QUARTER PAST FOUR
â˛ď¸ Summary: You havenât seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more â and he vanished. But tonight, while youâre trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub⌠you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now heâs back. And youâre about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.
ď¸â˛ď¸ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N
â˛ď¸ Age restrictions: 18+
â˛ď¸ Size: mini series (12 500+ words)
â˛ď¸ Chapters: #01 | #02 | #03 | #04 | #05
â˛ď¸ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you canât resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what heâs doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasnât)
â˛ď¸ From author: Note at the end of the storyđđť Once again, I couldn't keep it short đ¤
â˛ď¸ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul đŤ đĽ°đ
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â˛ď¸ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If youâre sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment â please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 𼺠Thank you for your understanding đââď¸
The nightclub pulsated with lights and rhythm. Any heavy thoughts dissolved in the bass vibrations in your chest. Alcohol, human bodies, smoke, and lightâeverything merged into one endless night. You sat on the sofa with your colleagues â after a stressful week, it was a well-deserved rest. Instead of the usual trip to a restaurant with grilled beef and soju, one of your colleagues, Inha, suggested going to a club, and everyone agreed that it was a good idea.
Your glass was not yet empty, and the smile you gave the guy next to you seemed sincere. He was new to the department, handsome, and easy to talk to. His hand accidentally touched your shoulder, his jokes made you laugh, and you felt the attention you had been missing for so long.
Each cocktail seemed to relieve the tension from your shoulders. The image of one man who had been haunting you for a long time was fading. His features were blurring, disappearing somewhere in the fog of the night lights.
And now all you saw was Donmin. His attentive gaze. His closeness. His desire, which was evident in his every movement.
You hadn't had sex in over two months. Not since Jungkook disappeared. The thought of giving yourself to someone else finally stopped seeming impossible. It lit up in your head like a green light, alarming and seductive.
The evening continued. For the first time in a long time, your mood was genuinely positive. Four cocktails brought a sense of lightness and carefreeness. And when Donmin sat closer, touching your thighs with his, you did not pull away.
"Are you sure you can handle another one?" His voice was soft, his gaze playful. You clamped the straw between your lips and sipped the liquid, feeling the bitter taste of the cocktail on your tongue.
"I'm much tougher than you think," you smiled. You weren't trying to be seductive. But it came naturally. His gaze lingered on your lips, then slowly rose to your eyes. Donmin leaned closer, his hot breath touching your ear.
"I want to kiss you," he whispered.
But his words were like background noise mixed with loud bass. Your eyes met a gaze you didn't expect to see. Eyes you swore you would never look for again. And yet... they were looking at you.
A few tables ahead of yours, you saw Jungkook. He was watching you intently â and you didn't know how long he had been staring. But when your eyes met his, a cheeky, familiar smile slowly appeared on his lips, sending a wave of heat through your body.
Jungkook. The man who caused you emotional pain. The man you fell in love with, even though you had no right to.
You knew what he was like â not someone who would offer a serious relationship, not someone with whom you would have a happy marriage. But there was something magnetic about him. Something that made every cell in your body burn with endless fire.
You turned away.
You took a sip of your cocktail, trying to hide behind your glass. You turned away so you wouldn't see him anymore â not his eyes, not his smile.
But your heart was already pounding like crazy.
And Donmin noticed.
"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer.
"Yes," you replied, forcing a smile. But inside, your insides felt like they were being beaten with a spoon.
Donmin looked awkward because he had confessed that he wanted to kiss you. But you didn't notice that; you were trying to control the wave of emotions inside you. He thought you had taken his confession too seriously.
"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry if I was pushy..." he said guiltily. You looked up at him and tried to understand what he meant for a few seconds, and when you understood, you decided to smooth things over.
"It's okay, I like you too, but I don't want to rush things," you said kindly. He nodded in agreement, relieved, and continued talking to you.
The other colleagues who came with you to the club returned to the table after dancing. You tried to hold back, but the thought of Jungkook being there, and so close, made you feel noticeably nervous.
You accidentally glanced in his direction while watching a colleague tell a story and saw Jongkook's face again. He was still sitting at that table in the company of men. You saw his profile, the line of his jaw that you had studied so well with your lips. He was turned toward his friend and laughing. You saw his nose wrinkle and his double piercing glint in the neon light. His satisfied smile made your heart ache. Jungkook was indecently attractive, and you didn't know how he could be even more attractive to you, considering the fact that he had disappeared without any explanation.
You met him a little over four months ago.
It was your colleague's friend's party in honor of her thirtieth birthday. You didn't expect anything special from that day â just another birthday, another evening in the company of friends and strangers. Sajin invited you to a restaurant and said she would introduce you to some guy named Jungkook, her boyfriend's friend. She said you would like him when she heard about your passion for tattoos.
