can never get enough of you.
Rain pounds against the windows. The lights flicker, and a flash of lightning splits the sky, thunder chasing right after. Your chest tightens. You step toward the window to close the curtains, but headlights cut through the storm.
A car stops in front of your house.
Through the blur of rain, you can’t see clearly, but you already know who it is.
You scoff, roll your eyes, and yank the curtains shut. Dropping onto the couch with crossed arms, you pretend the night isn’t already getting under your skin.
A few minutes pass before there’s a knock at your door. It’s soft, nearly drowned out by the storm, but still there. Persistent. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss it.
“Babe, open up, please. I’m already soaking wet out here.”
You hear Jungkook’s voice outside the door, and irritation bubbles in your chest. You want to turn off the lights, hide under a blanket, and pretend you’re not home. Let him stand out there in the rain like the stubborn fool he is.
Then lightning flashes, and before you know it, you’re unlocking the door.
The storm follows him inside. He’s soaked, clothes plastered to his skin, water dripping from his hair as he shakes himself off like a wet dog.
You cross your arms, glaring.
And him? He just grins, like showing up uninvited in the middle of a storm is perfectly normal. He leans in for a kiss, but you shove him back without a second thought.
“What the fuck, Jungkook? You’re soaking wet!”
He laughs, the audacity radiating off him. “Sorry, baby.”
He peels off his leather jacket, then his shirt. He uses it to wipe the water off his face.
You stay rooted in place, annoyed as hell. “I told you not to come. It’s storming. What if something happened to you on the way here?”
He just shrugs, flashing that smug little smirk. “Guess we’ll never know.”
You groan and turn to walk away, but you don’t get far. He’s already wrapping himself around you.
“Babeee, I’m sorry, okay?” he says in that sickly sweet voice, arms locked around you. He buries his face into your neck, and you immediately shake out of his grip.
“I hate you,” you snap. “You didn’t follow what we fucking agreed on!!”
Before you can storm off, he grabs you and pulls you into one of those suffocating bear hugs, holding you so tightly you can't even move.
“I’m really sorry,” he murmurs. “Taehyung called. His car broke down and he needed help. I thought I could still make it in time, babe, I swear. But by the time I got done, the storm was already insane. Even if I made it, we wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in this weather.”
You were supposed to be out with him tonight. 2nd anniversary. But there was no solid plan, no real direction. Just him tossing random-ass suggestions that led nowhere. And then he disappears, doesn’t answer your calls, barely replies to your messages. And suddenly you find out after the sky opens up that he was at his friend’s place this whole time?
Fuck that.
“That’s not even the point,” you snap, your voice rising just as the rain slams harder against the windows. “You didn’t answer your fucking phone. Your messages made no sense. You could’ve told me earlier. Then I could’ve just told myself, ‘Cool, guess he decided fixing Taehyung’s car was more important than spending our anniversary together. A car that could’ve waited ‘til tomorrow, by the way!’”
Your words are sharp, loud, and the rain outside feels like background noise now.
“I’m sorry, babe. Really sorry.”
You keep cussing him out, shoving at his chest, telling him to get the hell off you, but he doesn’t budge. He just keeps holding you, arms locked around your waist like he belongs there, murmuring “I’m sorry” over and over again.
You’re still pissed. Honestly, you didn’t even want to see him tonight. But the more you curse, the more tired you get. And somewhere between telling him to go to hell and calling him an idiot, you stop fighting. Your hands go limp against his chest, and you let yourself sink into his arms, still stubborn, still mad, but warm now. Weak to the way he holds you like he means it.
“You don’t know how much you pissed me off, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter against his shoulder, your voice sharp but your body already betraying you.
His grip loosens slightly, just enough for him to press a soft kiss to the side of your neck. Then another. And another. Slow, warm, and way too gentle for how mad you are. Goosebumps erupt on your skin like your body’s already forgotten you’re mad.
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to melt, but then he looks at you, and goddamn, those eyes. Dark. Hungry. Unapologetically his.
The air between you shifts. Heavy. Charged.
And fuck it.
You grab him by the back of the neck and crash your lips onto his. Hard and essy. His hands slide down your back, guiding you closer like he’s been dying to feel you again. You clutch his shoulders, your fingers digging in as his mouth moves against yours with that same desperate apology in every kiss.
Then his tongue slides into your mouth and he sucks on your bottom lip.
You gasped as his kisses traveled down to your neck, finding yourself desperate for air as he continued to tease and excite you with his touch. He pressed himself firmly against you, holding onto you as he left a mark on your neck, claiming you. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was back at your lips, kissing you with a fervor.
He pulled back just long enough to speak, his voice coming out in a low whine as he apologized once again. "I'm so sorry, baby," he murmured, his lips finding yours once more.
A shiver ran through you as you felt yourself growing hotter, your underwear already starting to cling to you. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom, the door closing behind him, and he laid you down on the bed, his hands still gripping your thighs as he continued to kiss you, his body pressing you into the mattress.
The two of you were locked in a moment of silence, both of you gasping for air as he hovered over you, his body a beautiful display of his muscles. His skin is glistening in the dim light, every line of his abs clearly defined as you gaze at him with hungry eyes. He peels off your top and then your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His gaze roams your body, making your stomach clench. He bites his bottom lip, the gesture making you shiver, before he slowly leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss.
You break the kiss, intending to sound annoyed, but the words come out more like a plea. "This is your idea of a celebration?" you say, your voice low and breathless.
He grins at your tone, his fingers gently tracing your cheek. "Maybe it is, maybe it's not," he replies, his smirk growing wider.
He slowly unclasps the bra you're wearing, letting it fall to the floor. Before you can even catch your breath, his mouth is on your breast, warm and hungry. You gasp loudly, twisting your legs restlessly as his tongue begins to lick your right nipple.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of him between your breasts. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on your nipple. The desperation in his movements was turning you on like a goddamn bitch.
He traced circles around your hard nipples with his thumbs, the sensation driving you wild. Suddenly, his eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hunger burning in his gaze.
"You fucking love it, don't you?" he whispered, biting his lower lip as he watched your chest heave with each breath.
When you nod, he pinches your nipples harder, rolling them between his fingers until you let out a moan that's half pleasure, half desperation.
"Say it," he demands again, his voice low and rough. “Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
“I love.. i-it!”
He continues to suck your nipples, his hips grinding against yours in slow circles as if they have minds of their own. Even through his pants, you can feel his dick growing harder by the second.
“Damn, you're already so fucking wet." He chuckles playfully, licking his fingers, then he spreads your legs aggressively, baring your pussy right in front of him.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmurs against your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking. Each lick sends shocks through your body. Every moan feels like an explosion inside.
He spreads your pussy lips wide with his fingers, exposing you completely. His tongue laps at your entire pussy, starting from your hole up to your clit. You're too overwhelmed with pleasure to even look at him anymore. All you can do is feel.
He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes your legs shake. His tongue is still working overtime on your clit, sucking and licking, leaving you breathless. You're a mess of moans, and your tits are bouncing with each thrust of his fingers.
As you sensed the orgasm building up inside, you instinctively reached down to help Jungkook rub your clit. But before you could cum, he stopped abruptly.
"Jungkook!" You cried out in frustration, body aching with anticipation. But before you could even process what was happening, his lips crashed down on you to kiss you. He pinned your hands above your head, holding you as he devoured your mouth.
"You're not going to cum yet, babe," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. With a swift motion, he removed his pants, revealing his massive, thick cock. Veins bulged beneath the surface, making your heart race even faster.
Still pinned beneath him, you felt his left hand slide onto your side, while his right hand pressed into the bed and his left foot dug into the floor, supporting his weight. Jungkook began to rub his erection in front of you, his eyes burning as he gazed at you.
You bit down on the inside of your cheeks, eyes fixed on Jungkook as he stroked himself in front of you. Your gaze locked, the tension between the two of you is visible. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, the friction making you even more aroused as you watched him.
Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook slowly lowered his dick, pressing it against your pussy. He teased you, moving his it up and down, the wetness making it easy for him to glide against you, as you dug your fingers into the bed mattress.
"I'm still amazed by how my cock fits into your tight pussy," he whispered, his voice husky. His words sent shivers down your spine as he continued to rub against you.
Suddenly, you grabbed his arm and pulled him beside you. In a swift motion, you straddled him, taking control. Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly lit up with excitement as he stared at your body hovering above him.
A smirk spread across Jungkook's face as he licked his lips. "My baby wants to be on top tonight, huh?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
You shot him a determined look. "After how you pissed me off today, I'm not letting you call the shots tonight." With that, you positioned yourself between his legs, thighs spreading wide as you slowly rubbed your pussy against his erect dick. Jungkook's head threw back, his eyes closed in pleasure, as he bit down on his bottom lip.
He propped himself up on the headboard, his gaze fixed on you as you teasingly rubbed your pussy against his dick, coating it with your wetness. With deliberate slowness, you guided his massive cock into your pussy, taking your time as you adjusted to its size. A soft moan escaped your lips as the initial discomfort gave way to pleasure, and you finally felt comfortable with him inside you.
Jungkook’s gaze burned with a mix of awe and hunger. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N," he moaned, his breath uneven.
You braced yourself by placing your hands on your sides, then began to bounce on his cock. Your mouth fell open, a gasp escaping you.
The room was dim, the storm outside throwing shadows across the walls. Even in the half-light, you could see the raw intensity in Jungkook’s eyes, locked on you as if he couldn’t look away. Every roll of thunder seemed to match the rhythm of your body, blending with his deep moans that pushed you to move faster.
"FUCK, Y/N! Baby, don't stop," he gasped, his voice breaking with desperation. His tone only fueled your desire, driving you to ride him harder and faster.
As the thunderstorm rages outside, you let out a moan. He pulls back, craving your lips, and sucks on your nipples, sending you into a madness.
He then devours your breasts with his tongue, his eyes burning with hunger and desire as he faces you.
"Baby, I need to capture this," he growls, his lips brushing against yours, his tongue getting deeper. He breaks away, gasping, "Let's film this, please?"
As you feel the heat rising, you give a slight nod. Without hesitation, he reaches for his phone, opens the camera, and presses record. He positions it on the bedside table, capturing the perfect angle of the two of you.
Being filmed in intimate moments wasn't foreign to you. He'd been doing it for a while now. You got used to it, thinking it was just his little habit. You didn’t mind, because you trusted him and let him have what he wanted.
His hands held your waist, guiding your movements as he sucked your skin. His lips and tongue roam across your neck, breasts, and every inch of your upper body, sending shivers down your spine.
As you moved in perfect sync, you sensed that he was about to cum. He grasped your thighs, his fingers digging deep, and thrust himself into you with intensity. Your moans grew louder, echoing the intensity of his movements.
"Babe, I'm getting close," he whispered, his voice laced with urgency. "Suck me, please." He begged.
Without hesitation, you broke free from his embrace, and he lifted himself up. You shifted back, aligning your head with his cock, and took him in.
His massive dick stretched your limits, only halfway fitting in your mouth. You countered by using your hand to coax the rest, working in with your lips.
"Baby, don't stop, please! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he moaned, his head thrown back, a sight that only increases your arousal. You couldn't help but pleasure yourself with your free hand, the sensation building as you sucked.
But nothing prepared you for what came next. With a sudden jolt, he thrust his hips, destroying your mouth, and you felt a burst of panic as you struggled to catch your breath. Yet, you continue, determined to see him cum.
His release came with a raw, thunderous moan. Cum filled your mouth in a rush, and he pulled back, stroking himself urgently until every last cum left his body.
He grabbed his phone next, zooming in to capture your face.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” he panted, still filming as he continued to stroke himself dry.
With a firm but tender hand, he lifted your head, dragging his cum across your lips and urging you to take it in.
"Swallow them all, baby. C'mon," he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.
As the last droplet of his cum disappeared down your throat, he remained frozen, admiring your used and exhausted face. The camera had stopped rolling, but his fascination lingered. His fingers gently stroked your cheeks, tracing the contours of your gasping features.
“So much beauty, baby.” He said, caressing your face.
He guided you back against the headboard, then got up to switch on the lamp and grab the tissues and wipes from your drawer. By the time he returned, you were leaning there with your head resting back, eyes heavy with sleep. The sight of you like that made him pause; it was something he could never get tired of. Worn out, messy, completely undone because of him. And the more he looked, the more it stirred something deeper inside him.
“What are you gonna do?” you asked, your voice low and worn out. He sat beside you, pulling out a baby wipe before dragging it slowly across your face, cleaning the remaining cum he left behind. His dick twitched hard in his hand, aching to fuck your mouth again.
“Cleaning you up,” he murmured, his voice low as he gently dragged the wipe across your face. When he was done, he grabbed a tissue, dabbing softly until your skin was dry. You looked spent. Eyes heavy, body slack, but he wasn’t even halfway through with what he wanted from you.
The moment he tossed the tissue aside, your gazes locked. That alone was enough to thicken the air between you. He leaned in without hesitation, his mouth crashing onto yours. You kissed him back, slowly.
“C’mon, baby. We’re just getting started,” he teased against your lips, his voice playful. He shifted behind you without breaking the kiss, spreading his legs wide so you were seated snugly between them. His hand slid up, fingers squeezing your tits, while the other drifted lower, parting your thighs and finding your pussy.
He rubbed you slowly, deliberately, until your body trembled. Breaking the kiss, he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them wet before sliding back down to your clit. The slick glide made you gasp, a shaky moan slipping past your lips.
“A-ahhh…” The sound alone was enough to make his dick leak, throbbing with the urge to take you apart all over again.
Once he felt how soaked you were, he slid two fingers inside without hesitation. Your back arched instantly, a cry spilling out of you as his other hand kept working your tits, rolling and pinching until your moans broke into shameless sounds.
Not wanting to miss a second, he grabbed his phone with his free hand, angling it in front of you. The camera had the perfect view, the way his fingers pumped into your pussy, the way your body writhed against him. With a quick tap, the red light blinked on.
“Jun–Jungkook… you–fuck!” you gasped, words tumbling over themselves as he picked up the pace, driving into you harder. The slick sounds between your thighs filled the room, your body already trembling with release.
He leaned close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “What was that again, baby?” His voice was a low tease before his mouth closed around your earlobe, sucking it slow while his fingers pushed you right to the edge.
Your back arched high as he shoved another finger inside you, fucking you harder and faster. The pressure was overwhelming, your body twitching with every thrust. It was too much, the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain, making you whimper and try to pull away only for him to grab you and hold you down every time you tried to escape.
“Babe, fuck!” you screamed, the sound raw and broken as wave after wave of overstimulation tore through you. He only smirked, watching the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, completely addicted to how wrecked you were beneath his touch.
You could feel it coming, the pressure building until it was unbearable. You tried to pull back, but he only pushed harder, slipping his fingers out and attacking your clit with rough, relentless circles. The only thing that tore out of you was his name, moaned over and over.
“Yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.
The storm outside roared as you finally broke, screaming when a rush of wet heat burst from your body. It poured out of you, messy and uncontrollable, while he kept rubbing your clit and teasing your nipples, forcing every last drop from you.
You squirted so much it left you shaking, body drained and trembling, lungs struggling for air. He slowed only then, covering your damp skin with soft kisses, worshipping the mess he had made of you.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so hot,” he breathed, covering your face and neck with lazy kisses.
You couldn’t even lift a finger anymore. Your body was spent, limp against his chest. All you could do was melt into him as he carefully cleaned you up, each gentle touch a sharp contrast to the way he had just ruined you.
It had been too much. Your body wrecked, your lungs burning, but you loved every second of it. You loved him for it. Because no one knew how to push you, break you, and please you the way he did.
The night had finally settled. The wild winds, thunder, and flashes of lightning had quieted, leaving only the soft patter of rain fading against the windows. Wrapped in your duvet, you slept soundly, your breaths deep and steady.
Beside you, Jungkook lay awake. Sleep never even crossed his mind; his attention was far too consumed with something else entirely.
The two of you had already showered together after your earlier rounds. Though, of course, even in the shower, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. And yet, somehow, it still wasn’t enough. No matter how many times he touched you, tasted you, had you, it only ever made him crave you more.
Tonight was no different. If anything, it was worse.
You lay beneath the thick comforter, the rise and fall of your breathing slow with sleep. But all Jungkook could think about was the satin white nightgown you had slipped into before bed, his favorite, the one that clung to you just right. The thought of you wearing it now, so close beside him, was enough to make him hard all over again.
Jungkook’s thumb hovered over the screen as the video of you he took played again, your moans echoing low in the dark room. His chest tightened each time you whimpered his name, every sound burrowing deep into him until his dick throbbed painfully against his palm.
“Jun–Jungkook… you–fuck!”
He bit down on his lower lip, groaning under his breath as he heard you curse. His hand had already slipped beneath the waistband of his sweats without him realizing, his palm wrapping around his dick, stroking slowly as his eyes stayed locked on you. But then, his gaze flicked sideways toward the real thing.
You were right there beside him, curled up under the duvet, breathing softly and evenly in sleep. The contrast made his head spin. There you were, peaceful and untouched, while on his phone, you were a trembling mess falling apart for him. He groaned at the thought, his hand tightening around his length.
The video ended, but he instantly replayed it, searching for that perfect moment. Again and again, he let it loop, each repeat making him burn hotter. And when even that wasn’t enough, he zoomed in on your face. Your eyes, your parted lips, the way you looked wrecked from just his fingers, and it only drove him closer to the edge.
He had already pulled his dick free, stroking it lazily while his phone glowed in the dark. On screen, you twitch beneath him, lips parted, moans spilling out. He couldn’t even remember when the habit started. When filming you during your most vulnerable moments became a necessity rather than a whim. All he knew was that he was grateful. Grateful you trusted him enough, grateful you never questioned the way his hands always reached for his phone, desperate to capture you.
Now, it was his addiction. His treasure.
It wasn’t enough to keep those files tucked away, untouched. No, he watched them daily, like a ritual, as if your pleasure was medicine keeping him alive. Tonight was no different. With a shaky breath, he swiped through his gallery. His private album glared back at him, a collection built carefully over time. Videos, photos, even the ones you shyly sent him when you missed him too much. He saved them all. He never missed a single one.
Every pixel, every sound, every look, you were his obsession, and he craved you more with each passing second.
His hands sped up the moment he stumbled across a video you’d sent him before. It was just a casual outfit check, nothing special, but the way that bodycon dress clung to your curves had him groaning before he even realized it. You looked impossibly hot, every line of your body showcased perfectly, and just standing there, showing off your outfit to the camera, you made him ache to fuck you raw.
This wasn’t new. Almost every day, if he had a moment alone, he’d stroke himself while watching you. He didn’t care that it was becoming an addiction because, in reality, he had already crossed the line. He wasn’t addicted to the videos. He was addicted to you.
As he neared his release, he pulled up his favorite video of you. Him fingering you from behind, and the screen caught the perfect angle of your face and pussy. Your moans and screams echoed through the room, your body twitching uncontrollably, and he couldn’t take his eyes off it.
He pumped faster, chasing the climax that had been building for him all night. The video of him fingering you, synced with the reality of his own hands, pushed him over the edge. When it finally happened, a hot rush of cum spilled from him, messy and unstoppable, while the video still played of your wet, desperate body climaxing.
In his insanity, he accidentally dropped his phone, the screen still capturing you in motion, while he groaned and shuddered, a fresh cum spilling across his abdomen. Even as his body shook from release, his eyes never left you, sleeping peacefully beside him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
“Fuck…” he cursed, chest heaving, exhausted and spent from the intensity of it all.
He lay there, breathing hard, chest still rising and falling as he tried to calm down. The room was quiet. Too quiet except for the sound of his heartbeat in his ears and your steady breathing beside him. You were fast asleep, completely out of it, and that only made him more restless.
He stayed like that for a while, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. But it didn’t. It was already past two in the morning, and his body was wired, wide awake.
So he turned his head, eyes landing on you. The way your chest rose and fell. The soft mess of your hair against the pillow. The little part in your lips as you breathed. And just like that, it hit him all over again. Why was he even here tonight, in your apartment, in your bed, with his thoughts spinning and his body still aching?
Yesterday was supposed to be your 2nd anniversary. Supposed to be. But instead of celebrating, you were stuck inside because of the storm and because of him. He knew it was his fault. No excuses this time.
He’d been wrapped up with his friends the day before, careless, not thinking about how important yesterday was supposed to be. He didn’t plan it out properly, or give you anything solid to look forward to. And when the storm hit, it only made everything worse.
The truth? He did have something planned. Just… not for the actual date. He’d secretly booked a trip to Thailand, a way to celebrate the anniversary in his own style. But it wasn’t until 10 days from now, and he hadn’t told you yet. He only made the reservation last week, while you were drowning in work, and he thought surprising you later would make it special.
But he knew that didn’t change a thing. It didn’t erase how thoughtless he’d been. It didn’t excuse the way he acted with you. And it sure as hell didn’t make up for the attitude he brought to your anniversary.
He turned his head and let his eyes settle on you, lost in the rhythm of your steady breathing. You had no idea what he’d done just hours ago. No idea how wrecked he’d left you before sleep pulled you under.
You looked so damn peaceful now. Like an angel. Soft. Innocent. Sweet. Nothing like the way you sounded when he had you begging earlier.
He shifted closer, slow and careful, until his face hovered inches from yours. The back of his fingers brushed gently against your cheek, tracing down your skin like he was memorizing you all over again.
He didn’t pull back. He couldn’t. He just kept watching you, caught up in every little detail. The rise and fall of your chest. The way your lashes rested against your skin. He even found himself counting them like some lovesick fool.
The blanket was pulled up to your shoulders, leaving just enough for him to follow with his touch. From your cheek, down the line of your jaw, and lower, until he was tracing the curve of your shoulder. He waited, half-expecting you to flinch, to stir, to pull away.
But you didn’t. You stayed perfectly still, lost in your dreams.
He moved closer, face just inches from yours, and carefully tucked a few loose strands of hair away. Your name slipped from his lips in a whisper. But nothing. You didn’t even twitch.
He chuckled low under his breath, pressing a finger against your nose just to see if you’d stir. Still nothing.
And then, almost without realizing it, he pulled the comforter down. His eyes widened the second he caught sight of your tits spilling free, heavy and perfect, resting there like they were begging for him.
His dick twitched instantly, pressing hard against the fabric of his sweats.
You were lying on your side in his favorite nightgown, the one that clung to your body in all the right ways. The thin straps had slipped off your shoulder, leaving your arms and chest completely exposed as you slept soundly beside him.
‘Fuck. She’s fucking hot.’
His hand hovered, then gave in, tracing down your arm, knuckles brushing soft skin, as he shoved the last of the comforter away from your body.
He froze the moment you shifted, a soft groan slipping from your lips as you rolled onto your side. His whole body went rigid like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over him, hand still hanging in the air where your skin had been just seconds ago.
He waited. One second. Two. Five.
Your breathing evened out again, steady and deep. Still asleep.
This time, your back was to him, the comforter pushed down, leaving your body on display. His jaw tightened because fuck, your nightgown barely covered you, satin riding up high enough that the curve of your ass was outlined perfectly in the dim light. That little slip of fabric was useless. He could see everything.
Without hesitation, he inched closer until his chest pressed against your back. His hand found your shoulder, resting there, before sliding down slowly. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of your shampoo, then dragged his nose along the curve of your neck.
“Goddamn…” he whispered against your skin, his cock straining as heat surged through him all over again.
You smelled so fucking sweet. So soft, so sexy that it made his head spin. The more he breathed you in, the more he lost himself in the thought of just taking you right now. Didn’t matter that you were unconscious. If anything, that only made his dick twitch harder. He wanted it. He wanted you like this, raw and helpless in his arms.
His lips were already betraying him, pressing slow, desperate pecks along your neck and down to your shoulder. His hand slid lower without him realizing, brushing across your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin through the thin nightgown. Every inch of you was so fucking addicting.
His right arm locked tight around your torso, pulling you flush against him, while his other hand wandered to your thighs. He traced up, slow and teasing, until his fingers hovered right at your core.
“Fuck…” he breathed, his teeth dragging lightly over your skin.
You were so fucking soft. So easy to mold under his touch. And right then, all he wanted was to ruin you. To break you down piece by piece until you couldn’t help but give in to him.
You let out a soft moan, pressing your back into his touch without even realizing it. That tiny sound nearly made him lose his fucking mind. Just the way you breathed against him was enough to make him want to cum right there.
“Baby…” he whispered into your ear, voice low and needy, almost a whimper, as his hips rocked forward. He ground his hard dick against your back, letting the friction drive him deeper into the madness. His fingers slid lower, brushing over the thin fabric of your panties.
His hand roamed higher, cupping your tits and giving them a slow squeeze. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, teasing them, rubbing until they hardened under his touch. You didn’t stir. You didn’t resist. And that only turned him on more.
The thought of being buried inside you while you were still asleep sent a rush through his veins that was almost unbearable. He wanted to ruin you like this, claim every inch of you without you even realizing. He even thought about reaching for his phone, filming every second like he had before. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, not even for that. He was already too far gone, too obsessed with every little thing he was doing to you.
“I love you so much… I love you, Y/N.” The words spilled out of him in a broken whisper, over and over, like a prayer he couldn’t stop chanting. He was so fucking gone for you. Down bad in every way.
He slid the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder, lowering his head to press slow kisses on your bare skin. His lips trailed down while his hands kept exploring every inch of your body, mapping you like he didn’t already know you by heart. All the while, his hips kept grinding into you, his dick straining hard against your back.
When his fingers drifted lower, he froze. You were wet. Even in your sleep, your body was reacting to him, and that was all it took to push him past the edge. He pulled his dick out, thick and throbbing, and slid it between your thighs. The soft fabric of your panties pressed against him as he started fucking the space between them, grinding through the heat of your core.
His hand gripped your ass, guiding you against him, making sure he felt every bit of you as he thrust. The pace picked up fast, each movement sharper, hungrier. You bounced with the force of his rhythm, his dick gliding perfectly between your thighs while he groaned your name like he couldn’t get enough.
His dick slid between your thighs again, and the second he felt that wetness seeping through your panties, he nearly lost it. The friction was fucking perfect, your soft heat wrapped around him even if he wasn’t inside you.
He pressed his face into your neck, groaning low as his hips snapped forward again, grinding hard into that spot where your thighs squeezed him tight.
“Fuck, baby… you feel so good,” he whispered against your skin.
He started slow, dragging his dick back and forth between your thighs, letting the swollen head nudge your clit through the fabric of your panties. Each thrust cover more of your wetness along him, and he swore he could drown in it. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you back tighter against him, while the other guided your thigh higher so he could fuck you even deeper between them. The motion made your ass bounce against his hips, and he nearly came right there.
“Shit—fuck—” he hissed, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the sound. He was grinding faster now, rutting against you like a man possessed, but every time he got close, he forced himself to slow down, dragging it out because he wanted to lose himself in this. In you.
His lips trailed up to your ear, sucking on your lobe as his hips rolled, his dick still sliding between your thighs. This time, his fingers slipped under your panties, brushing against your folds before sliding inside. The moment he felt how wet you already were, something in him snapped. Sanity gone, replaced with raw need.
“A-aahh… J-jungkook…”
The sound left you in a soft, unconscious moan, and his chest hammered so hard it almost hurt. His whole body froze, eyes wide, breath shuddering.
Hearing your voice, hearing his name, tore the last bit of control from him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, his dick twitching violently between your thighs as a broken sound ripped from his throat. It was too much. You were too much. That one moan sent him straight to heaven and back, and he didn’t know how the fuck he was supposed to survive you.
His hips grind against your folds, sliding through the slickness he’s already pulled out of you. Every thrust makes him groan because you’re wetter with each pass, and the fact that your body answers him even in sleep is driving him insane.
“I love you… I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, words breaking apart into whimpers as his mouth clings to your neck. He sucks hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t even care if you wake. In fact, fuck. He wants you to. He wants you to open your eyes and see exactly how far gone he is for you.
His lips trail across your shoulder, tasting your skin, biting down softly before catching your earlobe between his teeth. He drags you closer, clutching you like you might slip away at any second. His thrusts grow messier, needier, his free hand roaming greedily. He palms your breast, pinching your nipple, then strokes lower, sliding down your belly, brushing over your thighs. He squeezes, caresses, and then drags his hand up again in slow strokes.
God, you feel too good. So fucking perfect it makes him dizzy. Every curve, every sound, every unconscious shift of your body feeds the obsession clawing at his chest. You’re his addiction, and it’s driving him out of his mind.
“Uhh—nghh…”
The sound slips from you, soft and needy.
It tears a whimper out of him. Fuck. Hearing you respond, even half-asleep, snaps something in him. He grinds harder, faster, his hips rutting against you as if he could bury himself through sheer will. He doesn’t even notice when your panties slip lower, baring you. He only realizes when the thick head of his cock drags through your soaked folds.
He bites down on his lip, wrapping you tighter in his arms like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, and angles himself without thinking. He hadn’t meant to. Not yet, not like this, but he’s too far gone. Too high on the way you feel. With one desperate push, he sinks inside, gasping at the hot, wet pull of you around him.
“Fuck, Y/N…” he groans, forehead pressed to your shoulder as his body shudders. You’re so wet. So ready that you take him in too easily. His dick throbs, aching as your hips shift, your ass pressing back against him instinctively. When he finally dares to glance at your face, you’re frowning in your sleep, breaths coming heavy and uneven.
That was it. The last thread of control in him snapped, and Jungkook started thrusting into you slowly at first, then harder, chasing the heat that swallowed him whole. Each push made him groan, low and broken, like he couldn’t believe how good you felt wrapped around him.
“Uhh—Jungkook…”
Your voice. Soft. Groggy. His eyes shot to your face instantly, heart slamming against his ribs. Your lashes fluttered, lids threatening to lift, and for a split second, panic stabbed through him. But instead of stopping, the panic only twisted into something darker and hotter. Excitement ran through his veins. You were waking up. You’d feel him. You’d know.
His fingers laced through yours, pressing your hands into the sheets. He held them tight, almost desperately, watching every twitch of your face as his hips moved against you. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t push him off. Instead, your body answered, clenching around his dick.
“Fuck—yes, baby, just like that…” he choked, rutting deeper, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him.
Then, without opening your eyes, you tugged his hand closer and pressed a lazy kiss to his knuckles. His breath caught. You were awake enough to kiss him, to let him keep fucking into you.
And it made him lose his mind.
“Y/N… baby…” His voice cracked into a groan as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like he was drowning. His hands hooked under your thighs, forcing them open, dragging them up around his waist so he could fuck deeper. And god, he did, slamming into you, every thrust harder and desperate.
Your body jolted with each push, your moans spilling out. He locked one of your wrists above your head, using the leverage to pound into you harder, while his other hand was busy circling your clit. Fast, ruthless, making you squirm under him.
“Fuck, that’s it—take it, baby, fuck—” His teeth clenched as your cunt squeezed him, dripping so much it made his dick slide in wet, filthy sounds that only drove him crazier.
You gripped him, holding on tight, your hips rolling back to meet his thrusts. The way you moaned. Broken and needy had him losing it completely.
His mouth crashed onto yours, tongue pushing deep, like he needed to own every single part of you. The kiss was sloppy, starved, wet like he hadn’t tasted you in years. He groaned into your mouth, fucking you raw, grinding his cock against the soft spot inside you while his fingers kept punishing your clit.
“Y/N…” he whimpered, thrusts slamming harder. “Baby, I love you so fucking much.” His mouth crushed against yours, a violent, messy kiss, his tongue fucking your mouth the same way his cock fucked you.
Your only answer was a broken cry of his name, your voice too wrecked to form words.
“Say it… Fuck, say you love me too,” he begged against your throat, biting down hard enough to leave marks.
“I love… you… ahhh, Jungkook!”
Hearing it snapped what little control he had left. He drove into you with force, his hips pounding like he was trying to ruin you, his hand working your clit. Your body writhed under him, moans spilling out louder, raw, overstimulated, as he pushed you past the edge again and again.
“Say my name again… please, baby,” his voice cracked, thin and desperate.
You obeyed, moaning his name over and over, each cry pulling him deeper. His pace turned brutal, every thrust sharp, his fingers grinding your clit until your body shook under him.
His abs tightened, his grip on your hand as he lost control. “Fuck—baby, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming—Y/N!” he shouted, chanting your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
He clung to you like he’d fall apart without you, hips slamming hard enough that the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room. His arms hooked under your thighs, spreading you wide open as he drove in deeper, desperate not to let go.
You felt it. The rush of his cum spilling inside you. Warm and heavy as his body trembled. He groaned into your mouth, kissing you messily, swallowing your moans as he fucked every drop deeper, refusing to let a single drop escape.
Even after he was spent, he didn’t pull out. His tongue tangled with yours, biting at your lips, sucking your tongue like he still couldn’t get enough. Slowly, his thrusts softened, his roughness easing into something tender as his hands smoothed over your skin.
Your hips rolled against him until his cock slipped out, and his hand was already there, rubbing your clit, dragging your slick all over before sliding two fingers deep inside you. His tongue tangled with yours, kissing you like he needed your breath to live, while his fingers fucked up into you hard and fast.
“Fuck, Jungkook!” you cried, your thighs trembling as his free hand latched onto your breast, twisting your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
He pulled his fingers out just to slap your clit, then rubbed it furiously, and your body snapped. A scream ripped from your throat as hot streams burst out of you, soaking his hand, his abs, even the sheets beneath. The sound of it hitting the bed was filthy, obscene, and Jungkook moaned against your shoulder like he was addicted to it.
“Yes, baby, soak me. Fuck, you’re so messy for me,” he growled, still rubbing your swollen clit until more liquid gushed out, dripping down your thighs, spilling onto the mattress.
By the time the last wave hit, you were shaking violently in his arms, your pussy still twitching around nothing. His drenched fingers rested over your swollen folds, smearing your cum over your skin while he kissed your neck, your jaw, your shoulders.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered over and over, voice shaky, lips pressed against every inch of your skin.
His chest was still heaving, skin damp with sweat, but his lips softened the second he looked down at you. The marks he left all over your body. To your shoulder, the swell of your breast, the curve of your neck, he kissed them one by one.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered between kisses. “I’m sorry for yesterday. For not planning shit. For making you feel like I didn’t care. You deserve so much more than me showing up empty-handed on our anniversary.”
And yet, god, he was selfish. Because even after wrecking you, all he wanted was to keep you in his arms, to hold you tighter until you forgave him. He pressed his face into your neck, breathing you in. He was obsessed, and he knew it.
Then, true to who he was, Jungkook broke the heavy silence with a crooked grin. “Though, to be fair… angry anniversary sex is still anniversary sex, right?”
You smacked his chest weakly, rolling your eyes, but the corners of your lips curved despite yourself. “You’re such an idiot.”
He laughed softly, holding you tighter. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
You smacked his chest, and when he heard your small laugh, relief flooded through him. He brushed your hair off your damp forehead, thumb stroking your cheek, his expression vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often.
“Truth is,” he admitted quietly, “I was scared you’d think I wasn’t enough. That I keep fucking things up. So I overcompensate and try to wing it, but then I just… disappoint you more.” He paused, his voice dropping even lower. “I actually booked something for us. It’s a trip to Thailand. 10 days from now. I wanted to surprise you, but you’ve been so busy, and I thought maybe it wasn’t the right time to dump it on you. So I kept my mouth shut.”
You stared at him, stunned, as his thumb kept tracing your skin nervously like he was bracing for rejection. “You did that?”
He nodded, lips pressing together. “Yeah. Doesn’t excuse yesterday. I know I fucked up. But I just… I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I love you.”
When you pulled away, he was already moving, grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. He cleaned you up carefully. He pressed the towel gently between your thighs and wiped your skin. He grabbed water, helped you drink, then slipped back under the covers with you, pulling you against his chest.
The two of you lie tangled together, his hand tracing slow circles on your back. The air smelled like rain and sweat and something warm you couldn’t name.
“Do you hate me a little less now?” he teased quietly.
You chuckled against his skin. “Maybe.”
“Maybe’s better than no,” he said.
For a long while, silence filled the room. But even in silence, his mind was loud. He pressed his face into your hair, voice muffled but firm.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for every time I’ve let you down,” he whispered.
It was a truth he’d already decided on: he’d never let you slip away.
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This has been rotting in my gdocs since idk when 😂 I was just digging for a work file and found it, and honestly, I’m like ‘wait, this isn’t bad at all, I should finish it’ LMAO
Warnings- Yandere (Mentions of kidnapping/ Emotional manipulation/ Toxic and unhealthy love/ Obsessive Love/ Forced Intimacy/ Abusive behavior/ Controlling behavior/ Power play/ Jeon is freaking scary/ Unhealthy coping mechanisms/ Reader is broken and confused/ Possesiveness/Violence/Murder attempts/ Blood) SMUT (Oral (F. rec)/Oral fixation/Overstimualtion/ Dirty talk/ Daddy kink/ Heavy degradation/Humiliation/Foot job/Orgasm control/Slight bondage/Spit play) This is a story please!!
Word count- 28K
a/n- Hey lovelies... Here we finally are... The story is finally ending. I'm equally excited and sad. Even though I didn't plan on making this a series at first, I really fell in love with this over time. So, it pains to me to think that we are saying bye to PP Jungkook. I hope I've done a justice to the story and that you guys'd enjoy this last part as you did the past chapters. And I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. Lastly, thank you so much for all the love you sent my way throughout the whole story. You guys are the best. You made me keep going, made my worst and dullest days bright. I don't have words to thank you all enough. Let's meet with a new story maybe. I love you all.... so FUCKING much!!!❤️
I'm exceeding the 1000 blocks here so I had to post the story as two posts. You'll find the link in the end of this post.
TOXIC TILL THE END | IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU | DARKSIDE
This is the second sequel, read the first part here -
Jungkook can’t stop. Even when you’re practically crying and writhing on the kitchen island. Even when your weak hands are grabbing his hair and trying to push his head away. Even when he had already made you cum three times on his tongue. Still, Jungkook can’t stop ravishing on your delicious cunt.
No. He can’t stop. He feels like he’d die if he stops.
No. You taste too good for him to do that.
“Just one more time baby…” He moans into your sloppy pussy, just bringing his face up enough to be able to talk. Then he dives back in, making you half scream and half cry.
“No… I- I ca-can’t Kook… oh- fuck…” You raise your head to peer at his face buried in your cunt. And the look on your face is enough to make Jungkook bust a nut right then and there. You look ethereal. Tears running down your cheeks. Face flushed and mouth parted. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
How can he stop when you look like that?
How can he stop when your taste and essence are making him go wild?
There is no way he would stop before you cum on his mouth one more time. So, he shakes his head in denial before pressing his lips more into your clit. You fall back onto the table as he starts to suckle on the sweet bud, grazing his teeth over here and there. Your moans turn into breathless gasps.
Jungkook’s head is spinning. He needs more. More of you. One of his hands which he doesn’t use to keep you laid on your back goes to cup his cock over his sweaters. He’s so hard. Hard that it hurts but he can’t even do anything about it. He just needs to please you. To see you losing your mind.
Jungkook thinks he is so darn lucky. The moment he found you knelt in that room. With the photos—which he left there like an idiot—he had thought that he lost you once and forever. He was beyond surprised when you had kissed him like that without even giving him enough time to explain properly. Then you’ve never brought it up. So, Jungkook had let it slip as well. No good will ever come by trying to dig up a hurtful past. As long as you’re with him, everything will be fine. More than fine actually. This is more than fine. This is heaven.
With a guttural groan and a painful squeeze to his own cock, Jungkook lets your clit go. Just to drag his tongue down between your nether lips toward the quavering hole. He enters his tongue into you, feeling the way your thighs shake. He can feel your telltale signs. You’re just about to fall over the edge again. And Jungkook will be there to catch you again. He moans into your cunt as he slurps on your juices. His other hand furiously jerking himself off over the layers of cottons.
“Ju-Jung-oh fuck…” You try in vain to perform words, which turn into gasps and cries halfway through. “Pl-please… I-I…”Your hands are blindly searching for something to grab as Jungkook keeps tongue fucking you into numbness. He’s a man on a mission after all. He has to feel you tremble. Has to hear you scream his name.
He has heard it more times than he can count, within the past few weeks, but Jungkook will never be satisfied. Every time he fucks you, it ends up igniting new flames of desire inside him. He will never not want you. He will always want you. You’re the source of his life. Bringing you mind numbing pleasure is like a sacred ritual to him. And he’s just about to succeed. He presses his face more into your dripping pussy. His task would be easier if he’s to use his fingers. Just a few flicks over your clit would make you see stars. Or he could graze his fingers over your little special spot. But he wants to see if he can make you cum just with tongue. Nothing else but just burying his face between your thighs.
For his immense pleasure just with one more thrust of his tongue inside you, he hears the tangled cry you let out, which sounds so close to his name before he feels the way your whole body trembles. Just like he wanted. More and more gush leaks out of your cunt into his tongue. You almost crush his head, trying to close your legs, forcing Jungkook to bring his both hands to keep your legs spread for him. Until he drinks every last bit of everything you give him and you cry desperately for him to move away.
“Please… I can’t again…no more… Please…” You cry out slowly as Jungkook finally gets to his feet. His chest heaving for much needed air. Jungkook takes your sprawled form on his kitchen island, wiping down his face from his t-shirt. You peer at him through your glazed eyes. You look so spent. Fucked up. You look like his. His already painfully hardened cock stir impatiently at the sight.
“Yeah?” Jungkook coos, helping you sit down on the table top. You shake your head instantly. Bring your shaky hands up to wipe down your tears. You are such a pretty mess. Adorable. Oh, how in love he is with you. “Are you sure, Pretty?” He cocks an eyebrow. Gently pulls his pants down, just enough to free his cock out of its tight confines. Just like he knows your eyes immediately fall down toward the movement. Jungkook watches in a bemused intrigue the way your throat bobs when you gulp harshly at the scene that is treating you.
After all these time with you, Jungkook has learned more than a few things about you. One of them is that no matter how spent you are or how tired you are, you’re just a whore for him. And he has learned that seeing him pleasuring himself is one of your greatest weak points. Hence, his deliberate act to show you what you want to see. His tattooed fingers wrapped around his length, and pumping lazily just for your viewing pleasure.
“Are you sure you don’t want me inside you, Pretty?” Jungkook can’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips watching the way your eyes glued to his member. He can’t help but take a step forward and let his cock graze over your inner thigh. His cock jumps in his hand while your breath hitches yet again. “I don’t want to force you, Princess,” Jungkook places a soft kiss in your hair. He means what he says but at the same time he knows the game he’s playing. Has played it too many times to be defeated. “So, I guess you don’t want me to fuck your pretty cunt today.” He says softly. Yet in contrast to his words, he brings his cock head between your still sloppy folds. Just to nudge against your sensitive clit. Drags down toward your entrance. You spread your legs wide unconsciously.
Jungkook can see the change of mind already in your eyes. Can see the way your eyes darken with lust despite all the orgasms he just gave you. Still he steps back with that one nudge against you even when it feels like his cock is about to fall down. He might actually cry if you don’t let him bury himself inside you within the next twenty seconds.
But of course he gets what he wants in the end.
You gasp aloud first before a cry escapes your dried lips. You catch Jungkook’s arm faster than a lightning, impressing him with your quick reflexes.
“No…” This time the shake of your head is for another reason. “No please.”
“What? You said you can’t take it anymore?”
“I know but… fuck… just fuck me Kook.” You spread your legs even wider, showing him a perfect view of your pussy, dripping with new arousal. Jungkook would’ve liked to play this game a little bit longer and make you cry for his cock. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, however, he is about to come with doing nothing. He’s not going to do it anywhere but inside you. So, he caves in right at that.
He grabs your thighs and drags you closer to the edge of the table. Gives you no more than a second to process it before he’s fully sheathed inside you in one powerful thrust, knocking the air out of both of your lungs. You scream his name while Jungkook lets out an almost animalistic growl.
You feel good. You always have. He’d never get used to this feeling of your tight cunt gripping him like a vice. He’d never get used to the feeling of being inside of your warmth. Holding you. Having you. After all this time it still feels like a dream. It still feels like his first time. Not just the first time with you but his first time ever with a woman. You make him feel like the lanky boy who he once was. Who almost came in his pants just by hugging you. Just by kissing you. He’d had you enough time but he’s certain that he’s gonna cum. Hard.
He can’t have that now. No. You deserve another orgasm. So, he takes a minute. Trying to think about something else other than your sloppy pussy. But you’re making it so damn hard.
“Move, please…” Your hips buck forward, trying to get the friction you desperately want.
“Fuck,” Jungkook has no other options but to grip your cheeks tight as a warning, making you halt your weak pushes. “What did I say about being patient, slut?” He shakes your face in his hold. You whimper pathetically. Eyes tearing up and Jungkook feels a pleasurable burn in his stomach. He loves this. Loves it when you’re completely at his mercy. Loves it when you’re being just a toy for him to play with. It reminds him of the power he has over you. Reminds him that finally you’re his and his only. That he’s finally won.