You went to that party without any hope of meeting anyone, you even forgot that your friend had reminded you several times that he would be there too.
You were terribly late to the restaurant because you had a problem with the dress you had to buy at the last minute. You arrived by taxi. Thanking the driver on the way, you quickly got out of the car, holding a lush bouquet of flowers and a large gift package in your hands.
The heels on your shoes didn't hold you properly because you were in a hurry, and you stumbled several times.
Looking to make sure you didn't catch your skirt, you didn't see where you were going and almost ran into a man in front of the restaurant entrance.
He held you with his hands so you wouldn't fall.
"Hey, be careful," you heard his voice. You didn't look up, walking away while still feeling his hands on your forearms. You bowed quickly several times, apologizing.
But when you looked up and saw him, your heart skipped a beat.
The first thing you saw were his eyes.
Dark, heavy, with a gaze that seemed to read you instantly. And then â the tattoo. It started at his fingers, ran up his entire right arm and disappeared somewhere under the edge of his T-shirt, peeking out from behind his collar and touching his collarbone.
The design was colorful, graphic, with thick lines. His lips were adorned with a double piercing.
The metal rings glistened in the light of the sun. And, damn it, it looked... damn attractive.
His hair was dark, parted in the middle, with a falling fringe.
A black T-shirt hugged his body, emphasizing his muscles. And on his hips were classic black pants. He was dressed stylishly, but his image was completely rebellious.
You stared at him for too long and only came to your senses when he smiled playfully.
"The party hasn't started yet, you're just in time," he said, looking you up and down. And the way he did it so brazenly and slowly made you feel like you'd been electrocuted.
Your heart sank. Your breath caught in your throat. You nodded with a slight smile, hiding your nervousness behind restraint.
"Thank you," you said, walking past the guy and hurrying to the restaurant. Not seeing him turn around, take out a cigarette, and keep his eyes on your figure.
Later, Sajin introduced you officially.
"This is Jungkook," she said. "He's my Jimin's best friend. They grew up together," and then you realized that this was the same guy your friend had wanted to introduce you to for so long.
"Nice to meet you," you replied, but he didn't shake your hand.
He lingered his eyes on your lips and said,
"Nice to meet you too," he smiled as if he had already decided he wanted you. You had a short conversation in front of Sajin, and as he was leaving, he said, "See you later."
You had a good time, and constantly keeping your eye on Jungkook. His gaze constantly met yours, and you couldn't help but notice the spark that ignited between you instantly. Jungkook was with his friends for a while, but when your eyes lingered longer, he decided to approach you.
You talked, he asked you a lot of questions, and you willingly answered. And when you tried to ask him something about himself, he skillfully avoided the questions, distracting you with casual touches, questions about your jewelry or dress.
Towards the end of the party, you became even closer to Jungkook. You remember wanting to dance, so you went to the dance floor. You asked him to dance with you, but he remained standing by the table where you were drinking champagne. You moved with a feeling of freedom and lightness, and suddenly felt him standing behind you. His palm touched your thigh. You turned around to meet his playful eyes. You smiled seductively, touching his crotch with your buttocks.
He endured only a few movements, then leaned over and whispered in your ear:
"You shouldn't tease me with your sweet buttocks, otherwise I can't be held responsible for my actions."
His breath and low voice in your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, awakening your desire.
You continued to rub against his crotch, pressing so that there was not even a millimeter between you. Your back touched his chest, and his palms rested on your thighs, as if that was the place they were meant to be.
"Am I really teasing you?" you asked innocently. Jungkook squeezed your thighs with his fingers, and you could clearly feel his cock getting hard. He turned your face, moving in time with you and the music. The people around you seemed not to notice you, just as you did not notice them. Jongkook stared at your lips, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.
"You've teased me and you must be punished for it," he said. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile, and the next moment his lips were already on yours. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours. He was persistent, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. You felt yourself getting wet. His cock was pressing against your buttocks, and all you wanted was for Jungkook to fuck you.
You weren't a fan of sex on the first date or with a stranger, but Jungkook completely changed your views. He broke away from your lips, still holding you close. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, seeing only complete desire and your consent. He took your hand and silently led you to the bathroom.
He fucked you right on the table by the sink. Jungkook was dominant but attentive to every part of your body. He touched you, bringing you to blissful pleasure like no one else before him. He did everything to make sure you got the most pleasure, and his dirty talk during sex enhanced the effect of his actions. That evening, you had the best orgasms of your life and were glad you let it happen.