“I-I’m so-sorry.” You do your best to hold his gaze. You're a smart girl. You know making him mad won't turn out good for you. Jungkook can write a book about the times he has stolen your orgasms away because you were being an impatient brat.
“Are you?” Jungkook tightens his grip on you. Feels the way you squeeze his cock tight just like his hold. Yet he manages to give you a shallow thrust. You nod. Do your best to convince him. He knows you’re sorry and you’re playing it safe. Knows that you’re trying to be a good girl for him. Yet he’s the one in control. He can play it fair or not. “Are you?” He repeats with another cold and harsh shake to your head. “Use your words, whore. You can’t speak?”
A fresh tear falls out of the corner of your eyes. Your cunt pulsing around him.
“Y-yes daddy,” You whisper breathlessly. “I’m sorry.” Bring your hand to grab his wrist.
Jungkook curses aloud. What a perfect thing you are.
“Then prove it baby.” He presses his fingers on your cheeks until your lips form a pout. “You’d let daddy do anything to you, wouldn't you, Pretty?” He brings his face closer to you. You mumble an inaudible ‘yes’, which he ignores as he gathers saliva in his mouth. He can feel how excited you are even before he hovers his mouth over yours. He even suspects you’d cum with just this by the way you moan and clench when his spit lands on your tongue.
You waste no second before you gulp down what he gave you without an ounce of reluctance.
“Fucking, slut!” So, he wastes no second before changing his hold on your face to your neck. You let out a guttural, choked moan as he starts to slam into you right away. Harsh and hard as he can. Just like how you want it. How you love it. How he loves it.
His hard cock drags along your velvety walls perfectly as his tip hits all the right spots deep inside you. He makes sure to cut down your air flow just enough to make your head spin. To make your eyes go blank with pleasure. Nothing else remains there beyond pleasure and Jungkook. Just the way he needs it to be. He needs to be the only thing in your life. Only one in your life. Just him. Like how you’re to him. And moments like these show him that maybe he’s already become the only person in your life. Because in your eyes he can only see him.
“Holy hell, slut… Fuck, like that… take me like a good girl…” Jungkook shifts his attention from your eyes to where he’s meeting you. Your cunt is making the sweetest sounds whenever he rams into you. You’re dripping all over him and yourself. And he fits so damn perfectly with you. “Fuck! Look at this baby. Look how well you’re taking me…” Jungkook pays his attention back to your face. Loosens his hold on your throat so you can do as he says.
“Oh, baby…” You whisper quietly once your eyes land on the immaculate sight. You’ve lost it completely. Don’t know what you’re saying or doing. Your attention fully on the way Jungkook’s cock is meeting your wet heat. But damn, doesn’t Jungkook’s heart skip a huge beat. No, not just a skip of a beat. It stops entirely. His breathing slows down torturously.
What did you call him?
No matter how many times Jungkook had you like this or how many moments you’ve shared. No matter how close you’ve become, you haven’t called him anything other than his full birth name or just Kook and daddy when you two are at it.
You called him nicknames when he was pretending to be a darn. But that isn't the same as hearing you say it to him now. No pretending. No lies. You know who he is. And still you called him that.
Jungkook stills his movements abruptly, causing you to cry in complaint, which you swallow down soon. Probably not wanting to be in trouble being impatient again. Jungkook, though, is not in a headspace to note that let alone punish you.
He had to stop because he was about cum. Those words out of your mouth had made him malfunction. Even the grip on your throat he had, loosened.
“Say it again, Princess.” He completely ignores your panicked gaze. Cups your cheeks softly this time.
“Huh?” You look so confused.
“What did you call me just now?” He leans his forehead against you. “Say that again, Pretty. Call me like that again.”
Judging by the way you still and your body goes rigid, Jungkook knows you realized what happened. You inhale a shaky breath. Say absolutely nothing. Just as Jungkook becomes convinced that you won’t say it again. That you have muttered that out of the heat of the moment, your lips part.
“B-baby?” Your voice is almost inaudible but he hears it loud and clear, nonetheless. He couldn’t have suppressed the moan that is about spill even if he had tried.
“Oh God!!!” His cock pulses inside you. Maybe he grows even harder. He’s going to cum. He sure will cum if he moves even a little bit. Still he wants to hear it again. “Say it again,” he pulls out his cock a little bit. Waits patiently until you say the word. Then as you mumble the word again he rams into you.
“Kook…” You back arches at the force of his thrust. Jungkook falls back into fucking your brains out.
“Jeesus fuck, Pretty… Keep calling me like that, huh?” He tries to command when the control is slipping through his fingers by every passing second. He’s going to cum. Any minute now. That’s how good this feels. Even better than seeing you desperate for him. Ready to be humiliated and bring yourself to the lowest just for him. No. This is better than anything. “Gonna fill you soon… you want that?” Jungkook snakes his hand behind your head. Fists your hair and pulls back, getting a perfect view of the expanses of your neck to him.
“Yes. Plea-please… oh God, please… please, Daddy…” You choke out.
“Is that how I wanted to be called, huh slut?” Your soft, supple skin is covered with dozens of bites he gave you over days. And how pretty you look with them. Who can blame him for wanting to add just a few more? He has to. So he does just that all the while ramming into you continuously. Over and over again. Rearranging your insides into his shape. Claiming you again. Soon he’ll paint your womb with his seeds as well. But the thing is though, he needs you to cum again before that. Needs to feel you trying to milk his cock desperately.
Jungkook pulls away from your neck after adorning your skin with some fresh blooms. Keeps his hand on your hair. Uses his free hand to slap your engorged, sensitive clit. Just with the right pressure to make you jolt. “Is that what I asked you to do, whore? Answer me?”
You cry in pleasurable pain as he delivers another slap. “No..No.. I–”
“Say the word,” Jungkook cuts off your innocent rambling with another spank.
For his great misery, he doesn’t get to hear you whisper the word sensually like before. But for his great happiness he gets to hear you scream it as that last spank does it for you.
Your orgasm ripples through you in shaky waves that all Jungkook can do is watch in awe when you eyes roll back, your whole body trembles like a leaf caught in wind, and your limp body gives in and falls back. You almost bangs your head on the wooden table. Only if Jungkook would allow any harm towards you though.
His grip on your hair turns iron. Just like the force of his thrusts become more violent.
“Yes fucking hell, fuck yes baby… God dammit I… shit…” His words slurs into breathless whimpers as the desperate clenching of your cunt and your sweet cries pulls that long impending orgasm out of him. His cock twitches madly as he shoots ropes of cum into your welcoming heat. More and more. Everything he has. Until there’s no more left and he can’t move at all. That’s when he finally stops his thrusts and eases you into lying on the island.
You both take a minute. Maybe you take more than a minute. You just lay there on the table top without being able to lift a finger, leaving Jungkook to find your discarded clothes and pulling you up so he can dress you. You let him do whatever he wants. Being so tired and pouty.
He slips your t-shirt over your head. Almost reaches for a tissue so he can cleans you up before pulling your panties and shorts up when a loud ring disrupts both of you. The doorbell.
Your tired eyes turn to him. There’s no many people who visit Jungkook. You both know who this might be. He had ordered take out just before he got distracted and had you sprawled on his kitchen island.
You nod in a silent understanding, knowing that he’d have to leave you here to get the door, which is what he should do. But then, something stops him.
You’ve been good. More than good. You’ve proven that you want to be with him. No more funny business. Jungkook has made you surrender.
He swears that he never wanted to keep you locked up in his apartment. Some things in life are unavoidable, however. Can’t be helped. This has been the price of taking you into the bright side. Now, though, maybe he can let his guard down. Since, you’ve been good, maybe it’s time he gives you what you crave oh so much.
He promised you a date after all. Maybe it’s time he should take you on that long promised date. Still, to do that he needs to make sure that you’re trustworthy. That you won’t try something funny even when the opportunity arises. That you’ll choose him like he chooses you.
“Wanna get the door?” So, he offers you before he can back out. Apparently, it comes out so left that you almost don’t hear him. It takes you an adorable minute to realize what he said.
“Wh-what?” When it does, your eyes turn into saucers. Even a soft, quick gasp leaves your mouth.
“Wanna answer the door, baby? Wanna get the delivery?” Your innocent surprise is making his heart ache. He elaborates softly yet again while slowly rubbing your cheek. “C’mon, Pretty, do you want to? We can’t let the poor man hang in there. If you don’t want to, I’ll go take it.” Latter would be a great option too. But then after a second, you nod. First, unsurely which turns into a firm nodding. Determined. “Good girl. Go ahead.” He grabs your hips to pull you down at the same time you reach for the tissues.
Well, that’s where you’re doing the wrong thing. This is a test, yes. He wants to give you anything and everything you want. But at the same time, not having you all to himself pierces something inside him painfully. He has to have some kind of control. Has to remind you continuously that you’re his.
Your brows knit in confusion when he stops you from grabbing some tissues.
“You’re gonna keep the cum inside, Pretty.” Jungkook lets the wicked smile spread across his face, finding his veins thrum when he sees your stricken expression. You open your mouth to protest.
“B-but–”
Jungkook cuts you off immediately. A firm grip on your cheeks again shuts you up effectively.
“No buts, Pretty. Get going now. Be a good girl.” He swears he sees your confusion and panic turn into another wave of lust in a blink of an eye. You beat no time in nodding again.
See he has you exactly where he wants.
………………………..
You don’t know what Jungkook is planning. Simply, you don’t care either. This’ll be your first time interacting with someone after Jungkook brought you here. After all this time, you’ve gotten used to being trapped. You no longer crave the outside world like you did in the first few months. But now as you are waiting for the delivery man to reach your floor and meet you at the door, you feel waves of excitement rush through your body.
You feel nervous. Giddy. Like a kid trying a Ferris wheel for the first time. Ridiculous. Yet you can’t help it. You’re buzzing with an unexplainable happiness. Even though your underwear is messy and wet with Jungkook’s cum. Even though part of you is afraid of cum dripping down your thighs and the delivery guy noticing it. You love to be humiliated in bed but not like this, no. You’d be mortified. But you can’t deny that there’s a thrill to it other than meeting someone from outside. A thrill that is arousing.
You do your best to keep your excitement under control as well as Jungkook’s cum inside your vagina. You nearly fail at both when the knock sounds at the door. Your heart rams in your chest as you bring your shaky hand up to push down the door handle. It pulls down quite easily. Very easily. Easier than you imagined it would be. It’s funny considering how scared you were to just pull it down. It makes you surprised. As if you expected a bomb to detonate when you push the handle.
Nothing of the sort happens. You pull open the door swiftly, revealing a man wearing a helmet, face uncovered and a white plastic bag on his hand. Such a normal thing to see after you order takeout. Then here you are on the verge of tears at the sight of a random stranger. Frozen. Unable to do anything but stare.
“Hi!” The stranger greets you, to which you respond with nothing but more silence. You’re staring and you know. You’re rudely staring.
The man on the other side of the door waits a few minutes in utter silence like you. Then he clears his throat awkwardly. Holds the package of food toward you.
“Uh… your order… ma’am?” Mumbles awkwardly. That breaks your stupor. You clear your throat as well. Take the package in your hand hurriedly.
“Oh, yes.. Th-thank you so much. Appreciate it!” You force yourself to act normal. This feels foreign. Something so ordinary feels like an unfamiliar language.
“No problem!” The delivery person bows to you as turns on his heel. Leaving you still standing on the doorway. You stay there. You stand still for another long second. Until the stranger walks away. Away from your sight. Until you hear the ding of the elevator. You stare at the empty wall in front of the apartment door which you’ve never seen.
Isn’t that crazy?
You’ve never seen what lies behind this door.
Now you do.
The scary thing? You don’t find solace in seeing it like you expected. You don’t feel thrilled.
Wait!
You just opened the door for a stranger. You talked with someone else. You have all the opportunities to ask for help.
You didn’t.
Now you have an opened door. You dreamt of crossing this threshold a million times. You can do it at this moment. Give it a try.
You don’t want to.
Fuck!
You don’t want to escape.
You turn around slowly and cautiously, not exactly knowing what this newest realization makes of you. Are you that fucked up?
Are you?
When you completely turn around and meet with the only person who kept you company for all these months you realize the answer.
You are fucked up.
Because instead of escaping, you find solace in this person. In Jeon Jungkook. The man who made your life a living hell. You no longer wish to escape him.
You gulp harshly, struggling to return his smile as he walks over to you with a warm smile and kisses your forehead.
This is scary.
This is not good.
…………………………
After so long, probably for months, you feel unsettled. After everything that has happened, you’ve finally lived so peacefully that this feeling is like an unwanted memory of a nightmare from your childhood.
How did you become so content with living with Jungkook? The person who kidnapped you, threatened you, threatened your friends, scared the shit out of you and more. Add more to the fucking list now that you know he was the one who made your life hell back then as well.
Still, you put all that aside and decided to live in a delusional bubble that you’re safe?
You decided to believe Jungkook?
You decided to choose Jungkook over your freedom? Your life?
You feel your throat tighten. For the first time in so long you’re so tense in Jungkook’s hold as he scrolls through his phone. Keeping you pressed against his firm body and drawing mindless patterns on your back.
You’re not tense because suddenly you’ve started to repulse him again. No. It’s quite the opposite, actually. Even after the realization, you find immense comfort in his touch. His hold. His warmth. The steady rhythm of his heart.
That’s what bothers you so much.
It shouldn’t be like this.
“Pretty?” Jungkook’s sudden voice pulls you out from your train of thoughts. You lift your head slightly to look at him. “Are you okay?” He questions in a hushed voice, eliciting goosebumps across your skin.
For fuck’s sake!
“Yes,” You fall back into his chest. “Why do you ask?” You don’t want him to notice anything different. Partially because you’re afraid that he’ll start to distrust you again. Partially because you think it’d hurt him.
Why are you caring about his feelings?
You scrunch your eyes shut and grit your teeth subtly. You must’ve lost your mind. That’s the reason. You’ve gone crazy.
“You’re so quiet.” Jungkook answers your question. Puts his phone aside. Full attention on you. “What’s wrong?” Rolls you into the bed so he can look at you.
You give him a forced smile, hoping it’d look sincere.
“Nothing’s wrong, Kookie. I’m fine.” You reassure him only to see him furrowing deep.
“Well, that proves you’re not okay at all. When people say I’m fine, that means they are not,” he comes closer to you. “What’s wrong, Pretty?”
Damn his observations. How could he know you so well?
“Um… nothing, really…” you rake your brain for a believable answer. “I mean… uh.. I’m just bored.” You mutter in the end.
Jungkook gasps slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Did you just say you’re getting bored of me?” He brings a hand to caress your cheek. An involuntary pout forms in your lips.
“You know that’s not what I meant, baby.” You huff. Jungkook’s face, however, beams instantly. You noted for the past few days that the nickname baby does that to him. Like switching a light on. He comes even closer to you, letting the tip of your nose touch his.
“Then how come you’re bored?”
You feel lightheaded at the proximity. You like his scent. It’s faint but enough to calm you down.
“You know…” you try to walk around the topic, not knowing what the right answer is.
“I don’t. Please enlighten me.” That boyish grin of his makes an appearance.
You sigh heavily. Seems like you have no way out of it. Better get the best out of it then.
“Well it’s eating, sleeping, watching movies, reading and doing the same thing all over again Jungkook…” you blurt out before you can start second guessing. When you said similar things to him in the past, you’ve seen his eyes darken. The familiar sunshine of a boy disappears every time you bring up such a topic. So, you expect that to happen this time as well.
It doesn’t. All that happens is an unnecessary silence for a second before Jungkook pulls away.
“What about fucking? Is it boring too?” Then he raises a cocky brow. That sparkle is still there in his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes. You do such a good job hiding your confusion and surprise.
“Oh, c’mon…” You whine at how unserious he is being.
“What? Tell me… is it boring?” He sneaks one of his hands inside your t-shirt so unexpectedly that you let out a loud squeal. He doesn’t give you any time to prepare before his fingers start to roam over your sides. Tickling you violently. Causing a bubble of laughter builds up in your throat and spills out like a sweet melody.
“Oh, god, sto-stop it…” You do your best to escape the attack. Thrashing on the bed.
“Is it boring? Is it?” Jungkook’s pretty giggles match yours as he keeps tickling you. Until you’re breathless and tears prick at your eyes. That’s only when he stops. You drag in a deep breath to calm down your body as Jungkook takes you in with his sparkly eyes.
When he looks at you like that, you think he’s the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen. Because he is. No one would ever suspect that he has an ugly side that made him keep you locked in here.
With that thought, you sober up completely. Your smile vanishes from your face.
There you go again, being so damn comfortable with him.
Like this is a normal relationship.
Jungkook raises a brow at your sudden silence and serious expression.
“I’m serious, baby.” You whisper out. You’ve come to learn that the simple word has so much influence over Jungkook that any other mishap about your actions would easily slip his mind. Just like you knew his face lights up with a bright smile.
“I know.” Then he answers you in another whisper. You try to question what he means when he interrupts you. “Wanna do something new then?” He keeps his voice low. Nothing but a murmur. You guess his new thing would be another board game. Or baking. Or cooking. Nothing, however, would’ve prepared you for his next words. “Let’s go on a date.” He states so casually. Normally. Without a hitch in his voice or flinch in his face. You, on the other hand, freeze. Your lungs empty out in a second.
You gape at him like a stupid fish. No answer or reaction coming from you.
Did you hear that right?
Did he say ‘date’?
“I promised you a date and I think it’s time. I think you’re ready, Pretty.” He pecks your lips. You still stay unmoving. Your mind is going haywire. “What do you say, Princess. Wanna go on a date with me?” He repeats.
As if your answer really matters.
As if you have a choice.
………………..
You said yes.
Of course, you did. You’d be the biggest idiot in the universe if you didn’t. You’ve been cooped up in his apartment for way too long that the feeling of walking down a busy road has become a fantasy. A fantasy that you crave so badly. There was no way you would’ve said no. Even though the idea of a date has helped you realise how much control Jungkook has over you. And how you don’t have any control over your own life.
You can’t even blame him, though. In the end, he has asked you. You said yes. The thing is, you know, he knew you were going to say yes.
Jungkook is a genius. He created the problem and now he’s selling the solution. You know it. Still, there’s only so much you can do about it. Not because you’re still helpless. Not because you’re afraid of him. No. Because despite everything, you’re still enjoying his company. You like being around him.
How fucked up.
Just like how fucked up it is to stand in the threshold, holding Jungkook’s hand and being a bundle of nerves. Just to go outside. You’re just going on a date. You’re just stepping outside after a long time.
Holy fuck, you’re actually stepping outside!
You’re going to cross this threshold!
You shouldn’t be this excited over this or nervous. But you are. And the only thing that’s keeping you sane is the firm grip Jungkook has on you. You’re relying on him completely. You can’t even step out unless you know he has your back.
How utterly fucked up!
“Ready, Pretty?” Jungkook asks. Ridiculous. You two are acting like you’re about to enter a new world. You answer his question, nonetheless, with a firm nod. “Alrighty, here we go then.” He gives you a reassuring smile before stepping into the hallway first. Then he pulls you closer to him.
Just one step, and you’re out.
You’re outside!
A sudden sting in your eyes causes you to blink harshly.
You can’t believe this. You’re no longer surrounded by black and white walls. Technically, you still are, but they're not the same. Not the same walls you looked at for almost a year.
You’re doing this!
………………
“Shh... baby, it’s okay. I got you.” Jungkook’s condescending voice wraps around you like the sweetest layer of honey. Your back hits his chest as you take a rushed step back, startled. Everything is too much.
Vehicles. People. Loud chatter. Roars of engines. The rush hour traffic.
Everything is too much that you can barely breathe.
You can’t believe you were part of this exact world before Jungkook robbed it from you. Now as you’re standing on the sidewalk near his apartment building, watching vehicles drive past you at a snail’s pace, you feel like you’ve never been a part of this.
Everything is too loud.
You used to watch the city bustle beneath you every damn day from the window up from the apartment. You used to watch the lights, tiny dots of people walking around. You used to listen to the distant sound of vehicles and sometimes honks. But those were nothing compared to feeling them in real life. Again. It’s supposed to be again but you’re overwhelmed as if it’s your first time.
“It’s okay, Pretty.” Jungkook coaxes you again as you keep staring at the traffic with wide eyes. As you stand in the middle of the sidewalk like a stupid statue, inconveniencing the passersby. “We can go back if you don’t want to do this.” He adds in your silence.
How caring of him.
You almost scoff at the words before you turn your head and catch his eyes. He looks concerned. Worried. Genuinely so.
You bite back your scoff, shaking your head.
“I’m fine.” You try to keep your voice firm, in which you fail completely. It’s nothing but a meek whisper. Jungkook curls his arms around your figure.
“Are you sure?”
You nod this time.
“Yes,” You exhale a long breath. This is ridiculous. There’s nothing to be scared about going out on a date in a public place. People do that all the time. You’ve done it thousands of times in your life. A mere year of isolation and a couple of haunted experiences probably couldn't have destroyed all your strength. No. That can’t be right. You wanted this. Even though this is making you more dependent on Jungkook, you dreamt of this for months. You can’t just back out now. You will do this, one way or another. You’re stuck with Jungkook and this life anyway. You’re not hating it like you did in the past. So, you better get the best out of every minute of your life then. “I want to do this.”
………………………
There are rules.
Why would you even be surprised that there are rules? Of course, there are. No matter how much you want to delude yourself into believing that this is a normal date, the facts really don’t change. You’re still the victim and Jungkook is the criminal.
For your misery, though, you happened to accept those rules wholeheartedly when he brought them up just after he suggested the date.
Rule number one, no talking with any stranger. Stranger danger, after all.
Rule number two, you’re not allowed to go anywhere alone, without Jungkook. You must stay glued to his side every single damn minute.
Rule number three, or more of a threat than a rule, if you try anything funny, he’ll make sure to make everyone’s life hell.
Those were all he had. He called them agreements. You called them rules. Either way you both were fine with it a couple of days ago. And you still are in the present, as you thread your way through the crowd of busy people, who are rushing to be on time for their jobs.
People have jobs. Places to be. Things to do. They all have a life. Unlike some people who are being locked inside a luxurious apartment and are strangely fine with it.
You physically shake your head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts. You know what you’re doing is not okay. Maybe, you’re not okay. But you accepted the defeat a long time ago. You have no strength to fight anymore. Jungkook is giving you an illusion of hope, protection, and happiness, even though it’s a huge illusion. Yet, it’s there. The comfort.
You take a look at the godly-looking man who’s walking next to you. He’s getting noticed by people, like he should. How the fuck a face like that would go unnoticed? He’s making people swoon over him, just by doing nothing but exist. Is wearing black from head to toe, for fuck’s sake but he’s like the moon among millions of stars. And that man is holding your hand. He’s obsessed with you.
How insane?
Jungkook looks down at you, probably sensing the weight of your gaze. His eyes twinkling.
“What?” A grin adorns his face. A huge and wide grin that even that darn dimple makes an appearance.
“What?” You question back.
“Why are you staring?”
“I don’t know… Why? I can’t look at you?”
You stop in your tracks. After being out for more than thirty minutes and having breakfast in a quiet yet crowded cafe, your anxiety has reduced. It’s all new and exciting. It’s still too much but you can breathe. You’re getting used to people.
Jungkook comes to a halt as well.
“Course you can, baby. I love when you’re looking at me.” Says playfully before falling into walking through the busy sidewalks again.
You follow him mindlessly, fingers entangled with his. Lost in your thoughts again. And in Jungkook. You follow him to the next destination of your date. A street food festival which happened to be taking place on the exact day Jungkook decided to take you out. Or he planned this for weeks. He probably did. You know he did.
Maybe this isn’t so bad. Even with the stupid rules, the day is going well and you’re smiling more than you like.
Yes. It’s all good.
……………………..
You thought it would be good. And it was going well. Most of your day was filled with laughter. Corny jokes, stupid flirting and stolen kisses. Weirdly enough you think you’ve never been this happy. Not even with Hoseok. Maybe you were. But every happy memory shared with him was tainted with pain. Something miserable that came afterward. True that Jungkook is tainted with so many even more miserable memories. But somehow none of them mattered as you were gliding through the streets, stuffing your mouth with various foods that made no sense together.
You were happy.
The day was going well.
Your cheeks are practically aching because of how much you’ve been smiling like a fool.
“Oh my god, Jungkook… You can’t eat that. It looks horrible. You’ll throw up…” You squeal horrified, eyeing his disgusting food creation on a stall where they allowed people to make food combo. It’s supposed to be a delicious food combo. Certainly not mayonnaise on chocolate dipped-strawberries. Your stomach churns even at the sight as Jungkook sniffs a strawberry.
“It smells… okay?” He shrugs. Then looks at you with puppy eyes. As if waiting for your approval to try it.
“I’m sure it smells disgusting.” You scrunch up your face.
“It’s not.” Jungkook giggles loudly. “Try it, here…” Brings up a berry toward your face.
“No fucking thanks.” You shake your head frantically as you take a step back. Still grinning from ear to ear but having no intention to smell the nasty thing in his hand. Jungkook’s giggles turn loud as he takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, Pretty, trust me. It doesn't smell bad…” He pushes the fruit more toward your face, causing you to take another step, then another and another. Both of your laughter mixes with the hundred other sounds filling the air. You’re finally seamlessly blending with the world again.
“No!” You almost turn around and run for your life when Jungkook backs up. Finally, letting his face scrunch up in disgust as well.
“Okay. This smells like shit.”
“See, I knew it you asshole.” You pout while he starts looking around until his eyes land on a nearby trash bin.
“C’mon, you know I love you.” Jungkook kisses your forehead quickly before turning around and walking toward the bin. Leaving you behind.
Rule number two, you must stay with him all the time. You are. It’s ridiculous to follow him when he’s just going to the trash bin.
It’s just a few steps ahead anyway.
You watch the way he trots down the dusty road, your smile never ceasing. Ridiculous. The fact you’re happy when in reality you should be crying. Yet here you are. Even the thought isn’t enough to waver your smile down. So isn’t the voice that suddenly appears next to you.
“Uh, hello!”
You snap your head to where the voice comes. Your eyes meet with a boy wearing a white t-shirt and black cap. Just one look at him and you know he’s someone raising funds for some kind of campaign. Maybe a college student. He seems pretty young.
You widen your smile with a touch of politeness and return the bow he gives you.
“Hey!” You greet him. No need to be rude. The boy bows to you one more time before starts speaking.
“I’m sorry for bothering you, but, uh, I’m an Economics major at Yonsei University and we’re raising funds to help low income families around Seoul…” He blurts out some more information about their campaign while showing you the food stall they’re operating, ending his ramble with a polite request to buy a bowl of soup. You’re already full to be honest but the lanky boy has a look that makes people say yes to him no matter what.
Yet it’s not like you have any money with you.
Oh, yes. You need to ask Jung–
“What’s going on?” Jungkook’s cold voice douses over you, grabbing your attention from the boy to him. You open your mouth to explain then close back when you notice the scowl on his face. Deep. His eyes dark and expression stern. A familiar look you never wanted to see on his face again.
You’re scared of Jeon Jungkook. But lately you found that you’re just scared of one side of him. As long as you manage to keep that side drowned beneath the man who gives you starry eyes and hearty smiles, you are fine. Which you fail to do at this moment.
Fuck.
Rule number one, you’re not allowed to talk to strangers, no matter what.
Your throat suddenly goes dry. Memories of bloody chopsticks and a man howling in pain cross your mind like flash.
Jeon Jungkook is a dangerous man. A man capable of murder. This is not good. You need to walk away immediately.
“Ah, nothing…” You shake your head, trying your best to smile again. Trying your best to soothe your parched throat with saliva. You reach for Jungkook’s arm, ready to walk away as fast as possible. Unfortunately for you the boy beats you to it.
“Hello, Sir, I’m from Yonsei Uni–”
“What’s going on?” Jungkook cuts off the boy’s polite introduction rudely. His question is directed at you. His voice has turned from cold to merciless metal that you wince at the tone before your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You throw a hasty, apologetic glance at the boy.
“Nothing, Jungkook. We should go…” Your second attempt of walking away without causing a scene comes in vain when he shakes your hand off his arm. Just to grab yours instead and yanks you to him. Bends down so his face is mere inches apart from yours.
“I said no talks with strangers.” He mutters through his gritted teeth. Your embarrassment splits in half leaving a part for humiliated anger.
“I know.” So, you hiss back.
“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook’s grip on you tightens into a painful sting.
“Let’s go please.” You whisper instead of answering his question, being very aware of the fact that the boy is still staring at your stupid interaction and probably judging. For a second it appears that Jungkook won’t listen to you. But then in the next he gives a death glare to the poor, clueless boy before storms away. With you of course. Practically yanks you away. Doesn’t stop even when you’re out of the premises. Out in the streets.
He keeps walking. Walking and walking. So fast that you stumble on your feet to keep up with him. Your wrist aches at his grip and your eyes sting at the fact that you’re currently being dragged away across a city.
No.
This is beyond humiliating.
He can’t treat you this way. You’re not a fucking kid. Or a pet.
“Stop it,” You do your best to state sternly. Nothing comes of it. So, you have no other option but to raise your voice a bit. “Stop Jungkook,” Still nothing. “Stop it for fuck’s sake.” This time it works. You manage to come to a dead halt pulling him with you.
“What?” Jungkook closes the distance between you in a blink of an eye.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You blink back the tears that are threatening to spill.
“Going back home.” Jungkook answers you as if it was so obvious and you’re too dumb to understand that.
“Why?” The stern edge in your voice cracks beneath the weight in your heart. A pain that’s very familiar to you but it’s here for a whole other reason.
“Why?” Jungkook scoffs softly. “Why? I asked you not to talk–”
“I didn’t talk with anyone. He talked with me. He was just asking me to buy a–”
“I don’t give a fuck, Pretty!” His sudden loud voice startles a poor woman. You avert your gaze farther away to avoid looking at her. You know how this looks. How embarrassing? “What did you say to the fucker?” Jungkook asks again with no care whatsoever about where you currently are. Surrounded by people who are giving you looks of pity.
A coil churns inside your stomach.
This can’t be real. He can’t be asking you such a question.
“N-nothing— what- oh my god, Jungkook what do you think?” You give a weak attempt to free your hand from his. Give up when it only results in his grip turning to steel.
“I don’t know…” Jungkook finally lowers his voice into a hiss. Thank god. “I asked you not to talk with strangers for a reason, Pretty.”
He’s causing such a scene out of something so small. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be so paranoid. He doesn’t trust you. You know that. But what hurts you is that he’s treating you this way when you haven’t done anything at all. You had no intention of escaping. Running away. Even though you should. Still you were being faithful to your kidnapper which was ridiculous enough. And this?
He thinks he can treat you this way?
No. You don’t want this. It’s scary and you feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t care for that. Of course, he doesn’t. You’re just his pet after all. Something he can control like a robot.
You have no right to talk back. No right to fight. No right to express your feelings.
You eat when he feeds you. You cums when he fucks you. You sit when he asks you. You stay inside when he tells you. You go outside when he decides so. And you go back inside when he wants to.
Oh, how bad you want to fight. Yet you know you won’t win. You can either walk back with him like a human being or he’d drag you away. You don’t want the second option. This is already humiliating enough. And any excuse you give him won’t work. You don’t know what would come of you trying to fight him.
Probably you’ll go back in time and you’ll become the less privileged prisoner in his life. There would be no going outs even under the false pretense of a sweet date. You don’t mind the label. Nor do you care how it happens. You want another day like this. Another moment of freedom.
You have to act wise.
It’s better to get going with him. Like the obedient pet you are. Yet there’s something inside you that wants to make it a little hard for him.
“I want to pee.” You take a complete one-eighty turn from your conversation with a sharp inhale. Finally, look at his dark eyes. A surprise flicker across them.
“What?”
“I need to use a restroom. Let’s go home but I need to pee first. And I haven’t said anything to anyone.” In reality, you have no such need. Just want to make his easy life a little hard.
“Okay, you will use one when we get home.” Jungkook shrugs and almost turns around when you stubbornly stomp a foot like a toddler.
He controls everything and he wants to control your bodily functions as well? No fuckiny way.
“I can’t wait that long.” You had made Jungkook abandon driving here because you wanted to feel the chaos of public transport and busy sidewalks. Looks like you’ve made a good choice. Or not.
“Let me call a ride.” Jungkook fishes for his phone, completely disregarding you.
“I can’t wait that long, Jungkook.” You huff out as you turn to your left. Toward the nearby mall. “Just let’s go there.” And you don’t wait for him to answer you before you start walking. Even though you’re only able to take only a few steps before his hold on you restricts your movements. You sigh heavily then turn around to look at him again. “I didn’t say anything to anyone…” You take a moment. Contemplating. Decide on the exact right thing to say. “Baby. You need to trust me.” Like you knew that hit the spot. Jungkook’s eyes soften immediately. “Buy me some ice cream. Then let’s go home.” You add like nothing happened.
It’s Jungkook’s turn to sigh this time. And it’s heavy. Yet he doesn’t stop you this time. Just follows you without another word.
You don’t get to ask. But good pets get treats.
……………..
You stand in front of the female restrooms. Annoyed. Jungkook isn’t letting go of your hand. Is holding you as if you’d disappear the moment his touch leaves you.
“You can’t come inside a female restroom, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes. His hold, however, doesn’t loosen even a little bit. Nor does his scowl. His cold gaze is assessing you. You can see the turmoil in him through his eyes. Gears turning. Contemplating. Weighing the options, risks and everything in between. “I told you, you have to trust me, Kookie.” You place your free hand on his chest. “I’ll be fine,” Push him back a little. He doesn’t even budge. “Go get me that ice cream. I’ll be there within a minute.”
Another beat passes without changing anything . Just his scrutinizing gaze and dark scowl. Then he drops his hand from you.
“Which flavor?” Takes a step back and asks out of nowhere that your eyes go wide. You lift your eyebrows in half question and half surprise. That’s not expected. Not so easily after all.
“Huh?”
“Ice cream? Which flavor do you want, Pretty?" He questions again. Despite his relent, he’s not a hundred percent on board with this. You know it. His face is speaking for him.
You almost feel bad.
No… you don’t have to feel bad. Why would you feel bad?
“You know what I like.” You give him a tight-lipped smile. Jungkook nods. He knows. He knows everything. He’d known them even before you started living with him.
You expect him to leave you alone to mind your business after that. But of course he has more to say.
“Don’t take long,” He shoves his hands in his pants pockets. To an untrained eye, this might look normal. Just a man asking a woman to hurry up. Yet you know the underlying weight in those words. “Meet me in NJ.” A silence and there come those words. “Don’t disappoint me.” And he finally turns around and leaves you to it.
You wait until he disappears around the corner to heave the heavy sigh you’ve been holding in.
Don’t disappoint me equals don’t try anything.
Gentle reminder that you’re a prisoner.
Well, nothing you didn’t already know. You turn around with one final breath and push open the restroom door.
For the first time after almost a year, you’re alone. In public. With no Jungkook to breathe down your neck. The feeling nearly brings you to tears that you have to bite down on your tongue to keep the emotions inside. Nothing to celebrate here. You’re just using the restroom and you’ll be going back to Jungkook.
Even though he doesn’t trust you, you never had any ulterior motives other than just being a little stubborn. That’s just the plan and you intend to stick to it. So, you step inside the public facility finally.
The entire place is completely empty save for a woman washing her hands near the sink despite it being noon and the mall is full. Not that you’re complaining. You don’t want to be in an overcrowded place.
The woman near the sink raises her head at the sound of your footsteps. Her eyes meet yours through the mirror. She acknowledges you with a curt nod that you return with a small smile.
You’re not supposed to talk to strangers. But Jungkook isn’t here to see that.
Yes.
He isn’t here.
You can do whatever you want.
A sudden wave of adrenaline shoots across your veins. You stop moving toward a cubicle. Your eyes glued on the woman.
You can talk to her. This is the first chance you’ve had and it might be the last as well. True, you had no intentions of doing anything else. But you can do it if you want.
You can ask for help. You can tell her your story and ask her to get the police. You can escape. You can at least try.
“Uh, do you need something.” The woman’s voice brings you back to the earth. You gape at her as if you see her for the first time.
The answer for her question is easy.
Yes.
You need help.
If there’s someone in this world who needs something so desperately, that’d be you.
You need to tell her that you were kidnapped by a psychopath almost a year ago and that he kept you locked up in his apartment for all this time. Isolated from the rest of the human race. You need to tell her that the same psychopath is still waiting for you outside and he’s controlling every cell of your body. You need to tell her that you need freedom. You need to escape his vice grip and you need her help for that.
Maybe she’ll recognize you. Maybe you are or you were famous. Someone must’ve filed a complaint that you were missing right? Maybe not your friends or your asshole of an ex. But maybe your family. They love you. At least they did in the past. You might not have lived closely to them in the past few years but they’re still your family.
But then, what if they didn’t? Or what if they did and in the end they all gave up and now you’re a distant memory to everyone? What if you’re dead to the rest of the world? What if nobody wants you back?
At least you know Jungkook does. He may not let you live a normal life and treat you as an animal. But he’s there waiting for you. He may be a mad man and his love for you might be unhinged yet he wants you, nonetheless.
Right?
He needs you.
You have no life beyond this anyway…
“No.” Your voice comes out strained and distant. Even you’re surprised to hear that. The woman turns around to face you with a raised brow in question. You must look crazy, staring at her this way. You quickly snap your gaze away and force yourself to smile. Then bow down in apology. “I’m sorry. It’s uh… I thought you were someone else.” You burst out an explanation. “I’m sorry.” Mumble again before turning around and closing yourself inside a cubicle.
You did the right thing. Right?
Of course you did.
You don’t want any more problems in your life.
…………..
When you return the woman has already gone. There’s a new gang of teenage girls cackling with laughter whom you disregard as you walk out. Your eyes are strictly on your own dress as you smooth out the already perfect, expensive Tencel.
Jungkook has picked up a habit of buying anything that piques your interest. All you have to do is give it a look and it appears in an excited Jungkook’s hands within weeks. Which is how you got this dress as well.
See, you made the very right decision. True, you don’t have normal things you should, like a job, a mobile, your own money, or anything else to call yours. But you have someone who’s willing to spoil you with food and expensive stuff.
Even if you had reached that woman earlier and told your story, there was a chance she wouldn’t have believed you. You look nothing like the victim you are. Instead, you look like a spoiled rich heiress with your glowing skin and clothing.
Yes. You have a good life. Not normal but good. When nobody out here gave a fuck about you, Jungkook did. You’re certain that everyone gave up on you faster than they should. How else did Jungkook manage to keep you hidden for a near year and no one ever came looking for you. You haven’t even seen the news about your sudden disappearance. Yes. Nobody cares so you should stick to the only person who does.
You hurry your steps, allowing yourself to believe. Believe that the things happening to you are normal. If you believe it hard enough it might come true as well. You exit the hallway and enter the busy food court of the mall, crowded with people. You take a look around to find the flashy sign of the ice cream parlour Jungkook mentioned and start walking toward it. Determined to put what happened earlier behind.
This is good.
You’ll be good.
You take step after step. Each one hurried more than before. You make it halfway toward your destination when your vision suddenly gets blinded by someone who appears in front of you from nowhere. You get no time to process what’s happening before your body collides with the newcomer, throwing you off course.
“Holy shit! I’m sorry.”
“Fuck, sorry.”
You both blurt at the same time. Your eyes first land on the plastic bag on the stranger’s hand that drops to the floor following your crash. He picks it up at light speed, beating you to it.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Another apology leaves his lips as he bows down to you just after picking his belongings. You reciprocate the action. Bow down again.
“No really, I wasn’t—” Your words die down on your tongue. You freeze halfway through trying to straighten up back after the deep bow. Every single breath of air leaves your lungs painfully, together with every organ inside your body. Leaving behind an empty skull.
No this can’t be.
Silver hair. Brown eyes. That cute nose and sinful lips.
The earlier vanished air returned back to your lungs like a punch to your guts. So hard and so fast that you stumble a step back.
Jimin!
Park Jimin!
No. This is clearly not him.
But it’s the same person you remembered. With the same silver hair he had on the picture Jungkook showed you. The same Jimin who annoyed you so much back then by always hanging out at your place. The same Jimin who stole your skin care products just because he could.
Still it can’t be!!!
What are the chances?
The universe must be playing more jokes on you….
“(___)?”
But then the next word that leaves his mouth solves the problem. It is the same Jimin.
A sigh of relief and disbelief leaves your lips as you take another step back, shaking your head in denial when it’s clearly your friend Park Jimin. Your ex’s best friend.
And he looks like he just saw a ghost. Pale. Eyes wide that you worry his eyeballs might pop out. Mouth hanging open. Rightfully so. Yet he’s the one who snaps out of the stupor you both fell into a second ago first.
“Oh my god, (___)? Jeesus… It’s you, right? Holy fuck…” Jimin shoves a hand through his perfectly styled silver hair. “Fuck, thi-this… shit…” He stumbles on his words. You stay rooted to your spot. Unable to even move a finger when Jimin closes the space between you. His hands land on your shoulders. “Wha-what?… How? I mean… we thought-they thought….”
Nothing he says makes any sense to you. Not because he’s not making sense—which he is— but because nothing is reaching your brain. A little shake from his side finally pulls you back to reality.
“(___), hey! You with me? Wha-what happened? How are you here? Where were you? Are you with someone?” Jimin blurts out question after question but that last one specifically manages to hit straight into your brain like an arrow.
You snap your eyes away from the man in front of you to the ice cream store a few meters away from you. Pink and blue name sign and glass walls. You can see the inside perfectly. So you can see the man standing near the cashier. Talking with a flustered girl behind the register.
Oh, no no no….
You’re not supposed to talk with strangers. Then you’re certainly not supposed to talk with someone you already know. If that someone is Jimin, then definitely not.
Jungkook’s voice echoes inside your head.
You won’t want me to just make any of your loved ones hurt now, will you?
He explicitly said so while showing you a picture of the same person who’s standing before you. Back then you believed Jimin did nothing to Jungkook. But now after every secret is out in the open, you know Jungkook has all the reason to hate Jimin. Jimin is the one who ruined it for Jungkook in the first place. All those times ago, in that shitty club. If it wasn’t for Jimin, Jungkook could’ve had you way earlier.
No. This is bad.
You turn your gaze back to Jimin. Then back to Jungkook. He’s handing over his credit card to the girl at the cashier. He’d be turning around any minute. And he’ll see you. He’ll see Jimin.
Bloody chopsticks…
If I have to make him suffer, I have all the reasons to do so.
Blood.
Screams.
Pain…
No. Jungkook will kill Jimin. You know he can and he will.
You need to go to Jungkook immediately. Your stomach turns awfully, making you regret eating that much food earlier. You’re going to throw up or you’ll faint.
Not now! You can’t afford that now. Need to distract Jungkook.
The cashier hands him back his card.
You look back at Jimin. He is saying something that doesn’t reach your ears. All you can hear is a loud ring.
“Wh..at…” Ring. “(___)?” Ring. “Who…” Ring….
Your eyes snap to Jungkook again. He takes the card back and pushes it inside his wallet.
Now!
You have to move now!
You free yourself from Jimin’s grasp without a single word. Already start walking forward like you’re in a dream.
Please don’t turn around.
Please don’t…
Not yet…
Your heart is beating in your throat. You keep your eyes glued to Jungkook while picking up your speed. Jungkook takes the two paper cups full of ice cream in his hands. Turns around halfway–
“(___)?” Jimin’s hand on your shoulder yanks you around to face him as a gust of wind. “What the fuck is going on?” He barks yet somehow managed to lace it with concern.
No…
You rush to take a look at Jungkook, already fearing his dark gaze. Already knowing that you’re done for. So is Jimin. Yet you only meet with the sight of Jungkook still talking to the cashier.
You exhale loudly in relief. Then turn to Jimin again. You have no time to explain.
“I’m fine.” You state aloud. Step away. Fall back into walking again. Jimin follows you closely. You have to stop him. “No, Jimin, please. No.” You stop just to look at his eyes. He looks beyond confused. “Don’t do anything, please. Don’t follow me.” You shake your head in a plea. “I’m fine, I promise you. Not now— Don’t. Just leave, yeah? Please, I beg you.”
That’s all you manage to say before you finally leave him behind. You don’t even look back to see if he has listened to you. It’s too scary. You just focus on calming down your nerves and slowing down your stupid heart. And of course, putting on a big smile when you finally stand up in front of Jungkook right at the time he turns around with your order.