He smiled at you in the mirror after he came on you, his forehead covered in sweat. You quickly cleaned yourselves up and returned to the hall unnoticed.
In the early morning, he drove you home in his car. The black Genesis GV80 matched his image, and he looked so natural behind the wheel of this car.
As you said goodbye, Jungkook kissed you and you exchanged numbers.
And you remember that you didn't expect a message or a call from him. You thought Jungkook looked like the type who had casual relationships. But when he came to your house the next evening, you definitely didn't expect it, and you were pleasantly surprised that he actually remembered where you lived. But he remembered.
And since then, he started coming over. Late. No calls, no warnings. He just showed up â sometimes at night, sometimes in the early morning. You got used to waiting for him, and he came. At first, it was less often, but then more and more often. Each of your meetings began with a glance, a casual conversation. And ended with sex.
It wasn't love. You weren't a couple. You just became friends with benefits, with crazy sex that was like a drug for both of you. Your meetings continued for several months until Jungkook disappeared.
You turned your head away so he wouldn't notice your gaze. It was getting harder and harder to be in that club.
You warned that you were going to the bathroom when your bladder was overflowing. You got up, leaving your glass on the table, and headed for the hallway. People were crowded around the entrance to the restroom â some were smoking, some were kissing, laughing, holding hands. The space was stuffy and filled with the scents of perfume, smoke, and alcohol.
You went into the women's restroom. You closed the door. You just sat down, sighed, and closed your eyes for a few seconds.
It was supposed to be a normal evening. It was supposed to be a step forward. But everything was pulling you back again.
When you came out, your thoughts had calmed down a little. Until the moment when you were almost back at the entrance to the hall â you bumped into him.
Jungkook was standing right in front of you.
As always, he was calm, confident, almost defiantly relaxed.
You took a step to the side, trying to walk past him, but he took a step with you, blocking your way. You tried again to walk past him, but at that moment, his hand rested on your waist. You felt yourself being pressed against the cold wall.
"Did you really want to walk past without even saying hello?" he asked quietly but defiantly. Your jaw tensed.
"Does someone who ran away as soon as they heard a confession of love need a greeting?" you replied sarcastically.
He smiled.
He slowly ran his fingers down your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Have you fallen out of love with me so quickly that you don't even want to say 'hello'?"
You were angry that he had the audacity to mention your feelings for him.
"Go to hell," you said clearly, clenching your teeth. He grimaced as if he had heard something really unpleasant, but with a playful note.
"You shouldn't be mad at me," his smile didn't fade. "We agreed it was just sex. I didn't know you would take it so seriously."
You raised your eyebrows, and the memory of night when you see him at the last time flashed unpleasantly through your mind.
You were in your bathroom. It was almost 5 a.m., and Jungkook often came at 4:15 a.m. Lately, he had been coming at exactly that time. When you asked him why he came at that time almost every morning, you only got a long, greedy kiss and the words, "I missed my favorite pussy."
You wanted to hear that he missed you, not the opportunity to fuck you.
Jungkook also often came home with scratches, which you carefully treated. Your intuition screamed that he was involved in something... dark. But you kept quiet and didn't ask any more questions. Because you saw how he avoided them, and you wanted him. Only him.
You began to feel that sex alone was no longer enough for you. You wanted this man not only at night, you wanted him to be with you during the day as well. The way he treated you, being attentive and caring after sex, created the illusion of mutual feelings that seemed to offer hope. But as it turned out, Jungkook had a completely different perception of your relationship.
He was deep inside you. You sat on top of him, pressed tightly against his body under the citrus-scented water. Foam covered your hands, and warm water spilled out every time he moved sharply inside you, trying to go deeper, stimulating your G-spot with his large, thick cock.
You merged in another passionate kiss, which was never enough. Jungkook fucked you, enjoying the tightness of your pussy.
You broke the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, moaning with pleasure. He kissed your neck, moving inside you, and you whispered:
"Kook..." He didn't answer, just continued kissing and fucking you. "I feel so good... I feel so good with you..." you said between moans. Hearing your words, Jongkook looked up at you and quickened his movements. You, in turn, moved to meet his hips.
You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with burning eyes.
"Maybe we should see each other more often... Not just at night?" you asked, pausing for a moment. Jungkook also froze at your question, then thrust into you as deeply as possible, knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Are you really so greedy for my cock that you want to see me more often?" he smiled playfully. But there was no lightness in his gaze. You remembered how to breathe, feeling blissful pleasure between your legs.
"No... It's just... I think we could spend more time together," you tried to catch your breath while Jungkook rhythmically fucked you, while you wanted to say important things. He looked at you without taking his eyes off you. "I want to be closer to you..." you gathered your courage and said, "You... are constantly on my mind, and I feel like I feel something more than just physical attraction to you."
Jungkook stopped, and you felt something stir in your lower abdomen. His face was serious, but when he spoke, his voice sounded mocking:
"Are you in love with me?"
You didn't expect him to ask that question directly. And you weren't ready to say it right now, but what you felt for Jungkook was love. It was clear from the way he never left your thoughts, from the way you liked absolutely everything about him: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline, every mole, the one under his lip and the one on his neck specifically, his voice, his soft hair, his tattoos, his piercings, his body, his fingers, his laugh, his humor, his way of thinking. There was nothing you didn't like about him.
"What will you do if it's true?" you asked. Jungkook raised one eyebrow, and you could clearly see the smirk on his face and that he wasn't being serious. He suddenly grabbed your waist with one hand and held your butt under the water with the other. You found yourself a few inches from his lips:
"Stop it," he interrupted coldly. "What people call 'love' will never be between us," he said seriously, and those words cut you like a knife. You wanted to get off him, to escape from the bathtub. But he held you, forced you to stay, not letting you get off, moving even deeper â and your weakness won again.
When you woke up in the afternoon, he was no longer there. You waited until the next morning, but he didn't come. You waited for the next few days, a week, and not a word, not a message from him. He disappeared. He just disappeared without explanation.
So now, looking at him, you feel the unbearable pain you suffered when he left, breaking your heart. For the first time, you sincerely wanted to slap someone.
"I don't want to know you, take your hands off me," you said, trying to break free from his grip, but without success. His body is too strong against yours.
He leaned closer, touched your temple with his nose, slid to your ear, and whispered:
"I don't believe you didn't miss me. Because I missed you. A lot."
You could barely contain yourself, your heart was pounding, and those damn butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. But you couldn't give in to him just because he said he missed you. If he really missed you, why didn't he come back sooner? Where had he been for the past two months? You raised your eyebrows even higher and said spitefully:
"I'm here with my colleague. I already have a partner. So I don't have time to miss you."
Jungkook's face tensed, but he smiled again.
"Is that the clown who was sitting next to you? All you did was laugh at him. He really does look like a joke."
You smiled too, realizing that you had hit him hard.
"Clown or no, he has every chance of fucking me tonight," you said cheekily. "And with you... it's over. So stop holding me back. Let go!" you said colorlessly.
The muscles in Jungkook's jaw twitched. He nervously touched the tip of his piercing with his tongue.
"You know," he leaned toward your lips, his voice becoming hoarse, "that no one fucks your pussy better than me."
Your pulse pounded in your temples. Your pupils dilated. You held your breath. And at that moment, his lips fell on yours â greedily, deeply, with all the passion that still lived between you.
At first you tried to pull away, but you gave up. His hands slid down to your buttocks, one sliding up your thigh to where the incision was. His palm touched your buttock and squeezed it hard. You felt yourself getting wet â just from that kiss. When he pulled away, you were both breathing heavily.
"I want you. Right now..." Jungkook whispered lowly, touching your forehead with his.
"No. I can't⌠I'm with my colleagues... I'm already long time to gone. They'll be looking for me..." you said, trying to stop it from happening. Even though it was what you had wanted so badly for the past few damn months. Jongkook just smiled, not taking your lame excuses seriously. His thumb touched your lips, pressing them gently.
"The parking lot. In ten minutes. I'll be waiting," he leaned down, bit your lower lip, and left.
You stood there, confused and excited. You couldn't gather your thoughts after everything that had happened. You tried to calm down. You adjusted your skirt. You took a deep breath. And you walked back to the table. You returned to your colleagues with a forced smile, trying to appear calm, but everything inside you was trembling. Your body was pulsing. Your legs felt like cotton. And in your head... there was only him.
You sat down next to Donmin, mechanically picked up your cocktail and took a few sips without hearing a word. In your imagination, Jungkook's gaze, his hands, his lips on yours were still burning.
Your body had already made its choice â it wanted him. So much so that it seemed you would go mad if you didn't feel him again.
But your mind was on fire. You needed to restrain yourself and not go to him. If you didn't go now, you might save yourself from further pain, which was only just beginning to subside. Perhaps if you don't go, you will finally become stronger and show Jungkook that he has no power over you. However, it was enough to remember his voice for a moment and how he said he wanted you to realize that you had lost this battle with yourself. Once again.
"I'm sorry... I... I need to make a call, it's very urgent..." you muttered, leaning toward Donmin, feigning shy guilt.
"It's okay. Don't rush," he smiled, completely unaware of what you were about to do.