“Hey!” You whisper. Jungkook looks surprised for second. Then his boba eyes crinkle adorably, matching his toothy grin.
“Hey, Pretty. All good?”
You copy his grin.
Even though you don’t feel it.
And you nod.
Even though nothing is good.
…………………….
You can’t do this anymore. You regret every damn decision you made today that led you to this cursed moment. Jungkook was hellbent on leaving mere minutes ago and now the same guy is enjoying his strawberry milkshake ice cream like a two-year-old. Meanwhile you’re struggling to push down a single scoop past your throat.
The sweet sugary flavor of your chocolate ice cream melts inside your mouth like it’s nothing but ice. You are too nervous to do anything but fidget around like you have invisible ants crawling through your skin. You can’t help it. Can’t help the bobbing of your leg. Can’t help the sudden hotness you’re feeling. Absolutely can’t help but search the premises for the millionth time.
When you first dared to look back, you had found the spot Jimin stood to be emptied. Your eager eyes hadn’t been able to find him ever since. Which is good, right? Exactly what you wanted. But then why do you feel partially disappointed? Well, this proves you are right about nobody giving a flying fuck about you. True, Jimin looked so concerned, genuinely worried, and deeply relieved to see you. But who knows? That can be just a pretense. You can’t trust anyone in your life at this rate.
Still, however, you scan your eyes around the food court as discreetly as you can. Looking for one thing and one thing only.
Silver hair, silver hair, silver hair….
Nothing.
It’s hard to miss such a distinctive feature. You’re certain he left. Of course, he did.
Jungkook’s sudden groan brings your wavering attention back to the table. You’re sitting at a table set by the ice cream store outside its glass walls. The man who’s sitting before you groans once again, sounds almost mad, his eyebrows pulled together in a deep frown. Someone might think the food is as bad as it appears through his expression. In reality, though, you know it’s quite the opposite.
“This tastes so fucking–”
“Good?” You complete the sentence for him. You need to forget what happened. Need to act like everything was and is fine.
“Yes,” Jungkook sighs dramatically. “I can’t understand what on earth these amazing fruity flavours had done to you. Why are you hating them with a passion?” He points his spoon at you, bringing up your obvious dislike to indulge in any other flavors besides old boring vanilla and chocolate when it comes to certain food.
You roll your eyes, trying so hard to stay in the moment. “I don’t hate them. Besides, it’s not just strawberry flavored. It’s strawberry milkshake and it’s too–”
“Sugary,” This time Jungkook fills up for you. Damn, you two know each other too well. “I know. Chocolate is sugary too.” He argues. You open your mouth to counter back, straightening up and eyes landing on his face.
“That’s not the sa–” You almost choke on your words when your eyes catch a flash of silver behind Jungkook. You take a double look.
Silver hair, silver hair, silver hair.
There he is.
Jimin. Fuck. He hasn’t left. A bubble of relief, disappointment, and happiness stirs your inside at the same time. Just for second, though.
“Pretty?” Every emotion inside you morphs into blind fear. “You okay?” Jungkook almost takes a look behind him.
“Uh huh.” You nod furiously. “That's so… not the same thing.” You resume your conversation instantly. Fortunately for you that makes Jungkook abandon looking back at where you looked and pay attention to win the argument. He says something more to which you don’t pay any mind. You hear it, you do. And you answer him. Yet your mind is completely on the guy with silver hair. You do your best not to risk it by glancing at the direction again. Only to fail at the task. Your eyes work on their own as you chance another glance while Jungkook is too engrossed in his ice cream.
Jimin stands exactly where he was a minute ago. But this time he is on a phone call. Talking with someone frantically. As if trying to convince someone that the sun is rising from the west. Something not believable at all. Like him meeting you in a random mall on a normal wednesday.
You know what he’s saying to whoever that’s on the phone.
Wait….
Who’s the person on the other end though?
Police?
Your throat suddenly goes dry. Your full attention is back on Jungkook. Out of everything the police raiding this place and dragging Jungkook away is the last thing you want. Or you don’t want that all. You’ve lived with this person too long to be able to let that happen.
Fuck, you should get out of here.
But what if Jimin is calling someone else. His best friend for example.
If you thought your mouth went dry earlier, now you feel like you ate sand. The police aren't the worst case scenario here but Daebi is. You don’t know how and when people in your life played the part to put you in a hell hole of misery. You, however, for sure know the part Daebi played. If Jimin is calling Hoseok or Daebi then she’s going to let Jungkook know.
And you’ll be dead. No. No, Jungkook would never kill you because among everything you’re the one thing Jungkook can’t live without. But he can stay true to his promise. He can ruin everyone else in your life.
You have to get out of here.
You’re just about to spill out a blatant lie and ask to leave when Jungkook’s phone on the table vibrates, making you jolt in your seat. Blood drains out of your veins. You’re sure you turn into the color of ash completely.
Oh god no.
Is that her?
Is everything over?
Jungkook picks up the phone leisurely, his face giving no hint at who the caller is and your attempt to take a look at the caller ID fails even before you can act upon it.
You suck in a harsh breath, hold it inside your poor lungs as you wait for the inevitable. The milliseconds between Jungkook answering the phone and bringing it to his ear, passes as if it’s eons.
This is it…
Daebi is going to tell him that you met Jimin…
Jungkook is going to kill—
“Hello!” Jungkook speaks to the phone. “I thought I informed you that I’m on leave today Mr. Seong.”
The breath you’ve been holding escapes your lungs like a tidal wave, leaving your whole body relaxed.
You’re saved for a second time today.
Maybe the universe is on your side after so many years of tortures and pain.
Jungkook sighs in annoyance at something the other person said. Then he mouths ‘one minute, Pretty’ as he gets up from the table. Walk a few feet away from you.
He has always been discreetive about his work. Not lying but not giving you a direct answer every time you asked about it. You know he’s a genius and he’s rich. Whatever he’s doing, it’s probably illegal. That much you’ve figured. As his pet, you don’t get to share his life. You just receive what he gives you. You don’t know since when you started caring about that.
You force yourself to tear your gaze from the brown haired man to the silver haired one, who's also on his phone. Talking with someone much more animatedly than Jungkook. Looks more frustrated.
You may have gotten another chance but the danger is still here. There’s still a possibility Jimin is calling Daebi or the police. You don’t know how you’re going to stop Jungkook from receiving a call from Daebi. But at least you can come up with something if you get out of here. Yes, you need to get the hell out here.
Right?
Go back to the apartment. Your luxurious prison.
Something clogs in your throat at the prospect.
It doesn’t matter. You have no other choice anyway, do you?
Jimin turns his head toward you. Your eyes meet. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite understand. Is that desperation? Is that a beg? What does he want? Does he want you to stay?
You have no other options, right?
You keep your eyes on Jimins.
Options.
What if… just what if….
Universe on your side today. You finally made it to this day. What are the chances of meeting Jimin on this very specific day? What are the chances of him staying? You already wasted a chance of getting help earlier because you believe you have no one else. Because it seemed like something that wasn’t worth the trouble. But what if… what if you’re not alone after all. What if this is a chance?
Your ears are back on ringing. You feel like you can’t breathe. As if there’s something inside you that keeps inflating, pressing all your organs and bones to your skin. You’ll explode any minute now.
Jungkook is still on the phone. Is facing the opposite side from you.
Jimin is still on the phone. Is directly looking at you.
What are you gonna do?
What are your options?
Should you give up? Walk back with Jungkook to your same old life. It is good, right? That life. You have food, clothes, books, and everything else Jungkook can buy for you.
You sweep your eyes over the busy mall.
Then you don’t have anything these people have. Most importantly you don’t have freedom. Your situation is far worse than being a pet. Even pets have more freedom than you.
Are you willing to keep living that way? You swear you wanted to escape. You swear letting Jungkook in was just temporary. All you wanted was relief and it came through an abundance of orgasms. Then when have things changed? Since when did you decide to become his pet? How come you let yourself get lost in Jungkook. The same person who drugged you back in an illegal underground club. The same person who almost murdered a man in front of you. Brutally so. The same person who created a whole damn app to torment you. The same fucking person who kidnapped you and kept you locked in for nearly a year.
Maybe it’s the sudden rage inside you. Or it’s the frustration you kept up inside for months. Whatever that is, you surprise yourself when you stop a passerby girl out of the blue.
“Hey, sorry. Do you have a pen I can use?” You blurt out impolitely. The girl looks so taken aback for a minute before she shrugs and fishes inside her bag. She says nothing nor does she wait for you to thank her properly as she hands you over a black pen and walks away.
You don’t waste time to ponder about the nice stranger. You don’t have time. You just grab your half empty disposable ice cream cup. Do your utmost best to keep your hand steady as you start to scrawl across the pinkish surface.
You have no plan. You don’t know what you’re doing. Just know this might be your last chance.
Meet me again the same placesame day nect week. don’t tell anyone else. Please.
Your handwriting is a mess. It’s okay. It’s readable. You’re about to cap the pen and proceed to the next step when something else comes to your mind.
You jump into adding more to the stupid note you scrawl across the cup.
And nopolice Jimin. I don’t want the police. Please I beg.
You don’t know what you exactly want. But for sure you know you never want Jungkook behind bars. Odd, yes. A you from a year ago would’ve thrived at the prospect of him going to jail. A lot has changed since and you don’t want Jungkook to suffer. Not anymore.
With that you replace the cap on the pen back and throw it under the table without a care. Grab your ice cream cup in your hand just before Jungkook hangs up the call and walks to you, wearing an apologetic expression.
“I’m so sorry baby but this idiot—” He starts.
“It’s okay. I get it. We can leave.” You cut him off with a soft smile on your face while your insides are on fire. Your limbs are trembling so badly.
“Yeah?” Jungkook steps closer to you. You curl your hand instinctively around your ice cream cup. Forcing yourself to stay steady. Relax. “Are you sure?” Jungkook kneels in front of you. Rubs your knee.
You fight the urge to take your leg away. Not because his touch repulses you. It’s more because you feel like a snake. A bitch.
“It’s okay. I know you have to work. I’m tired anyway.” You ease his worries with the same smile on your face. Oh, you’re a goddamn better actress than you thought. Jungkook smiles at you fondly.
“That’s why I love you.” He stands up again. Goes for his ice cream cup. You beat him to it.
“It’s okay, I’ll throw them away. Just call a ride for us.” You stand up as well, taking both half empty ice cream cups. Jungkook takes just a split second to respond which feels like an hour to you.
“Okay.” He nods. Still smiling. Doesn’t question you. Just pecks your lips. You let him and finally make your way to the nearby trash can placed by the same store. You drop Jungkook’s ice cream cup into the bin.
Okay, here you go.
You’re doing it.
You don’t dare to look around you as you empty the now gooey contents in the cup to the bin. Then you let the cup fall to the ground. Turn around.
You can’t feel your legs. Can’t feel your hands. Your heart is beating too fast. This doesn’t feel real. Chatters of people. The music from various stores, they all sound like a dream.
You did it.
Now all you can do is pray. Pray that Jungkook hasn’t noticed what you’ve done. Pray that someone else might not take the empty cup of ice cream and throw it in the bin. Pray that Jimin has noticed what you did and he’ll read it. And among everything that he’ll listen to you.
If everything goes right, you will have to convince Jungkook to bring you here next week as well. You’ll find a way and you’ll worry about it later.
For now, you just let your legs move your body toward Jungkook, who looks—fortunately—oblivious to what has happened. You let your limp body lean against him and let him take you home.
Home.
………………..
It’s been two days since your date. Two days since you met Jimin. Surprisingly or not, things have been oddly calmed ever since. No feared calls from Daebi or someone else to tip your meeting with Jimin off to Jungkook or anything else to make your life miserable. That means one of two things. Either Jimin listened to you or Daebi no longer wanted to meddle in your life.
You haven’t made a decision about what to do on the expected day, however. When you scrawled that note over a paper cup of ice cream you haven’t really thought it through, to be honest. You just acted on impulse. The pressure that there’d be no other chances had pushed you to take the only one you had. That’s the reason for you to take a step on. But that doesn’t mean you have to keep going, however. You’re allowed to take that step back again. Which you’re contemplating. After your nerves have calmed down and the thrill of the moment faded, you’re no longer sure about your abilities to pull this through.
There are a million things that can go wrong and above all there’s a hard weight inside you. A pain. A mixture of guilt and hurt. You didn’t do anything wrong in reality. You’re simply doing what you should’ve done a long time ago. But still you feel like you’re betraying Jungkook. It’s hard to shake off the feeling. The pain has been draining you out for the past two days to a point you have no energy left in you anymore.
You sigh heavily, giving up on your boring fantasy book. That catches Jungkook’s attention who’s been hunched over his laptop across from you on the couch. You’re half sitting and half liying on the couch at opposite ends, facing each other. Both of your backs pressed against the arm rests. You have your legs draped over Jungkook’s while he’s resting his feet under your butt.
“What?” Jungkook peers at you over the laptop. You rush to put your indifferent very normal face up. You’re doing a great job at it apparently. Jungkook hasn’t picked up anything off of you yet. Maybe if you were able to actually escape this, you should consider an acting career.
“Mmm… nothing.” You offer him a sweet smile. Jungkook just raises his brow. Less convinced. “What?” So you have to question it.
“I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one who’s sighing like your dog died.” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with amusement. You roll your eyes. Playfully.
“Oh, c’mon… you can pay attention to your work Jeon. Let me be.”
“Yeah?” He tilts his head to the side, then shrugs. “Okay then, I was about to ask if you’re bored and maybe…..”
“Yes,” You jump in, throwing your book away. “This book is so damn boring.”
Jungkook chuckles aloud. “Is it now?”
“It is.”
“What should we do about it? Read another book?” He puts his laptop away as well. An involuntary pout appears on your lips.
“Guess what? Never mind…” You try to reach your book which is now on the floor when you feel the soft touch in your ankle. You don’t even get to proceed what's happening before you’re being yanked forward by your foot.
“Kook!” You squeal in terror at the unexpected movement.
“Yes, Pretty?” Jungkook, however, looks unphased and calmed. Just smiles at you wickedly. “You said you’re bored and I can’t let that happen now, can I?”
Your mouth goes dry making you wet your lips. A bubble of anticipation comes alive in your stomach.
“I have to do something.” Jungkook keeps talking as you don’t respond to him. Simply because one touch from him is causing your brian to malfunction. He brings your foot up. Up toward his mouth. You watch in excitement as he inches his lips toward your foot. Then his lips touch the skin of your foot heel. A feathery light kiss. Enough to send a shiver down your spine.
“Jungkook,” You sigh quietly. “Don’t do that.” Your words only cause his smile to widen.
“Do what?” He asks coyly. “This?” Gives another kiss, making your breath hitch and back arch. “Or this?” Licks a path up your heel to your toes.
“Kookie…” You moan breathlessly. Jungkook ignores you.
“Or this?” Instead he keeps teasing you. He drags your foot down this time. Places it on his chest and drags down through the expanses of his board chest, and abs. Straight toward his crotch. He presses your foot into his hardening cock. You feel the warmth radiating through the flimsy material of his pajama pants. Nothing underneath.
You both have been lazing around since the morning, not even bothering to get out of your sleep wears. Which appears to be a good idea at this moment.
“Oh fuck!” You visibly shiver at the feeling. Your soft moan gets drowned by the groan Jungkook lets out, his head tipping back.
“Yes,” He breathes out after spending a split second with his eyes closed and head fallen back. Then his eyes are on you. “You want me to stop doing this, Pretty?” He cocks an arrogant brow.
You shake your head furiously. All the worries about impending decisions and escapes disappear from your mind. Here you go again. What’s wrong with you? Are you brain dead? Has he broken you and trained you into a perfect little slut who gets horny instantly, just with a touch by him. Oh, wait, he hasn’t even touched you though. Is just pleasuring his cock with your foot and your cunt is already making a mess.
“Answer me, baby? You want me to stop this?” Jungkook starts rubbing your foot on his cock, making you feel the way he gets hard within a minute.
“N-no,” You stutter out, getting more and more excited by every passing second.
“Of course, you don’t… you’re a slut, after all.” Jungkook mocks you before dropping your foot down. His words shoot directly to your pussy, making you clench your thighs together. “Go on then, do what you have to do.” Jungkook leisurely leans against the arm rest, no longer touching you.
You beat a few seconds in painful contemplation about what you should do. Just a few. You’re too impatient to wait any longer. It’s with a pounding heart that you finally move your foot again toward his waistband. It takes you a few minutes of struggle to pull down his waistband to free his cock when Jungkook doesn’t do much to help you besides eventually lifting his hips up a bit. You manage to succeed in the end. You free his cock just using your foot and you waste no time in pressing your sole back in his cock. This time with no barrier to separate your skins. Just his painfully hard cock throbbing at each rub of your foot against him.
“Shit, Pretty.” Jungkook sighs dreamily, his eyes locked into the way you’re playing with his cock. “You’re doing so good, princess. Keep going…. Yes, like that, fuck…” His words encourage you to slowly be more bold and start to jerk him off. Occasionally gliding your toes over his red tip, driving him crazy. You keep up the good work for a few more seconds before Jungkook gets tired of it and demands more. Of course, he does and you love it.
“Show me your cunt.” He barks out of nowhere making your movements falter. Your skin has already been on fire but now you’re almost melting onto the couch. He’s doing it too well. Too good. He knows how to make you lose it. You can’t even swallow to soothe your dry throat.
You ask no questions or don't let him repeat as your hand goes to bunch up your flimsy night dress up to your waist. Just like him, you have nothing underneath your dress to save your modesty.
“I asked you to show me your cunt, slut. Spread.”
Oh, your head is spinning. You can cum just from this. You put your free leg which isn’t on his cock over the backrest of the couch, giving him a perfect view of your soaked cunt.
“Holy fuck,” Jungkook’s breath hitches. And he loses control. He grips your foot so tight that you worry he might break you. He keeps his eyes on your cunt, starting to jerk himself off with your foot. “Goddamnit, look how fucking wet you are…” He says mostly to himself than to you through clenched teeth. “Fucking slut, you know this is all you’re good at right? Hm?” Presses your foot more into him. Picks up the speed even more. “Hm? All you’re good at is being a little slut. A cocksleeve. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Fuck, you can’t do this anymore. Your body is melting like butter. You have no bones in your body. Your cunt aches. Badly.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, Daddy…” Your voice hoarse with lust.
You absolutely cannot do it anymore.
With your admission you bring your hand between your legs. Not being able to control the burn. The wanton need. Yet you only get to brush your fingertips over your aching clit before you’re being manhandled for a second time within the hour. This time, though, it is harsher and faster. One moment, you’re jerking Jungkook off with your foot and the next, the man is hovering over you, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, with your hands being pinned next to either side of your head.
“Did I say you can fucking touch you?” Jungkook’s low growl graces your lips, sending tingles all across your body. You fall into a haze under his burning gaze that you fail to reply. Jungkook doesn’t like it, however. “Did,” He lowers his face even more towards you. “I,” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything more dangerous than his voice right now. “Say, you can touch what’s mine, baby? You better answer me.”
Your brain is short circuiting and you’re too nervous to answer. But you’ve played the game too many times to learn the ropes by now. So, you force your brain to comprehend.
“Nn-no, da-daddy?” Even with your words your hips are moving in their own accord, trying to find any kind of friction on Jungkook’s body.
Fuck, is it even possible to be this needy?
Luckily for you, Jungkook ignores your pathetic attempts. Instead of wasting his time over it, he clicks his tongue. Disappointed.
“You need to learn a lesson, baby. You’re always too fucking needy and impatient. And you don’t know how to listen.” With that he gets off from you. You panic like you’ve just found the world has disappeared. Ridiculous but it is what it is. “Don’t move.” Jungkook instructs. You listen this time. Not wanting to be in any more trouble. You wait patiently without even moving a finger until he walks away inside the room and returns. With a tie on his hand.
Like that, you know what’s going to happen. You have all types of toys you can think of. So do you the cuffs and silk ropes but he has chosen a tie. Less forgiving. He wants you to suffer. You don’t feel an ounce of fear, though. All excitement that drips down into the leather couch in liquid form.
Jungkook is scary and you’re scared of him. But when it comes to sex, you’re no longer afraid of him. Even without a safe word, you know he’s going to take care of you.
You stare at him expectantly as he makes it to the couch again. “Sit up.” Another command that you comply with like a good obedient girl. “Hands behind your back.” You do as he says and wait, burning with arousal as he ties your hands up together. Behind your back, tight and secured that you can’t move them an inch. Jungkook pulls away and faces you after he’s satisfied with his work.
He caresses your cheek softly. You lean into the soft touch. “You good, Pretty?” Questions. You nod. “Yeah? You gonna listen to me?” He asks again to which he gets another nod. An eager one. Yet he looks dissatisfied. “Can I trust you?” Jungkook adds. And like that the air goes still. The question hangs heavy in the air. All the fire inside you dies down like he has doused a cold bucket of water on you.
No. He can’t trust you.
You have something bad hidden behind your back. A secret. A nasty plan. You betrayed his trust and are planning to worsen it. The guilty feeling returns tenfold. So unbearable and painful that you almost spill the truth. Then his voice saves you right at the time. “ Huh, Pretty? You can’t talk? Answer me slut.”
Of course, he’s just asking a question. A question that’s suitable for this moment. Why are you beating yourself over it? Besides, you’re doing nothing wrong.
Yes, nothing wrong.
You deserve your life back.
You gulp harshly before answering.
“You can, Daddy.” Your voice is meek and barely audible but it does the job. Jungkook hums in satisfaction. Sits back.
“ I can?” He purses his lips in thought for a moment. “You sure? Maybe we should test it?” Raises a brow. You stay silent but your face must be speaking of your confusion. “ C’mon, up.” Jungkook doesn’t clarify anything. Just aids you in getting to your feet. “Let’s see if you can listen, baby.” He lowers you into the ground. Into your knees. You happily kneel in front of him. Expecting that this is about a fantastic blowjob. Only that your hope dies a quick death. Not that you complain, though. “Besides, I should return the favor, right?” Jungkook deliberately sneaks his foot between your legs. You couldn't have controlled moaning even if you tried.
“You gave me a freaking good foot job, didn’t you baby?” Jungkook keeps mocking you, while proceeding to push his foot further into your cunt. You instinctively lower your body to get more. “I should return the favor now, go on slut, grind.”