Your feet carried you across the hall, through the neon lights, through the music that no longer mattered. You stepped outside. The cool air hit your face. You held your breath.
"I'm crazy," you said to yourself and moved on.
The parking lot was dimly lit. Cars were parked in rows. Jungkook was standing there leaning against the hood of his black Genesis, smoking. The closer you got, the faster your heart beat, but your need for this man was stronger than any emotion or fear inside you.
Jungkook was wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that exposed his tattoos. His piercing glinted in the light of the streetlamp when he turned his head. Jungkook threw away his cigarette butt when he noticed you.
The look he gave you...
If looks could undress, you would already be naked.
"You came," he said with a smile, as if it couldn't be any other way.
You were silent. You just stood a few steps away from him. And he approached you. Closer.
His fingers touched your cheek, lightly, barely... and you felt that hot wave inside you start to burn again.
Jungkook kissed you, turning you toward the car and pressing you against it. Itâs felt like fireworks inside you. Jungkook kissed you desperately, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
You clenched your fingers into his shirt at the back, moving your lips and tongue against his with no less passion. The desire that had been building up for two months burst out. And no one could stop you anymore.
When you found yourselves in the back seat of the car, he pulled you toward him, and you ended up on his lap. His lips pressed against yours again â hot, greedy. His hands tugged at your blouse, and you were already unbuttoning his belt.
Your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding as if it were about to burst out of your chest. You felt his fingers find you under your skirt, sliding suddenly to the wet center of your desire.
"You're already wet... for me, aren't you?" he whispered, squeezing your thigh.
You moaned as his movements on your clitoris became more intense. Jungkook watched your face with great pleasure, smearing the wetness between your folds, bringing you closer to orgasm.
You sating on him, face to face, and you could feel how aroused he was. His cock pressed right into your center, making you want more.
"I missed this pussy so much..." he whispered, pulling you close to him, his voice rough with desire. Leaving your pussy, his hands remove your blouse and he brazenly pushes your bra up to see your breasts. His fingers â confident, slightly rough, with scars on his knuckles â squeeze your nipples, playing with them while he kisses you.
Your moans merge with his breathing as Jungkook's tongue penetrates your mouth. He tastes you greedily, and your head is already spinning with pleasure, with Jungkook and the sensations he evokes in you.
Jungkook's lips slide down to your neck, biting your skin, leaving marks like seals of his right to you. You move your hips, making his cock harder. Jungkook squeezes your breasts with his palms and kisses them. His tongue sucks on your nipple. You watch Jungkook suck your nipple, running your fingers through his hair.
He with big pleasure your breasts while pressing your buttocks with his other hand, forcing you to rub against his cock. You hear his low growl, which sends shivers down your spine, and inside, everything tightens into a tight ball of anticipation.
"Take it off," he whispers, helping you slip off your skirt. You rise for a moment to pull down your panties â they're wet, just like you are.
He unzips his jeans, frees himself, and your eyes involuntarily drop â he is hard, ready, his tip glistening with excitement.
Jungkook grabs your waist and forces you onto him. You gasp, near his ear, holding your breath, feeling the pain. But the feeling of being filled with his cock is what you love most.
"Fuck..." he moaned, plunging into you all the way. A soft whimper escaped your lips , overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that engulfs you.
Jungkook begins to move his hips, and you instantly feel pleasure. He picks up the pace, and you cannot hold back the moans that accompany every movement of your bodies. Jungkook kisses you deeply, sweetly. He parts your lips and smiles. You move your hips to meet his, feeling every inch of his cock inside you.
"Yes, yes... just like that..." you whisper, squeezing his shoulders, giving in to the rhythm that turns you into pure desire. Your body is on fire, his touch is like fire.
"Itâs good to you, baby?" Jungkook asks you with a cheeky smile on his lips, not stopping for a second.
"Yes," you say as you exhale.
"Hmm..." he grunts, "Yeah... itâs right no one fucks this pussy better than me."
Jungkook pressed you even tighter, as if wanting to convey all the power of his desire to you. His hands squeezed your buttocks harder. You felt your pulse beating in your temples, and every touch ignited you from within to an incredible heat.
Jungkook rose a little higher to increase the depth of penetration, and you felt a wave of even greater pleasure wash over your entire body. His movements became faster and more decisive, as if he wanted to drown himself in all this long-awaited pain and desire. Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed even the night could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the strength and tension of his muscles under your fingers.
You felt him harden inside you, and your walls felt the approach of pleasure, but Jungkook stopped. You opened your eyes to meet his full, hungry gaze. Your body begged for more.