That’s all you need. Within a blink, you’re rocking your hips back and forth, your eyes nearly rolling back in your skull. This is demeaning in a way you can’t even fathom. You’ve done similar things before like riding his shoe. But you’ll never get used to the feeling. It’s degrading and embarrassing. It makes you want to crawl into a hole and die, which is exactly what that arouses you so much. The fire inside you is constantly growing. With each rock of your hips and each rub of your clit against his skin.
It’s not an easy task. Not with your hands tied behind your back. Your arms are itching to get more help by grabbing onto something. It’d be far easier if you can hold onto Jungkook’s leg. More help means more pleasure. Unfortunately, that’s not an option and you’d have to do with what you have. So you do. Your skin is heated and sweating. Thin strap of your night dress falling down through one shoulder, spilling one of your tits. More embarrassing. More arousing.
Jungkook is sitting there unphased by everything. Even more arousing. You can’t decide what’s hotter. His indifference or the fact that you can visibly see his cock jump inside his poor excuse of a pants with every rub of you. Maybe both. In their own way.
You have no idea how long you’ve been rubbing your cunt on his foot. Probably lesser than you think. It’s getting better, though. Better and better. You can’t even breathe. You let your head fall forward, your forehead resting on Jungkook’s knee. Cry after cry leaves your lips.
“Kook… oh please…. Daddy…” You don’t know what you’re saying. You just babble for the sake of it. Lost in your own world. Jungkook’s sudden voice snaps you out of that world. You raise your head to look at him when he speaks.
“Such a good slut, baby.” He pets your hair, making you rock your hips even faster. “Yes, you are…” He cooes. “But this is a test, remember? You need to prove that you’ll listen to me.” A wicked grin appears on his face. That can’t be good. Oh, no this is not going to be good. You almost start crying already, giving him the best puppy eyes you can muster to no avail. He pulls out the next words in agonizing satisfaction. “You get a minute to cum, whore,” He bends down to your height, staring directly at your eyes. “If you don’t, you won’t get to cum today at all.”
Your brain fails to make sense of his words. What does he mean?
“No, no what?”
Jungkook stares at you as if you’re the dumbest thing he’s ever seen.
“You don’t get to cum if you don’t cum within a minute, (___).” He repeats softly and slowly as if you’re a toddler. He takes his phone in hand next, without any further ado. You stare up at his face as he sets up the timer. Probably for a minute. After setting it he throws the phone away, nudges your cunt even more with his foot, reminding you what’s at stake.
You waste a second before snapping out of it and starting to grind again. With more precision. How humiliating is this? You believe it will never get more humiliating than this. Having to cum within a minute by grinding on his foot? Oh no, this is the worst. Unless of course, if you don’t get to cum.
You shut your eyes and reopen them. You need to look at his face. In his all glory but wearing a bored expression. You need to feel even more humiliated to speed up this process. It’s working. Yeah, it is. You’re getting so close.
Closer and closer. You can totally do this. Even with your arms starting to ache after being pushed back for too long. One more rub. One more—
The sound of the timer going off startles you so bad that your movements come to a halt abruptly. It takes you a long minute to realize what just happened.
“No…” You whine pathetically when Jungkook smirks sinfully. Of course, the bastard knew what he was doing. He knew you wouldn’t be able to cum within the time frame. “No, kook…. Daddy please…” Your desperate pleas fall in deaf ears. Jungkook yanks you up by your forearm. Throws you into the couch like you’re nothing but a ragdoll.
“See, you don’t listen,baby. Such a nasty slut. All you care about is cuming, Pretty.” He draws away from you just to remove his clothing. “Don’t you?” He places himself between your already spread legs. “Don’t you?” He asks again, followed by a chaste kiss to your lips. Stark contrasts to how he’s talking to you and what he’s about to do to you.
You shake your head in denial.
“No?” Jungkook’s smile should be in jail. It should be illegal to smile like that. You shake your head in answer yet again. “Didn’t think you’d be a liar too, Princess.” He shakes his head in disappointment. You try to talk. Say that it’s not true. Only for your words to turn into screams when Jungkook enters you out of nowhere. No warnings. Not even a sign he’s about to stretch you out. Good thing you’re a dripping mess and he slides in easily. He bottoms out inside you with that one thrust. Groans. A painful groan. “Damn, (___). Shit, feel so good, pretty.”
You acknowledge him with a moan torn between a cry.
“Kookie… baby…” You try to focus your blurry gaze on his face.
“Yes, baby? What do you need? Want me to fuck you so hard? Does this slutty cunt needs to be fucked so bad?”
“Please…” You push your hips into his, fucking yourself with his cock. “Oh god, please… move…”
“Yeah? You want that? Okay, got it.” Jungkook places his hands behind your knees. Pushes your legs toward your torso. Goes into his knees. Allows you just one more minute to get ready before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He starts slow. Withdraws his cock almost away from your aching cunt before ramming forward. Slow and deep. Hits all the good spots inside you. Causing more and more arousal to seep out through your weeping hole, making a mess out of both of you.
“Hard-harder… Kook… more.” Your arms are aching so bad. The urge to grab on to his neck or arms is overwhelming. The urge to touch him whichever way you can is unbearable. He doesn’t give a fuck about that, however. You’re happy at least he starts to pick up his speed.
“Yeah? Want it hard?”
You nod. Being too lost in it.
“Yeah? Like this?” Jungkook gives you a hasher thrust. You wail in pure pleasure. You don’t know whether you’ve replied or not but before you know it, he’s pounding you into the couch. The shameless sounds of skin slapping gets drowned under your embarrassingly loud screams. Neighbors must be hating him so much. Neither of you care. No. Everyone can hate you but this is too good.
You’re drooling.
You’re crying.
You feel like you’re floating on clouds.
Then to make the matters worse or impossibly better, Jungkook kisses your ankle. Once then twice. You watch in awe as he suddenly wraps his lips around your toe.
Oh god.
You really thought it wouldn’t get any better. It can’t get this better. Where would you go after this? How would you become normal after this?
“Jungkook… holy fuck…. No, I—”
Jungkook lets go of your toe with a pop.
“Good? Do you feel good slut?”
You don’t answer. You can’t answer.
“Look how fucking greedy your filthy cunt is?”
You clench around him violently. The orgasm he robbed from you is rebuilding inside you with ten times more intensity.
“Like that, you useless whore. Take me like that.”
Your back arches, hips thrusting up to meet his pounding halfway even with your movements are limited without your arms.
You’re going to cum. Hard.
The coil inside you is tightening rapidly.
“Oh, fuck… Jungkook. I— I’m… fuck I’ll—”
“Cum?” Jungkook saves you from the trouble of verbalizing. “Is that it? You gonna cum?” His hand flies to your throat. A very familiar dance by now. You love the way his grip on your neck makes you lightheaded. He knows it too. The pressure on your throat makes your thighs tremble. Pulling you even closer to the edge.
The coil is tightening and tightening and—
“What did I say, pretty?” Jungkook’s voice reaches you from another dimension. His hold on you doesn’t ease a bit. Nor does the power of his thrusts. “You don’t get to cum today.” Those words pull you back into earth from the haze you were floating in. The coil inside you fades away.
Fuck, you forgot.
And you thought it was just a meaningless threat.
Just said for the sake of the moment.
Apparently, you are very wrong. When Jungkook says something, he means it.
But no. You can’t endure another edge. Not today.
“No, no, please no. I’ll be a good girl I promise.” Words escape your mouth even without your knowledge. Words you’d rather die than say in another situation.
“Too late for that.” Jungkook barks. And you prepare yourself for the inevitable. Jungkook fucks you even harder. Squeezes your throat just perfectly. Like how you love it. The coil starts to tighten again. Tighter and tighter. You close your eyes to endure the ache of your orgasm that would melt away when he’s going to stop.
Now!
Jungkook picks up his speed. Your eyes snap open in surprise.
“Don’t cum.” Then he throws the bomb on you.
What now?
“Hold it. Do you hear me?” Jungkook shakes your head using your neck. “Don’t fucking cum. I swear to god if you cum, (___)….”
The rest of his words slip into thin air. Your mind is already occupied with what he said and how impossible it is.
You’re going to cum. Now. But Jungkook isn’t playing.
No. You can’t cum.
Okay, think about something else. Distract.
Biscuits.
Cake.
Jungkook picks up the pace even more. Deliberately fucking you so delicious.
This isn’t going to work…
Cats.
Cute puppies.
You reel when Jungkook’s free hand lands between your parted legs. Fingertips touching the spot that you don’t want him to touch at this moment.
What an asshole!!!
“No…. Fuck, Kook… I’ll…. That’s-n-not fair….”
“Isn’t it?” Jungkook starts circling your clit. Almost furiously. Matching with his harsh but impossibly pleasurable thrust.
“No.. p-please I’ll- I…Kook… cum…”
“No!” His pace turns even harder if it’s possible. So do his fingers. “Hold it. Don’t cum.”
You’ll die.
“You’re my fuck toy, baby. Toys don’t cum, do they?”
You shake your head. This is good. His words make it even better or worse in this case. He’s not helping at all.
“You’re just my cum dump. That’s all you’re good at, aren’t you?”
You nod, tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably.
“Then be a good toy, pretty. Take my cock, yeah? Take it and don’t cum. Take-it-like-that.” He accentuates his words with deep strokes. “Take it. Yes fuck… take my load in this fucking cunt. Such a good slut… yes you are. My fucking cock—”
That seals the deal for you. The coil snaps even though you’re doing your best to hold it. You fail miserably as your back arch. An almost inhumane cry leaves your throat. Your vision turns blind, white spots appearing behind your closed eyelids. You’re certain that you’ve lost consciousness for a second because when you reopen your eyes next it feels like you’ve reborn into a new world, with no memory about what happened. It leaves you confused when you find Jungkook spilling curse after curse with his eyes strictly watching at your pussy. He has removed himself from you.
You raise your head the best you can to see what’s happening. To your equal horror and surprise you find the mess. Wet. Everything is wet. You. Jungkook. The couch.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby. You squirted.” Jungkook mumbles mindlessly like a mad man.
You squirted.
You’ve never done so.
Another one of many first times that he stole. You can’t bring yourself to be mad, however. You expect Jungkook to be mad. You didn’t listen to him, after all. Yet apparently your intense orgasm has made him lose his mind. He says no another word as he enters you back again, making you grind your teeth in oversensitivity. Making your whole body tremble. Making you cry aloud.
“I know, I know baby…. I’m close…” Jungkook shushes you softly. Starts fucking you but is far more gentle. “Gonna cum soon kay? Hold on for me, princess. So close… so-fuck-gonna fill you… fuck, (___)…” Jungkook stills his hips. You feel the way his cock twitches violently. Feel the way your insides go all hot with his seeds spilling inside you, throwing you into another euphoria. Light but pleasurable.
That was insane, wasn’t it? And you’ll never have this again.
Do you really want to escape this?
Yes. Fuck yes.
You snap your eyes closed in annoyance. It’s just your hormones speaking. You can’t make life decisions based on good orgasms. Nothing matters. No….
You lay there boneless until Jungkook pulls away from you, unties your hands and drags you into his lap. Nothing really makes sense to you as he starts caressing your arms.
“Are you good, Pretty?”
You only hum in answer.
“Hey! Baby, talk to me…fuck!” His arms around you tightens as he pulls you closer to his naked body. You hum in answer, yet again. You have no energy left to talk. Jungkook kisses your forehead. So gently. So lovingly.
He’s so gentle, isn’t he?
He loves you, isn’t he?
Who was the last person who touched you so tenderly? Genuinely? Just because they wanted to touch you?
Are you really gonna leave this?
Fuck!
You can’t let this happen. No. No, you have to stay on your ground.
“Can we go on another date? I want to eat that ice cream again.” Your weak voice comes out of nowhere. Everything falls into silence. Even the sound of Jungkook’s soft breathing comes to a stop. And he stills like a predator sensing a threat. You almost become convinced that you either fell asleep or gone deaf when he finally speaks.
“You wanna go out again?” There’s no surprise or annoyance in his voice. Good sign. You lift your head to look at his face. He isn’t looking at you. His eyes are fixed on the black screen of the TV. Is poking the inside of his cheek.
You can’t read him and that’s scary. You need to know what’s happening inside his brain.
“Y-yes… I mean we didn’t get to finish the ice cream and I was being good, wasn’t I? I- ugh… you know what, never mind.” You drop your head back into his chest. You have to play wise. If you try to persuade him more than necessary, it might come out suspiciously. If he says no, then you’ll try again tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow or—
“Okay.” Jungkook mumbles softly.
What?
You try to lift your head again to look at him but he prevents you from doing so with his cheek rubbing on the top of your head.
“Okay?” So you opt to question.
“Mhm… let’s go have your ice cream. When do you want to go? Today?”
Fuck! Maybe you panicked and asked this out too early.
“No… not today. I’m so tired.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Jungkook says nothing for that but you feel him nodding. Okay, you totally fucked this up. All you can do now is just put it out and hope for the best. “How about next week? You can take me out once a week, you know?” You do your best not to tense up. If he agrees, you can make sure which day you’re going out. There's a fifty percent chance that this might work or not.
“Once a week? That’ll be a damn headache.” Jungkook chuckles softly. You have to bite your tongue so you won’t sigh in relief. You're good. He’s not suspecting your stupid antics.
“C’mon, you know that I behave.” You nuzzle more into his chest. A moment passes. Then there it comes.
“Okay. Anything you want, pretty.”
Anything you want!!!
……………
The days have been rolling too fast and too slow. You’ve been nothing but a bundle of nerves for the past few days. Making sure you’re going out on a Wednesday just like the previous week turns out to be surprisingly easy. All you had to do was simply ask “how bout Wednesday?” and Jungkook was all down.
Everything is going smoothly so far. Yet you’re as excited as a cow about to get slaughtered. You blame the lack of enthusiasm on the nerves. The trepidation of things going wrong, though deep down you know that’s not the only cause. Nerves? Yes, they are because of the anxiety. But how about the pain? The guilt.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake off the guilt. The pain only grew stronger every time Jungkook smiled at you. With those stars in his eyes. You almost changed your mind more than once. It was a constant loop of changing your mind and then reminding why you should leave.
Remind yourself that you’re the victim and Jungkook isn’t the lover boy he pretends to be.
Still, though, you feel like a girlfriend who cheated on her ever so sweet, loyal and loving boyfriend as you stand in front of the illuminated sign of NJ.
You had faked a stomach ache. Lured Jungkook into a blowjob and an intense fuck session to make sure you arrive here late afternoon.
You made it here right on time. Or roughly right on time. It’s been more than twenty minutes since you’ve been eating a cup of ice cream that tastes like ashes for a second time of your life. No silver haired man has appeared in any corner of the food court, however.
Every passing second without something happening is pulling you into a frenzy. You’re torn between wanting to see Jimin here and not wanting to see him at the same time.
There are loads of things that can go wrong.
What if you panicked and blew this up before Jimin shows up?
What if Jungkook notices something weird?
What if you get caught?
What if Jungkook does something bad to Jimin?
What if, what if, what if…
Maybe this whole idea is ridiculous. Maybe you’re not strong enough to do this. Maybe Jimin will never show up. Maybe he never got your note. Or he just ignored your call for help.
Out of all the possibilities, the last one is looking more appealing to you right now.
Going back home with Jungkook seems easy enough.
Yes.
Maybe you should do that.
No more hassles like this.
Your scared brain and nerves that are on fire nearly convince you to do exactly that when your eyes finally land on the flash of silver you equally dreaded and anticipated.
You hold the wooden, disposable spoon so hard that it snaps with an easy pop, making Jungkook startle a bit as he pays you attention from his phone.
He’s been texting a client this whole time. You were grateful for that. It gave you enough space to be the ball of anxiety you are.
“Jesus, what’s wrong?” Jungkook furrows his brows.
“N-nothing, I just held it a bit too tight.” You do your best to smile. It’s really hard to keep your focus unwavering. All you saw was a flash of silver. It could be anything. It could be someone else. You need verification. You need to know it’s Jimin. Unfortunately, you can’t.
“Why would you do that?” Jungkook cocks a brow this time.
“I- uh- I don’t know. Wait I’ll just—” You stand up halfway from your chair when Jungkooks stops you.
“No. Wait, I’ll go and grab another one for you.”
You nod and fall back into your chair. Fine by you to be honest. You wait patiently until he disappears inside the store to start scanning your surroundings. Like a mad woman. Your heart beating against your ribcage as if they’re sworn enemies. You sweep your eyes around. Like you did a week before. Over every person. Every head. Children and adults. Men and women. Black and blonde hair. Until…
Silver hair.
He came.
Your eyes meet Jimin’s. Maybe not you, but Jimin definitely sighs. Heavily. Like he couldn’t breathe until this very moment. In another time, you would’ve been touched by the act. Not now, though. You don’t know what you should do next. You really didn’t have a plan honestly. You threw a note at Jimin without knowing what’s next. Not even knowing if he would find it or trust you enough to follow your requests. Apparently he did. Hell, even he listened to your request of not involving the police.
If that doesn’t mean anything you don’t know what would.
He actually came. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe there are still people who care about you. Yes. Jimin obviously cares. And this should be enough reason to proceed with your plan. To take the next uncertain step. For starters, maybe you can find a chance to talk with Jimin. He might have a plan. If he doesn't, a few minutes would give you time to come up with a plan. Today doesn’t have to be the day. You can just come up with a thorough plan.
You gulp, setting your mind. Making the decision. You’ll steal a few minutes to talk to Jimin. You’ll do it. Because you have to. You’ll find your life again.
“There you go,” Jungkook puts the new spoon in front of you softly, grabbing your attention. You smile at him after mumbling a quick ‘thank you’. Jungkook acknowledges it with a kiss to the top of your head. Your body stills and stomach rolls. The familiar guilt clouds over your head like a storm. Even your skin starts to prickle like the feeling is about to pierce through your skin and come out. You fear that Jungkook will sense it. That he’ll see it. Maybe it’s written all over your body and face.
Jungkook, however, just walks over to his chair back again. Unaware. With no clue about what you’re going to do.
You don’t have to feel guilty.
You shouldn’t feel guilty.
You’re the victim.
You. Are. The. Victim.
You have to do this.
You will have this talk with Jimin.
You swallow back the bitter taste in your mouth and force your stomach to calm down.
“Um,” You open your mouth hesitantly. Jungkook hums in answer. “Wo-would you mind if I, uh–”
“Pretty?” Jungkook puts his phone away for a second time. “What’s going on?”
Okay, you have to just get this done or you’ll ruin this.
“I just want to use the restroom.” You blurt out. The words sound stupider when they’re out in the air, hanging between you. Jungkook looks mildly surprised. Then he shrugs.
“Yeah, be quick.” Like that, his focus is back on the phone. You beat a second before pulling it together and rising to your feet.
Just talk and come up with a plan.
You almost turn around and leave.
But, Jungkook.
You stay rooted to the spot, unable to take a step away. Eyes glued on the man before you. His jet black hair pushed back on his forehead. His lip ring glistens every time he nibbles on his bottom lip unconsciously. His brown eyes are big as he keeps scanning over the screen. His brows pulled together adorably. His slender, tattooed fingers typing away on his phone furiously.
Black t-shirt and black baggy pants. Is wearing nothing fancy again yet he's the most beautiful being you’ve laid your eyes on. The hottest thing. The most handsome. Such a pretty psychopath. Isn’t he?
Yes. A psychopath.
You don’t have to feel guilty….
You’re not doing anything wrong…
Don’t feel guilty.
You take your first step away. A pain erupts in your heart. You take another step away. The pain blossoms into an unbearable agony. Another step. You want to cry. Another step. Maybe you don’t have to do this. You can turn around and run back to his arms. Another step. It’s fine. You’re just going to talk with Jimin and come back. Another step. Maybe you can–
A hand wraps around your forearm from nowhere. You don’t even get to yelp in surprise before you’re being pulled into a warm embrace.
“Fuck, (___), I thought you’ll never show up.” Jimin’s soothing voice travels across your body like sweet honey.
………………………..
“Jeesus! Do you? Are you saying that you were being fucking kidnapped and—”
“Yes, Jimin.” You confirm for him for the umpteenth time.
You were so wrapped in your head that you hadn’t noticed you'd almost made it to your destination. Jimin had dragged you inside an emergency exit where you’re currently in. It’s surprising how you managed to recite a story that happened through a year within two minutes. Even that’s a waste of time.
There’s no time to explain everything and ask everything. There are lots of things that you didn’t tell. You have yet to say that this Jeon Jungkook is the same person whom Jimin and Hoseok beat into a pulp all those years ago. That this Jeon Jungkook is the same lunatic who drugged you, almost killed a man in front of you. And you have yet to ask whether Jimin knew about Hoseok’s infidelity and Daebi’s betrayal. You have to know if Jimin was on blind side about how Daebi— maybe Hoseok too— aided Jungkook.
Maybe next time. You have to come up with a plan now.
“Fuck, this is so…” Jimin runs his ring-adorned fingers through his silver hair. Sighs. “Okay, okay, you know what (___), I know you said no police but that’s what we’re gonna—”
You don’t even let him finish that sentence.
“No!” A rush of panic surges through you. “No Police Jimin.”
“Hey,” Jimin steps closer to you. “I know you’re scared, baby. But you’re safe, okay?” He grabs your shoulders. An act that’s meant to be a sign of comfort yet you feel nothing but fear. “You’re here with me. No one can hurt you.”
“No, no you don’t get it… you- no police, Jimin.” You shake your head frantically. Almost step away and run back. His hold, though, is too tight for you to do that.
“(___)…”
“Nonono… you promised no police.” You struggle to step back. Fear making your legs shaky. The pain you’ve been feeling earlier—the guilt, has turned into a rush of adrenaline the moment you found yourself in Jimin’s arms. Your veins are throbbing with adrenaline. The pressure of the moment is making your head swim. But now it’s about to wear off in the face of fear. The ugly guilt is raising its head again.
“Then what do you want to do? Do you want that motherfucker to live free and happy?” For the first time Jimin snaps.
Yes. That’s exactly what you want.
God, what’s wrong with you?
You can’t tell that to him, however. What kind of victim that’s plotting their escape would do that?
“I-I-I just, I just want out, Jimin. I don’t want… I don’t—”
“Hey!” Jimin shakes you gently. Probably to knock some sense into you. He fails. You don’t want to be sensible. You'd rather walk back than involve the police.
“No!” Your struggle turns frantic. “No Jimin, no police I’ll—”
“Okay…”
“I don’t wantto I just—”
“Hey! It’s fine (___)!” This time Jimin shakes you a bit harshly and it works. You shut up immediately. “It’s fine. No police. Okay?” Jimin bores into your eyes. You inhale a shaky breath. “Good?” He questions.
You nod slowly.
“Okay.” Jimin nods too. “Okay, no police.” He lets go of you. Takes a few steps back. Rubs his face with both hands. Looks so frustrated. “Let’s just take you to a safe place then, yeah? Then we’ll figure out what to do next.”
His next bunch of words drop on you like a bomb.
What?
Jimin closes the distance between you again.
You hate the way your body is growing weak.
Did he say he’s gonna take you to a safe place, now?
NOW?
“Okay?” Jimin searches for your answer.
“N-now?”
“Yes now. We’re not going to waste our time. We’ll go away. Make sure you’re safe and the fucker can’t find you again and when you’re calmed down we can decide what we’re going to do next.” Jimin takes your limp hand in his. “Sounds good?”
It should sound good. Right? This is what you wanted and it’s happening.
But, Jungkook?
You expected this to be a talk. You wanted to talk and go back. What’s the point, though? Saying goodbye? To your kidnapper? What kind of ridiculous thought that is.
But the thought that you won’t see him again makes your heart squeeze in a way that you can’t physically breathe.
God, you need to get a grip. Not seeing him again is the goal.
What about the starry eyes and flowery smiles, though?
What about the feathery kisses and scorching touches?
What about not having or seeing them again?
The image of Jungkook as you last saw him burns inside your brain. He’d just sit there waiting for you, wouldn’t he? You imagine the hurt in his eyes. The realization that you won’t return. The anger and that madness would surely follow but what pains you is the knowledge that he’d be hurt.
Your stomach rolls.
Maybe you can’t do this.
Maybe you need one more minute.
You can just see him again and come back.
Right? Right?
“(___)?” Jimin snaps you out of your spiral. “Is this good? Do you think you can do this? We can’t wait for another chance. That’s too risky. We’ll have to flee now. I don’t want you to spend another second with him.”
You gape at him as if you just saw him.
It’s too risky.
Of course, it is. Who are you kidding? This might be your only chance. And you can’t really say goodbye to the person who you’re running away from.
This has to be it.
You have to.
Jungkook would be fine. He will.
You nod at last. Still uncertain. Still doubtful. Yet Jimin takes that as a strong yes.
“It’s okay, baby. We got this, okay? I got this. I got you.” Jimin mutters before pulling you into his chest for a quick hug. Then you feel his lips pressing against the top of your head.
See, he got you. You have people who care about you, besides Jungkook. People who are normal and won’t traumatize you to death. People who would allow you to live a normal life while loving you the same.
But the problem is? You don’t feel any comfort at the thought. You don’t find comfort at the touch. You’re supposed to feel safe and relieved.
Yet here you are.
You feel nothing. At least not the comfort you felt in Jungkook’s arms.
………………..
Something is not right. You can feel it in your gut. It has all been easy. Too easy for your liking. You and Jimin had walked—not walked but ran— out of the mall without anyone batting an eye at you. You had gotten into a cab like you were heading home on a random Wednesday. Now, you’re walking through the long hallways of the new apartment building Jimin lives in.
This can’t be this easy. You know Jungkook. He kept you hidden for a year without a single soul knowing your whereabouts. He kept you isolated from the world in a building full of people and no one ever questioned him. He made an app to lure you in and no person in this world knew about it. Jungkook is a genius. He makes no mistakes.
So, how?
How did you manage to walk away that easily?
True, that you were pained and feeling guilty for leaving him. You’re still feeling that way. You’re still having doubts. Torn between keeping running away and running into his arms. But one thing is clear. If there is something that is worse than running away from Jungkook is trying to do so and failing.
No matter what you’re feeling or your indecision, you’ve come this far. And getting caught is not among your future plans. Jungkook had always made it clear. You’re not meant to escape. If you tried, he’s more than willing to walk into a distance that will even pain him to keep you. He’ll kill everyone you ever knew. He’ll take you away from this city. Hell, maybe even from this country. Or worse, maybe he’ll break your legs so you can’t attempt this again. Or simply he’ll kill you and kill himself too.
A shiver runs through your body at the prospect. No. You can’t get caught. Hence, your paranoia that kept you looking back on your shoulder for a familiar Benz throughout your entire cab ride. Jimin’s reassurance that nobody is tailing you and he can’t find you did only little.
Something is wrong.
You know it.
Even the hair at your nape rises while you wait until Jimin unlocks his apartment door. You keep your eyes glued to the farther corner of the hallway to see if anyone would come.
“(___)! Hey, it’s fine, baby. Nobody followed us. You’re safe.” Jimin entangles his fingers with you, one hand on the door handle, keeping the door a crack open.
“We shouldn’t have come to your place.” You ignore his words. Ever since you realized the safe place Jimin told you was his own apartment which he had changed into a new one while you were gone, your unease has increased tenfold. If things went wrong, you’re putting Jimin in grave danger. But Jimin is adamant about taking you there.
“It’s fine. C’mon,” He pushes the door open fully, steps inside. Despite your reluctance you follow his lead. Hesitantly. Slowly. Cautiously. Holding your breath. As if you expect something to jump at you. Step after a step. Through the threshold. Jimin holds the door for you. You step in. The door closes behind you. Your eyes dart around the living room. All white and soft green. Stark contrast to the black and white you saw for a year. Your eyes go over every furniture, every empty corner of the space. And you find nothing.
Maybe you were paranoid for nothing.
Maybe you’re really okay this time.
You let out the breath you’re holding into.
You’re fine. You’re fine. You’re—
“Holy shit!”
The sudden voice makes you jump in your spot.
“You didn’t lie… I thought you lost your fucking mind, Jimin.”
You turn around faster than lightening. Your brain is on high alert. Alarms blaring. You even take a step back, ready to run away. You don’t get a chance to do that, however. Your back hits Jimin’s chest and you’re met with a very familiar face. A face you never wished to see again. Or you did but not like this.
Jung Hoseok.
No.
Your mouth goes dry. Not because you don’t want to see him but because this could mean only one thing.
“Shit you’re alive. (___), fuck!” Hoseok storms toward you. He doesn’t get to touch you when a second voice interrupts.
“Jesus.”
Not just your mouth but your whole body turns into a dried shriveled skin.
Daebi.
You’re surprised how fast your eyes well with tears.
No way.
“(___)?” Only when Jimin talks to you that you realize that you’ve said that aloud.
“No!” You turn around to face him. “You said you won’t . I asked you not to- why did you?” You take a step back from Jimin in disbelief. Why did you ever think that this would be a good idea? Why did you decide that you can believe Jimin? All the hope you had escapes you, leaving you weak. “No, Jimin… you said you won’t tell any—” Last bit of your words get cracked by a gut wrenching sob that you refuse to admit came from your own throat.
Jimin’s eyes go wide. He looks around in confusion.
“(___)? What do you mean?” He tries to step closer to you. You don’t let him. “I didn’t,” He gestures around the room. “Listen, I know you might not want to see Hoseok here today,” His eyes land on the said person briefly. “But it’s just him and he’s been worried about you. And it’s Daebi. Your best friend.”
You want to laugh. If you aren’t crying your insides out, you could’ve done that.
Best friend?
Your best friend?
What is Jimin thinking?
Is he really ignorant and made the mistake of letting your ex best friend know about you? Or is he playing dumb? What would he gain from doing this anyway?
You whip your head toward the other woman in the room. You find your answer.
Jimin is ignorant. He has no idea about what really happened. Because Daebi is the one who is playing dumb. Her eyes all wide and brows furrowed. As if she’s very confused. Not just confused. The perfect mixture of relief, confused, happy and sad at the same time. Exactly how someone would act when they see their presumably dead best friend alive again—but who refuses to see them.
A bubble of rage sloshes inside your stomach clouding your other senses.
Fuck this!
Fuck that bitch!
You almost take a step closer to Daebi when a knock erupts on the door. Every head in the room except Daebi’s turns toward it. Including yours. The fury you’ve been feeling morphed into a fear even before you can blink.
It can’t be right?
You turn to Jimin, hopefully. Maybe he’s expecting someone. Probably Nina. Yet to your utter horror he looks confused. Lines of worry etch into his forehead.
You freeze. Completely. Your mouth suddenly tastes like acid.
It can’t be. It can’t be.
A beat passes without nothing happening. Then you hear the soft beeps of the keypad. Someone is entering the passcode into the lock.
Everything happens slowly. Like you’re in a movie. Jimin takes a hurried step to block the door when it’s already too late. Hoseok follows his lead just to halt his movements when Daebi grabs his arm. The door opens and closes like a gust of wind. And through it walks in a familiar figure. Casually. Like it’s his house. Still in the same clothes you last saw him in.
Jungkook clicks his tongue once he’s safely inside the apartment.
“That was too fucking easy.” He shakes his head in disappointment.
“You need to find a place with better security, Mr Park.” Jungkook shoves his hands in his pant pockets. Leans against the door. Looks smug. Cocky. Has a right to be after all. “I’m disappointed. I expected something more.”
You watch the way he talks with Jimin as if they’re friends who’s talking about last night's football game. On the other end of that one sided talk, Jimin looks like he’s about to faint. His face is pale.
Your legs are trembling. You can’t even bring yourself to cry. What’s the point of crying, anyway. It all has come to this. How stupid of you to think your ridiculous plan would work. That you’d be able to make a fool of Jeon Jungkook.
Yet you find your lungs squeezing painfully in fear when Jungkook finally turns his gaze toward you. His stare cold and distant. No stars in his eyes, no longing in his gaze. “And you thought you could trust them, Pretty? After everything? You thought you’re going to run into your pathetic ex and your best friend and they’d shed happy tears to see you again?”
You suck in a sharp breath. His words hit you like a slap across your face. You don’t know about Jimin. Or Hoseok. But for certain you know about Daebi.
“H-how?” You hear Jimin almost whisper to himself. You know he had being certain that you were not being followed. This may come as such a shock to him. Not to you. Jungkook never followed you. No. There was no need to do so when he knew what’s going to happen in detail. Every miniscule detail of your plan. He knew everything because of one person. Only one.
The earlier rage returns to you tenfolds harder.
Daebi!
That bitch!
She has to ruin it over and over again hasn’t she?
And you’ve had enough.
You don’t even realize what you’re doing until you turn around and storm toward Daebi in the blink of an eye. You catch the woman so off guard she does nothing but stand there when your palm lands on her face out of nowhere. So hard and powerful that even you whimper in pain at the sting in your hand.
You ignore that, though. The way Daebi’s head snaps to the side due to the powerful movement is so satisfying. The sound of your palm slapping against her flawless skin is otherworldly. But that’s not enough. Not considering the kind of hell she had made you go through. You don’t let her prepare for your next move when you grab her long hair. Yanks her head back with it.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you stupid bitch. I’m gonna ruin you.” You hiss through your gritted teeth while Daebi finally gets it together and starts to fight back. Not quite hitting you back but trying to escape your hold.
“Fuck, lemme—” She starts just to howl in pain when you yanks her hair as hard as you can. You’re sure you can rip her hair off but before any of that you feel a pair of hands on you.
“Fuck, what’s wrong with you?” You hear someone pants behind you. You thrash in the tight hold that keeps you grounded to escape and keep attacking Daebi— who’s trying to get her composure back. You must look like a mad cow. You don’t care. Daebi deserves to die. But the person who is holding you turns you around so easily. Your blood starts to boil under your skin to see that the person who stopped you is Hoseok.
You try to escape his hold once again. Hoseok curses aloud. “Fucking hell, (___)!” He grabs your upper arms so tightly. “Stop it!” Shakes you as if to knock the words into your brain.
Wrong move!
That’s all he gets to say and do.
Even you gasp in surprise despite the fury inside you when Hoseok is dragged away from you. All you hear next is the painful crack of bones and the loud thud of the back of Hoseok’s head hitting the wall.
“Get you fucking hands off her.” Jungkook barks. One of his hands on Hoseok’s throat, the other fisted and ready to blow another punch into Hoseok’s face. “I’ll fucking rip your arms and chop you into pieces you motherfucker.” Jungkook grits. His hold on Hoseok’s throat tightens and Hoseok’s face starts to turn red. He tries in vain to pry the hand on his neck. Right then Jungkook’s fist lands on his face again.
Hoseok mewls in pain. But it does nothing to stop Jungkook. He drags his arm back and lands another painful punch.
Another crack.
Another pained grunt.
Another punch.
Blood starts to trickle down Hoseok’s nose first then quickly his face is just one mess of blood. Jungkook reduces him to a pulp within record time. Before any of you can even process what’s happening. Especially you. You just stand there. Horrified. Unable to move an inch, watching the godly face of your ex boyfriend turns unrecognizable.
What snaps you out of your terrified haze is Daebi’s scream. It appears that she finally gains strength. She takes a hurried step forward. You don’t know what she’ll do anyway. It’s not like she'd be a match for Jungkook. Luckily for her, Jimin beats her to it.
His face pale and eyes wide. Like it should be. A crazed man is killing his best friend with bare hands, after all.
Jimin makes it to Jungkook faster than you think. He drags Jungkook back. Using Jungkook’s tshirt. You hear the sound of fabric tearing. To Jimin’s credit he manages to do it in one go. It frees Hoseok from Jungkook's death grip. He bends down, coughing and heaving for air. Blood uncontrollably falling down to the crisp floor of Jimin’s living room.
Jimin doesn’t let Jungkook prepare for what comes next before his fist flies to Jungkook’s chin. Forceful enough that Jungkook’s head snapped to the side. For a second it seems like Jimin got it under control. But what a delusional thought that is. In the next minute Jungkook dodges Jimin’s blows as if he’s a trained fighter. And that’s all it takes. One missed punch from Jimin and the control is back on Jungkook’s hand.
You yelp for the first time when Jungkoo hits Jimin across his face so hard that Jimin stumbles back. His attempts to keep his balance comes fruitless when Jungkook lands another punch. With that he lands on his back with a pained growl.
You wonder what Jimin and Hoseok would say if they knew that this is the same kid they once beat into a bloody pulp on that cursed day. The kid who they nearly killed. The kid who laid there helpless. Well, they probably won’t believe you because this clearly isn’t that kid.
No. That kid was dead. This is a new demon.
And this demon is capable of more cruelty.
And he’s angry. Not angry, he’s gone crazy. Completely.
You know exactly what’s going inside Jungkook’s head.
This is the same kid who lost it all because of Jimin that day. And he nearly lost it all again today because of him.
He fucking did. If I have to make him suffer, I have all the reasons to do so.
You know what’s going to happen. Yet you do nothing but stare for another minute or so as Jungkook steps towards Jimin. His eyes are burning with anger. If a look could kill, Jimin would be dead so long ago. Jungkook walks up to him slowly. Too slowly for your liking. Like a predator about to charge on his prey.
You keep watching. Watch and watch. Then Jungkook springs to action and you snap out of your haze. At the same time Jungkook grabs a white vase on a sideboard, you take a step.
“No!” You scream which falls into deaf ears. Jungkook smashes the vase on the tabletop. Most of the shattered pieces clunk to the floor but one large piece with a sharp edge remains in his hand. You swear you do your best to sprint toward Jungkook and stop him. Apparently it’s not enough, though.
You stop dead in your tracks when Jungkook lunges at Jimin who’s trying to get up. He pushes Jimin back into the floor with a hand clutching to Jimin’s shirt collar. You don’t know who screamed louder next. You or Jimin. Probably you because what Jimin lets out is a howl in pain as the broken piece of the vase pierced into his shoulder.
“Fuck!” Jimin grits his teeth, trying to pry away the man on top of him despite the pain. Jungkook doesn’t even budge. He pulls the piece of ceramic away, making Jimin groan again.
“It’s all because of you.” Jungkook’s mumble is hysterical. “If it weren’t for you, she would’ve been mine long ago. You fucking ruined it. And you had to ruin it now too? You fucking bastard!” He stabs Jimin’s shoulder again. This time a new spot. He pushes the sharp edge deeper into Jimin’s skin and flesh. Twists. The scream Jimin lets out is inhuman. You’ve only heard such an agonizing sound one time in your life. Jungkook pulls his makeshift weapon out. Shakes Jimin’s head by yanking him with his shirt. “You didn’t give a fuck about her all these time and now you want to play hero?” This time Jungkook doesn’t stab Jimin. Instead, he just pierce his skin slightly above his upper arm then starts dragging the pointed end down. Tearing Jimin’s clothing and his skin.
Jimin’s back arches. He is covered in blood now. His white shirt is almost fully drenched in crimson. His face is the color of ash.
“You wanted to take her away from me? I’d like to see you try, Park Jimin… I’d like to see you try.” Jungkook cuts Jimin’s arm from his shoulder to his elbow. Pulls the weapon up. Stabs again. And again.
You don’t hear what else Jungkook says.
He is going to kill Jimin.
Because of you.
You dragged him into this.
The fact Jungkook is about to send him to the god is enough proof that Jimin isn’t a part of any of this. He’s an innocent, unfortunate soul that happened to get caught up in this mess.
Because of you.
You need to do something. Something to save him.
You let your body decide the next moves. It’s like you’re not living in this moment. Like you’re watching a movie.
You let your legs carry you to the crazed man twisting his blood covered white piece of glass in one of Jimin’s wounds. You don’t know what Hosoek or Daebi is doing. Have no idea why Hoseok isn’t saving his friend. Maybe Hoseok has no energy. Or maybe he’s a coward. Or an asshole.
Whatever the answer could be, you don’t even try to see where they are. You make a beeline to Jungkook. Fall to your knees. Then without even you knowing it, you’re doing your best to drag him away from Jimin. Cries after pathetic cries leave your mouth.
“No, please stop it.”
Jungkook doesn’t even look at you.
“Please Jungkook.”
Nothing. Even Jimin's screams have turned into weak whimpers.
“Jungkook, baby, please…”
That word always worked. Not now.
It’s not working. No matter how hard you try or how hard you cry.
You fall back to the floor. Body limp. Tears make your sight blurry.
You have to do something.
You look around aimlessly. With no purpose. Catch a glimpse of Daebi tending to Hoseok. You pay no attention to them. Scan across the room. Until your eyes land on the remaining pieces of the shattered vase.
You stare at them emptily for a millisecond before something clicks in your hazy mind.
You have to do something.
You hurry to crawl across the room toward the broken pieces. Ignore your trembling hands as you pick up a piece big enough.
You have to stop Jungkook.
You need to stop this madness.
The only way to do that is to take the cause of this madness away.
You push the sharp edge of the ceramic piece to your neck. It feels rough on your skin. Certainly not suitable to hurt someone. You don’t know how Jungkook is doing it. Doesn’t matter. If he can, then you can too. Enough force will make the rough edge sink into your flesh. You press a little harder. It finally stings.
“I’ll kill myself if you don’t stop!” That voice can’t be yours. It comes from a distance. It sounds too unfamiliar. “Jeon Jungkook! I’ll fucking kill myself.” Yet it’s your voice and the second time it comes even louder.
And it works.
Jungkook freezes midway. His head snaps to you. You visibly witness the way the madness in his eyes turns into panic in a flash.
You don’t know what convinced him that you’d actually do it. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes. Or it’s his instincts. Because you’re going to do it.
As the rough edge of the porcelain presses harder into your throat and the more it stings, you feel powerful. For the first time after years, you feel as if you have control. And even if it means your death, you’ll hold on to it. In the end, you no longer care. Everything has gone wrong anyway. What’s the point of keeping struggling anymore?
You keep your eyes on Jungkook. Threatening. A silent promise that you’ll do it.
You can’t believe that you’ve never tried this method before. You know you’re Jungkook’s biggest weakness. You always knew that. Still you never tried anything this way.
Jungkook won’t survive without you.
That’d be too much pain.
Jungkook raises to his feet slowly, finally abandoning the bleeding Jimin. You keep your ground. You want to look smug now that you have the control. You want to smile now that you’re the one who’s playing the game. But you’re doing neither. The only thing you’re doing is tearing up even more. Crying and hurting yourself.
“Pretty…” Jungkook whispers breathlessly.
“Drop it.” You sob.
Jungkook wastes no time. He drops the bloodied ceramic down to the floor even before the words leave your mouth properly.
“There you go. Now put it down.” He raises his arms, as if to show you that he’s surrendered. You don’t listen to him. Why would you when you can play some more. “Pretty? Put it down, baby.” Jungkook repeats. This time more stern. He takes a step towards you. You take a step back, without surrendering.
You have no intention of complying. You’ve complied with him for far too long. Look where it got you. One of your friends is practically dying on the floor. Your ex has a ruined face. You may hate him with a passion but that doesn’t entitle Jungkook to beat him. No. That’s way too much control.
You’ll actually kill yourself.
You press harder.
This time it actually pierces your skin. A pained gasp escapes your mouth. That’s all it takes for Jungkook. He storms toward you without giving you time to act upon. Before you know it, he has your hand pushed away from your neck. A tight grip on your wrist and a twist makes the piece of shattered vase drop from your hold.
Like that you’re no longer in control. Again.
“You’re being an ungrateful bitch again (___).” Jungkook hisses. You can smell blood on him. Jimin’s blood. Your stomach sloshes. You might throw up all over him. Jungkook lets go of your hand to grab your face, smearing all the blood on your face. God, you’ll throw up. “You’re ready to kill yourself for him?” Jungkook chuckles. Manic. Hysteric.
You don’t answer. You stand there boneless in his grip.
“And after everything I did for you, you still want to leave me?” Jungkook’s voice drops into a whisper. “You think these people want you back in their life?” He rests his forehead against you. For some unexplainable reason, his words sting so bad. A pain raises its head among the fear and disgust you’re feeling. “But I think I might be cursed because I love you even when you’re so stupid and ungrateful.” He sighs heavily. As if he’s revelling in the feeling of being so close to you again.
And you like it.
Why are you enjoying it? Why does it give you hope? The disgust and fear is still there but deep down, in some sick part, you like that he’s still down for you.
Why? What’s wrong with you?
“I told you this already, baby. You’ll never escape me.”
I’ll fucking live inside your head, I’ll fucking burn myself into you. You. Are. Never. Going to escape me.
There goes your answer. He’s already in your head. Etched deep in your skin. Engraved in every cell in your body. He has you where exactly he wants you. It’s already too late.
You can’t escape him. You’ll go back to him even if he never chases you up.
You’re such an idiot to try this. All it does is make your friends—or the friend, suffer.
Jungkook smirks. Like he knows what you’re thinking.