"I want you from behind," his voice was low, slightly breathless. He lifted you up and you climbed off his lap. You turned around, kneeling with your back to him. Jungkook positioned himself behind you and his hands instantly slid around your waist, gently but firmly. His breathâburning, hotâtouched your back. He made a trail of kisses along your spine.
Jungkook straightened up and, placing the head of his cock at your entrance, entered you again with one sharp thrust. You heard him moan. And it was so sexy.
"Yes. That's how you look perfect. My obedient girl..." He covered you with his body, touched your shoulder blade with his lips and whispered, "Hold on. Because I won't spare you," said Jungkook, finding your clitoris with his fingers. He smeared your wetness, stimulating you.
You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a moan, but the rhythm of his fingers and thrusts quickly made you let go of all restraint. His movements were somewhat rough but precise â he knew how to hit every sensitive spot inside you.
His lips touched your ear and you felt his heavy breathing, which made you even more desperate.
"You're so quiet today," Jungkook remarked, "I want to hear you, don't hold back your moans for me, baby. Scream," he commanded.
You obeyed him and no longer held back your voice, and your moans echoed loudly, filling the entire space between you.
Jungkook sped up, going wild, merging with you into a single body burning with passion. You felt the wave of orgasm already at the threshold, but he suddenly stopped again.
"It's not time yet," he said in a low voice. "I want you longer..." He turned you back around abruptly, lifted you onto his lap again, pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you so that you felt like you were floating in the endless ocean of his passion.
He turned you around and sat you on his cock. You felt it slide inside you. Jungkook's hands squeezed your breasts, and his lips kissed your neck. You grabbed the driver's seat for some support. His hands slid down to your hips, and he began to fuck you frantically.
Jungkook moved with such fury and power that you had no chance of forgetting reality. Each thrust was deep and penetrating, making your body tremble with excitement and pain at the same time, mixing sweet pleasure and sharp passion. You felt every cell, every nerve enveloped in a burning fire that grew stronger with each of his movements.
He possessed you, knew your every secret desire and subtly manipulated them. His fingers slid to your clitoris, stimulating you further, and his lips left hot marks on your neck and shoulders, like a brand confirming that you belonged only to him.
You swear that no one could fuck you better than him, and that made you happy and annoyed at the same time.
But you couldn't think about the messed-up relationship between you; all you could think and feel was the approaching wave of pleasure.
Jungkook squeezed your thighs, lifting you up and lowering you back down with incredible force. You felt every movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
The explosion of orgasm overwhelmed you like a storm, you clenched your fingers on the seat you were holding onto, surrendering to every wave of pleasure, and he didn't stop, putting all his strength and desire into every movement. You felt him accelerating to his peak, his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wanted to remembered that moment forever.
"I'm... going to..." he muttered, and at that moment you felt Jungkook spill inside you. His cock twitched, releasing his semen. Jungkook pressed his forehead against your back, and soon you both froze.
Your breathing was heavy. You sat on his cock for a while, recovering from your orgasm. And when you finally came to your senses, you moved. Jungkook straightened up behind you too. You felt him caressing your thighs, as if to calm you, and then one of his hands reached for your chin and he turned you toward him.
Jungkook's lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth unhindered, completely taking possession of yours. You kissed, putting an end to today's moment of passion. When he separated your lips, you clearly understood what had happened, and the awkwardness of the moment began to weigh on you.
You turned away and climbed off his lap, sitting down next to him. You silently began to get dressed, feeling Jungkook's gaze on you. He sat with his legs spread, naked. His cock glistened with your juices and his cum.
"Are you just going to leave silently?" Jungkook broke the silence. You felt a twinge inside from his rough, low voice, the one you loved to hear more than anything else in the world.
"What am I supposed to say?" you asked, pulling your skirt over your hips. Jungkook leaned toward your face, his lips almost touching yours. You stared at his lips, frozen.
"I don't know. Something like you've been waiting for your best orgasm for months and it finally happened," you raised your eyebrows. You forgot how rough and harsh he was in his words. "Or that you missed me and still love me..."
Jungkook seemed to be mocking you. And you couldn't let him enjoy the fact that you were suffering from unrequited love for him.
"All I can tell you now is that it was the last time. My parting gift to you," you smiled confidently and slowly, seeing his confusion, which he tried so hard to hide. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, and you put on your blouse and started buttoning it up. Your fingers were shaking, and you wanted to leave his car as quickly as possible.
"In what sense parting gift?" Jungkook asked, and you felt the tension in his voice.
"Literally. I don't want to see you anymore," you turned to him, trying not to look down. "I've been through it all. And I don't need your attention anymore. I'll find another man who will love me, not just want to fuck me," you got fully dressed, ready to go.