“You hear me? You’re fucking stuck with me. If you want to end this so badly, I’ll kill you baby. I will kill you. I will. Never again try to harm what’s mine.” With that he pulls away. Beats a second. Then his lips are on yours. You let him. Even when you taste blood on him. You let the taste of him invade your taste buds. You let him deepen the kiss.
The kiss doesn’t last much long. He pulls away slowly. That manic look back in his eyes. He steps away from you. Slowly. You don’t know what he’ll do next. Go back to finish his job? What will you do to stop him next?
How pathetic are you?
He bends down. Picks up the same ceramic piece you used to hold against your own neck. He doesn’t break eye contact as he does that.
He’s going to kill Jimin.
Jungkook takes a step back. Painfully slowly. Another.. And another. Then right at the time you think he lunges back at Jimin, he turns to his right. Just within a quick blink of an eye, he yanks Daebi—who’s standing there helping Hosoek to keep his balance—to him. Daebi’s back pressed against his chest. One arm curled around her neck. Other one pressing the damn ceramic above her chest.
Daebi lets out a shrill scream. Hoesok takes a hurried step, his attempt of trying to catch his girlfriend turning embarrassingly null.
“Fucking stay where you are.” Jungkook shouts, making Hoseok stop dead. “Don’t test me.” Still Jungkook adds.
“Fuck!” Hoseok curses quietly , his arms going up in the air. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He mutters to Daebi who’s the same color as the porcelain Jungkook is pressing against her chest.
How romantic?
You want to laugh. Yet you don’t. Because Jungkook’s eyes are back on you. He ignores Hosoek.
“Do you want this, pretty?” He smirks menacingly. “This bitch stole your boyfriend.” Daebi gasps while Hoseok winces. “And she conspired behind your back to get rid of you. You would want her to suffer, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook starts to slowly take his hand down. The dull end of the ceramic scratches over Daebi’s t-shirt. Stops above her stomach.
She grunts, thrashing on Jungkook’s hold. Obviously not succeeding even a little bit.
“Say the word, baby. You know I’ll do it. Trust me it’ll feel good. She deserves it.”
“No. Fuck, no!” Daebi’s panicked eyes land on you. So do Hosoek’s. Hoseok turns them back to Jungkook rather quickly. He takes another stupid step up.
“Listen man—”
“Stay where you are.” Jungkook doesn’t even spare a glance at him. Only presses his weapon more to his victim and Hoseok has no other choice but to play it cautiously.
You watch everything without even moving a finger. Suddenly you feel so numb. Probably the effects of crying so much. Yet you haven’t stopped crying. Tears are still flowing over. Among all that, however, you feel strangely numb. Detached.
“Say the word, pretty.” Jungkook speaks to you again. “Maybe you’ll understand what I’ll do for you then. You’ll finally see how much I love you. Maybe you’ll love me back, pretty.” He suddenly starts to sound dreamy. “Won’t you, pretty? You’ll love me if I kill her for you.” He tilts his head to the side. Waits patiently for your answer.
Your answer!
He wants you to say yes so he can kill someone.
Isn’t that crazy?
Love?
He believes that killing someone would make you love him.
Isn’t that funny?
Isn’t it funny how Daebi is finally at a place where you used to be? Panicked. Horrified. Tearing up.
Her thrashing and struggling has turned hysterical. You don’t really hear what she’s saying, though. Hoseok has started talking again too. You can see his mouth moving and the way Jungkook is glaring at him like a wild animal. Yet you don’t hear what Hoseok is saying.
The poor man is trying to save his girlfriend.
Isn’t it funny he wasn’t there to save you back then?
Isn’t it funny how the tables have turned.
It’s too funny to be able to keep them all bottled up. You can’t help the way your lips quiver, nor can you help the bubble of laughter build in your throat. You swear you don’t want to laugh. Still despite your struggle, a scary chuckle leaves your mouth. And the room falls into a silence of disbelief.
Jungkook looks at you in admiration.
Your chuckle blows into a laughter.
Hosoek looks at you with pure disgust.
You bend down while laughing hard.
Daebi starts to thrash again after a minute of stunned silence.
You don’t want to laugh.
Revenge is a sweet word. It gives you comfort. Yet hurting someone isn’t on your list. Not yet at least. Maybe you’re walking toward that. Maybe you’ve finally lost your mind.
Whatever the reason could be, Jungkook takes that as a yes.
“There you go, princess. Knew you’d want that.” His voice oozes liquid venom.
“No. Listen…” Hoseok starts but his voice gets drowned by Daebi’s yelling.
“No… Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook. Fucking psycho. You’re a fucking psycho. You both are…. Let me go… let me…(___)!!” She looks at you. You sober up. “You bitch! I didn’t do anything, you know? You deserve that shit. You always have been a crazy bitch and you were making Hoseok’s life fuckin miserable. I did all of us a favor.” She stops her struggle for a brief second. “You two get along well, don’t you think? You both are fucking psychos after all.” Her words fall into an utterly silent room. Shocked. Not you. Not Jungkook. But Hosoek. He even takes a step back.
“W-what?” He looks at you, then back at Daebi.
Daebi realized her mistake but it’s already too late. This time it’s Jungkook who laughs. An honest laugh. From the depth of his heart.
“No.I—” Daebi starts just to be cut off by Jungkook.
“That’s on you.” He says to Daebi. “See man,” Turns to Hoseok. “Two faced, lying bitches like your girlfriend deserves to die, anyway. But,” He presses the broken ceramic more to Daebi’s flesh over clothing. “I’ll do it this way. I mean, don’t get me wrong because she’s gonna suffer but I’ll let her live.” Hoseok almost lets out a breath in relief. Almost. “But,” Jungkook returns his gaze to you. “You’ll let us walk away peacefully”
The words hang heavy in the air. No one says anything. Just Daebi’s whimpers.
Hoseok waits a moment before taking a slow step back even when he had heard the truth. Through Daebi’s mouth.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
Not that you expected anything else anyway.
Honestly, you don’t care about Jungkook taking you away again either.
Jungkook hums in satisfaction.
Daebi relaxes. She probably forgot the last few words of Jungkook. Just as she lets her guard down, Jungkook stabs her side. Daebi’s scream pierces your eardrums.
“No!” Hoseok lunges forward despite his state. Before he can make it toward them, Jungkook manages to stab Daebi’s side once more. Her angry yellings turn into sobs and apologies.
You know that Hoseok could’ve at least made Jungkook’s task a bit harder. But what stops Jungkook isn’t Hoseok. It’s the sudden bang. All of your heads snap to the direction. The sound has come from the front door. It has collided with the wall.
Through the now open door emerges a figure. Then two. Three.
Blue clothing.
Yellow vests.
Badges.
Holding guns in their outstretched hands.
Pointing them toward Jungkook.
The police.
No!
Your head starts throbbing as if it’s about to explode. Panic settles in you like a wildfire, spreading into every nerve.
No, no, no.
Jimin promised you.
Did he lie to you?
Then you get your answer.
Hoseok uses the moment of distraction to pull wounded Daebi away from Jungkook. Or it’s more of Jungkook letting her go willingly.
“Fuck you, motherfucker.” He curses aloud once his girlfriend is out of the grasp of Jungkook. “Let’s see how you get away with that.”
And you notice the phone in Hoseok’s hand. He called the police. In another time, you would’ve reeled with fury. Not now. Not when your priorities lay somewhere else.
You begin to feel everything back again. Anxiety rockets higher through the roof. You break into a sprint. Straight toward Jungkook. Nothing else matters.
“Freeze.” Someone shouts.
You ignore that as you stop in front of Jungkook. You’re shaking your head almost furiously. Jungkook returns his attention to you from the intruders. Slowly. Calmly. Too calmly.
“I didn’t–” You stutter. “I didn’t- I swear, I never- I didn’t know–”
“I know.” Jungkook whispers. You grab his blood covered hands willingly this time. In your peripheral you see someone rushing to Jimin.
“Drop the weapon.” It’s all one loud noise.
You squeeze Jungkook’s hands.
“We-we have to run, right? We’re going to escape and, and…” You look around you frantically. There must be another door. Or you can make it to the door.
A siren starts blaring in the distance.
Fuck! Are you being surrounded?
No… this isn’t what you wanted in the slightest.
Fresh waves of tears break apart from you, leaving you a trembling, sobbing mess.
“We can fight, right?” You pull at his hands. A movement behind him catches your attention. Someone is nearing him with the metal muzzle pointed at Jungkook. You feel as if the whole world is about to snap in half. “Right?” You urge Jungkook. He’s eerily quiet. And before he can answer you, the person who came behind him yanks his hands away from your grasp.
“Step away from the suspect, ma’am.”
No way!
You clutch his face in the absence of his hands. “Kook!” The fact he isn’t talking to you is eating you up from inside. “Please, fight!” You feel like your heart is being squeezed by an invisible hand. “God, no.” You turn to the person behind him, who’s now busy handcuffing Jungkook. “He didn’t do anything.” You almost rush to the policeman, so ready to fight him physically when Jungkook finally speaks.
“It’s okay, Pretty.” He coaxes.
You stare at him with teary eyes. “No, please… Yo-u c-can fight’em o-off.” Sobs break your voice.
“Listen to me.” Some urgency leaks into his voice. Probably because the person behind him has started to pull him back. Away from you. You clung to Jungkook even more. As if he’s your breath.
“No, please… leave him be.” You cry. Nobody gives a fuck. And to your utter horror, you feel a pair of hands wrap around you and start yanking you away from Jungkook as well. “No,no,no…”
“Pretty, listen to me!” Jungkook raises his voice. You stop struggling for a second. Apparently, that’s enough for him. His voice drops down into a whisper again. “Will you ever love me?”
You still.
What is he even asking? This isn’t the time for this.
“C’mon, pretty. Give me hope!” For the first time since you ever met him, Jungkook sounds broken. Utterly, Irreparably, distraught. “Give me hope to keep going on for you. Will I ever be enough?”
It hits you.
You’ll never escape me.
He promised you, after all. He’ll find you again. You can’t escape him. All you have to do is give him hope.
You take a deep breath. Nod. Once. Twice. Then you’re nodding like a broken doll.
“Good!”
That’s all Jungkook is able to say before the damn policeman succeeds in dragging him away. Your heart wrenching cries do nothing to stop them. Your attempts at going after him come futile due to the hands that are holding you tight.
No matter how hard you struggle you don’t manage to move an inch. Jungkook keeps looking back at you. His face is still calm. Hurt yes, but calm, nonetheless. He doesn’t put up a fight at all. He keeps his eyes on you until the very last step. Until he disappears through the threshold.
You fall into your knees.
And everything turns dark.
……………..
Five hours ago.
“Gimme an address, Daebi. You don’t want me as your enemy..” Jungkook bellows into the phone. Even without seeing, he knows Daebi flinches.
“Fuck you, Jungkook.” Yet she has the guts to yell back. “You weren’t supposed to call me ever again.” She grits. “We had a deal in case you’ve forgotten. I can’t believe you’re making the same mistake all over again. You had her and you let this happen? You let her go? What a fucking loser you are.”
“For fucks sake!” Jungkook shouts through the top of his lungs before he catches himself. A deep breath and he lowers his voice. You’re in the bathroom. He can’t afford to let you overhear this conversation. “Give me a damn place, D. You know I’m not going to sit back. This is your last fucking chance or you’ll have to explain to you petty boyfriend why you ever had any contact with the person who kidnapped his beloved ex. It’d wreck him, wouldn’t it?”
A silence.
He knows he just hit a nerve. A deep insecurity instilled within Daebi.
“Wow!” She exclaims after a second. “That’s low even for you.”
“I don’t care about being low. I’d fucking do it.”
Daebi sighs heavily. Jungkook hears a low curse as well. Something suspiciously sounds like ‘son of a bitch’.
He doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets the work done, he’s fine.
“Fine.” At last she agrees, reluctantly. “This is the last time, Jeon. And give me some time. The bastard hasn't mentioned a thing about meeting (___) to us.” She refers to her friend.
Park fucking Jimin.
The devil who came to ruin it all for Jungkook. Not once but twice. He should’ve taken care of the sleazy thing a long ago.
Mistake number one.
Of course, he hasn't told Daebi anything. But Jungkook knows he told someone. He saw Jimin practically yelling through his phone last week. He told someone who’s not Daebi. Maybe, Hoseok?
Daebi shouldn’t trust them. People shouldn’t trust other people so much.
Not even the person who they love so much. Like how Hoseok shouldn’t trust Daebi either. Like how Jungkook shouldn’t have trusted you.
Mistake number two.
He knew he fucked up the moment he saw you with Jimin the day you went out for the first time. Just staring at each other. What a cruel destiny that the bastard has to be in the same place as you are on the same day?
Jungkook should’ve dragged you away despite all your protests after he caught you chitchatting with a stranger.
Mistake number three.
You’re his weakness after all. He can’t help but give the things you want.
Jungkook has wanted to storm toward you and kill Jimin right then and there. He was milliseconds away from doing it. But then you’ve asked him to trust you. And he had become the idiot who thought he might give it a try. Trusting. He had wanted to know what you’d do.
Would you choose him?
Would you choose to stay?
So he had turned a blind eye. Had pretend that he didn’t notice a thing. Ever since that day, he’s been watching you like a hawk. You every moment. Anticipating.
Daebi is so right to say that it’s Jungkook’s fault. Even at this moment he can easily stop you from leaving the apartment once again. Cancel the date and keep you all to himself. Easy.
The thing is, however, after the stunt you pulled, you deserve a good lesson. So does Park Jimin. Jungkook has to make sure this never happens again. Hence his reasons to go along with your stupid plan—whatever it is— like an idiot.
It’ll pay off. He knows it will.
“Good. You have an hour.”
With that Jungkook hangs up.
You’ve always meant to be his. His and his only. Nothing is going to change that.
You will never escape him.
He will always find a way.
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Bound by Fate, Chosen by Love || Jungkook x Reader I Werwolf x Witch |Supernatural au || @sweetvoidstuff
Summary : A witch bound by duty. A werewolf bound by instinct. When fate intertwines their paths, they must decide if love is worth defying expectations. Hunters threaten their people, forcing them to fight side by side. As tensions rise, so does the pull between them—soft moments turning into something far more intense. A quiet invitation, a lingering touch, a whispered question that changes everything. In the end, choice matters more than destiny. But with danger still lurking, will they have the chance to choose each other?
A Black Eye & Two Kisses || biker!jungkook x reader | strangers to lovers || @igwb
Summary: you knew life wouldn’t be easy as a woman in a world built by men. you had grown up knowing that it was only a matter of time before you, too, would face that same brutal reality. even as you dreamed of something else—something as simple as independence—you understood how utopian that idea was for a woman in times like these. but who could have known that, sometimes, freedom could come from a man himself? a lost soul, like you, caught in the same struggle, trapped in his own way. a soul that, despite everything, might just understand your pain
Another Time || Jungkook x reader | soulmate au || @jkwrites-m
Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.
In love with love (with you) || Jungkook x reader | office!au | coworkers!au | frenemies to lovers | idiots to lovers | kind of childhood friends to lovers || @pantoneyoongi
Summary: you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.
Something about you || teacher!JK and researcher!OC | friends au | vacation au | semi slow burn a | romcom-ish vibe || @ahundredtimesover
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you.
A resumption of your friend group’s out-of-town trips has caused you to spend more time with him. And somewhere in between the morning coffee in the forest, running around in the snow, and watching the sunset on a boat, he’s become something more. And you’re not quite sure how to deal with it.
One-shot...
Bridges we almost burned || jungkook x reader || @kooffeecup
Summary: when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.
The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection Program || sunshine bf x grumpy gf | office worker! reader x veterinary student! jungkook || @jincapableoflove
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has always been the sunshine in every room; warm, kind, and completely oblivious to danger. Luckily, you, his grumpy, overprotective girlfriend have made it your personal mission to keep him safe. But when the threat shifts to you instead, Jungkook proves that even sunshine can scorch—and for you, he’d burn.
Beneath His Love || Two-Shot | yandere!jungkook x reader || @ctrlsht
Summary: Jeon Jungkook was once just a foreign high school friend until he disappeared without a word after graduation. Years later, he came back, not just to reconnect, but to claim a place in your life as your lover. To everyone else, your relationship is something out of a fairytale, the kind others envy. And for a while, you believed it too until the mask he wore began to slip, revealing a side of him you never saw coming.
Married for 7 days. || bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader || @kooklovee
Summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
Higher power || brother's best friend jungkook x reader || @jiminrings
Summary: waiting for jungkook to love again doesn't guarantee you a permanent romantic spot in his life, even if you've been in love with him the longest.
alternatively, you promised yourself to keep confessing to jungkook, your brother's best friend, every year until you turn twenty-eight.
Somehow you || nerd!jungkook x reader || @timelessjk
Summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyone’s way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you weren’t looking for connection, and he wasn’t the kind to ask for it. but still… he did. and somehow, it worked.
heajix || alien!jungkook x reader || @httpjeon
Summary: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.
After the bell || illegal boxer Jeon Jungkook x Bookie F!reader || @jeonluvz
Summary: run the books in the backroom—dirty bets, dirty money, dirtier deals. On paper, everything looks clean. But anyone who matters knows better. They think you’re in it for the cash. Only Jungkook knows the truth: you’re not betting on the fight—you’re betting on him. You wear his old jacket like it means something, posted up ringside with that blank stare that makes men nervous. But when he wins, you slip through the back and let him have you however he wants. Because the real score? It ain’t the payout. It’s his name being attached to you.
That kiss || Two-Shot | bestfriend jungkook x reader || @aurora-writesjjk
Summary: two best friends fake-date for a wedding, but one unexpected kiss sparks real feelings, jealousy, and a confession that changes everything.
Black ribbon bride || Two-Shot | Mafia!jungkook x reader | Mafia AU | Dark Romance | Forced Marriage || @youthguk
Summary: “I want this one,”he said, eyes on you like a predator. A marriage sealed in diamonds and blood. You were supposed to hate him, but monsters don’t let go of the things they’ve claimed.
Love me, even if I don’t deserve it || fuckboy jungkook x reader || @dailynnt
Summary: He didn’t believe in love. You wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. But sex became a trap. Feelings a mistake. Jungkook thought he could keep you, even when he kept disappearing whenever he wanted. You stayed, until got tired of waiting. And when you left — he finally understood what losing truly means. He wants you back. Not just your body — your heart. This is a story about passion, pain, and a second chance…
Strawberry sunset || werewolf!jungkook x reader | harry potter au | best friends au || @sunflowercds
Summary: it’s seventh year. your last year at hogwarts! it’s the year for wrapping things up as you begin to make plans for the future… however, you find yourself doing the complete opposite, and your life begins to unravel before your very eyes. oh, how things take a turn for the worst.
alternative summary: tell me, do you believe in right person, wrong time?
Trophy boy || bestfriend!jungkook x reader || @dumpywrites
Summary: Beauty privilege exists, that's why you're selling your hot best friend.
Do you read bts yandere fics too? If you do, got any recs?
Yes, I do read yandere fics too, but mostly JK fics. I don’t have a ton of recommendations, but I’ll just drop all the ones from my likes list.
Lust by @umitae-blog1 | JK x reader | discontinued
Description: everybody has a lust for something. but his lust was beyond the ordinary one. his lust for you was out of this world. he only wanted you and in order to make you his, everything had to go his way.
This was written 7 years ago, but it's a top tier fr! Also, it's the first yandere fic I’ve read, as far as I remember. I didn’t even realize it fell into that genre until I discovered it. I’m still rereading it even now. It’s so iconic and golden that it hurts that the writer chose not to post Part 2. lol.
Drug Wars by @plumblackjeon | mafia!Jungkook x Reader | Series
Description: “She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”
Basically, it’s a story about mafia, drugs, and how Jungkook is completely obsessed with Y/N. This writer dropped some of the hardest fics ever and then just vanished. You check their page and it’s like “last active: XXX years ago” LMAO. I’m still rereading this also because the writing is chef’s kiss. I’ve also read all of the author’s works, and every single one is perfect. I love them so much!
All @darkestcorners works
Do I even gotta explain? She barely posts, but every single fic ate sooo bad. She’s literally my fave writer on here, like I’m obsessed fr. No one’s touching her cuz she is the standard lmao! You’ll see her works in every yandere rec list everrr. Even if she disappeared for 50 years, her legacy would still hit. That’s how iconic she is.
10 Seconds by @deepdarkdelights | JK x Reader | Series
It’s about Jungkook kidnapping Y/N and forcing her to marry him because it’s a family tradition. You’ll see this in every rec list bc it’s a bomb! Had me feeling every emotion like I was in the fic myself LMAO. And the writing?? Straight-up chef’s kiss. I’ve read all her works, and it’s all fire, but 10 series is my personal fav.
One Way Or Another by @explicit-tae | JK x Reader | Two-Shot
Description: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years.
I’ve read most of the writer’s work, but this story is my fav, or at least the one I always remember when I see her username. Her works are the best, and I remember her being one of the OG writers here.
Slave 19990319 by @explicit-tae | JK x reader | Series
Description: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another.
All @aajjks's works
I’ve read most of her works, and she still drops new ones from time to time. She’s super active, which honestly made her iconic. Not sure if she has proper navigation, but I remember struggling to find her masterlist before lmao.
Thank you, baby by @scribblemetae |JK x reader | Series (Not sure if it's complete or discontinued)
Description: Turns out the boy who's been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call.
I remember getting obsessed with this fic and the smut scenes are so well written, I choke every time, lmao.
Taking Over You by @go1denjeon | JK x Reader | Series
Description: desperate to pay off your student debts in order to graduate, you took up on the offer of your friend to become her aunt’s personal assistant over summer break but you gained more than what you bargained for when the past that you had thought you escaped from suddenly showed up and haunted you in ways worse than he ever did before.
Every Breath You Take by @junqkook | JK x Reader | Series
Description: Everything was going great when you first met Jeon Jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs, but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.
Bunny Cam @roses-ruby | JK x Reader | I don't remember if it's a series or one-shot
Description: He watches when you sleep, he knows if you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be bad only if you dare.
illicit photography @jkeuphoriadreamland | JK x reader | Series
Description: You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.
Otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday | JM x reader | Series
Description: when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.
A Thriller Film by @taechaos | JK x reader | I don't remember if it's a series or one-shot
Description: Jungkook's life is his movies, but people don't know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you.
Some of non-yandere fics I recommend that I reread all the time lmao
Angel In Darkness by @icyhobi | Series
Descrption: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
long way home by @sparklingchim | Series
Description: the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.
Teacher's pet by @axigailxo | Series
Description: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what’s the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.