"Really?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow mockingly. "Is your clown first in line for that role?"
You gave him a cold look, then moved toward the door. You knew it wasn't locked, and that made you happy.
"All the best," you said, opening the car door and stepping out into the cool night, feeling Jungkook on every inch of your body.
You returned to your colleagues and spent the rest of the night in their company. Your mind was far away from them and their conversations. Your thoughts kept returning to Jungkook and the sex you had in his car. You don't really regret what happened. You want to put an end to your strange relationship with him, which in essence was not a relationship at all. However, you are almost powerless when he is around.
If it didn't hurt so much, you would forget Jungkook and find a man worthy of you who would want you not only at night, but also during the day. Jungkook is not a guy for a serious relationship, and you made a mistake falling in love with him.
Donmin, who never left your side, seemed like a really nice guy. So you let him sit closer, touch you, but his touch didn't spark anything. It wasn't like with Jungkook, who made your skin tingle from the very first touch. You sat next to him, barely listening to him, feeling Jungkook's semen dripping onto your underwear.
And again, the image of the one you wanted to erase is in your head. His eyes. His breath. His cock inside you. His voice...
"You know that no one fucks your pussy better than me..." These words cut deep, yet they also aroused you. You want he gone... You closed your eyes. You decided that this was the end. That this was the final nail in the coffin. A parting gift. But your body... it was as if it still belonged to him.
But the way he treated you led to a sober realization: he disappeared without explanation, and that says a lot. You didn't know where he had been all this time, what he had been doing, or with who he was. So how could you let someone back in who had already broken you with his silence?
Forget him. Erase him. It's over. But something else echoes in your head: No one can replace him. His warmth. His voice. His body. The way he looked at you after...
You squeezed your legs tighter. Feeling how the wetness still reminded you of him. Of him inside you. And you knew â love doesn't disappear so quickly.
It just hides under anger. Under pain. Under feigned indifference.
But now... Now you didn't want to play this war with yourself anymore.
"If only my eyes hadn't seen..." you thought. Because then, maybe your heart would have forgotten. But the truth was different. It was love. Painful, wrong, not the kind that brought pleasant feelings, but the kind that left deep wounds that hurt.
In the early morning, you let Donmin walk you home. He was kind, attentive, gentle. He said something â you nodded. But you hardly heard him.
When you stopped in front of the house, Donmin hugged you goodbye, saying he would see you at work. You hugged him back and said that if he wanted to, he could call. That was your way of hinting that you were open to developing your relationship. Donmin was more than happy and asked if he could call later that day to see how you were feeling, and you nodded, saying you would eagerly await to it. He nodded and left.
You went into the house. You took off your shoes, threw your purse on the nightstand, and removed your earrings. Your fingers touched the collar of your blouse, and the fatigue slipped from your shoulders. You began to undress. Everything in you wanted to be cleansedâyour soul and your body. You headed toward the bathroom. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest. Donmin was a chance to start a new, healthy relationship, but somewhere deep inside, you weren't ready for it.
You touched the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor and you were left in your underwear. You picked up the skirt, clutching it in your hands. The memory of how Jungkook had lifted it up on you today made you feel a wave of excitement and sadness. You involuntarily glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was 4:14. Before your eyes, the minute changed and now the clock showed 4:15. Your heart quickened. This was the same time that Jungkook often came to see you. Almost every morning at 4:15, he was at your door, and you waited for him. You let him in, feeling your feelings grow with each passing day. And when he was last at your place at this time and you confessed your feelings to him, he never came back at that time again.
The sound of the doorbell broke the silence and knocked all thoughts out of your head.
No.
It couldn't be him. But who could be coming to see you at this hour?
You threw on your robe and approached the door. You didn't want to look through the peephole. You didn't want to be disappointed if it wasn't him, or, on the contrary, to see him there and be afraid to open the door. You grabbed the handle. The coolness of the metal brought you back to reality. You pressed the button and opened the door.
Jungkook was standing on your doorstep. He was dressed the same as when you saw him today. He slowly raised his head when you opened the door and your eyes met. It was a moment that seemed so familiar, but it was not the same as before. Because now you weren't waiting for him to spend another night with him. You didn't expect to see him again, but he came as before. At the same time.
"What are you doing here?" escaped from your lips. Your voice was neither joyful nor sad. It sounded dry, a little harsh. Jungkook was silent for a moment, then took a step toward you. You instinctively took a step back.
"What you said in the car? Is that really what you want?" He stood over you, staring into your eyes. "You don't want to see me anymore?"
Your palms were sweaty. Your heart, which was already beating wildly in your chest, skipped a beat. He was here. Standing on your doorstep, asking if you really didn't want to see him. Had your words really hurt him?
"Yes," you said firmly, despite your condition. "I don't want to see you anymore." Jungkook didn't answer again, just looked at you as if you hadn't said anything and he was still waiting for your answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and said:
"You think you can disappear without warning. Not answering text messages or phone calls, knowing full well how I feel about you, and then showing up and thinking we'll continue as before?" You tried not to cry, even though the lump in your throat hurt. Jungkook laughed bitterly. He lowered his eyes for a moment, running his hand through his hair. You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears.
"Damn it... I really thought like that,"
You laughed sadly, almost mockingly.
"Then you're a complete asshole," you said, still smiling. Jungkook took half a step toward you, and you didn't back away. You're not sure if it was because you didn't want to or because you couldn't.
"I am an asshole," he agreed. His fingers touched your chin and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself tremble. His touch made you feel a wave of heat inside. He leaned a little closer, leaving a small distance between you. "I saw that clown walk you home. But apparently, he didn't get to fuck you tonight," Jungkook leaned even closer, touching your waist with his hand. "Is that because I already fucked you?"
Your eyes darted between his. You tried to find the right words, but his closeness made you forget how to think and speak.
"Get out" you whispered, closing your eyes because you couldn't bear his gaze. You felt his lips touch your cheek. He kissed you, moving his lips to your ear. You grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he stepped on you and in a moment you were pressed against the wall. The front door thundered, and you realize that he has closed it with his foot.
"You can't give yourself to anyone else because you only want me, right?" he whispers in your ear. His teeth bite your earlobe and you let out a trembling breath. "If to be honest, I wanted to rip this clown's arms off when he hugged you. Seeing another man touch you was unbearable for me," Jungkook moved closer to your face, "I never thought I was capable of jealousy,"
Jungkook pressed you closer, his thigh pressing against your pussy, and you felt yourself getting wet.
"Were you watching me? For how long?" you asked. Jungkook lowered his eyes to your lips, and you knew that if you didn't do something now, this morning would end like all the others. You would have sex again, and then he would just leave and come back when he wanted to. And then he would definitely see that you were powerless against him and couldn't fight him off.
"Long enough to see what made me feel this way. You even promised to eagerly await his call... Is your impatience the same when you wait for me when Iâm come inside you or a little less?"
Jungkook's hand slipped under your robe and found the edge of your panties. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't move it. He didn't force himself. But he didn't take it away either.
Your eyes met again. Your eyes were burning â not with desire, but with indignation. With pain. With disappointment. And for the first time, he didn't see the usual submission there.
"Don't you dare," you said, referring to his words and his hands reaching for you. He still had his hand on your underwear, but it seemed that for the first time he didn't have easy access to it. "I woke up every damn morning at a quarter past four, hoping you would show up. You made me go through hell. And I want to forget you..." you whispered your last words. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you closed your eyes to calm down. Jungkook put one hand on the wall opposite your face and slipped the one you were holding into your panties, even though you tried to stop him.
When his fingers touched your clitoris, you held your breath, and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, taking complete possession of you. His palm pushed aside the fabric of your lace thong and he skillfully spread the moisture between your folds, kissing you until you were dizzy, making you moan into his mouth.
You felt his cock harden and press against your thigh. Your heart pounded in your temples, your breathing broken into ragged gasps. His fingers spread your wetness so confidently, as if he didn't just know your body â as if it had belonged to him for years.
"Don't do this," you whispered through your breath. But he kissed you with the same obsessive confidence as always. And your fingers, which were supposed to push him away... treacherously dug into his shirt. His lips moved down â along your cheeks, chin, to your neck, leaving burning marks, while his fingers had already penetrated inside you. You squeezed his hand between your legs, trying to curb the sweet pain.
"Oh God..." you moaned as he slowly inserted one finger, then another. There was no haste in his touch â only determination. His breathing became heavier. And you knew â he was on the edge too.
"You lied. You want me. I want you. So why do we have to end this?" Jungkook asked, fingering you. His movements quickened, and you felt that you wanted more than just his fingers. But his words hurt you. He doesn't understand that this is no longer about sex and pleasure. You've fallen in love, and it's serious.
"Because I'll never be to you what you've become to me," you said, barely breathing. "I don't want to fall even more in love with you."
"Don't say that to me," he said harshly, and you opened your eyes. His fingers went deep inside you. Jungkook froze for a moment, then in one motion tore off your robe. It fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook just as abruptly pulled off your thong, and it got stuck on your hips.
He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them on your clitoris, and began to massage it. You squeezed his shoulders harder, still looking at him in fear. You realized that he was angry, and the painful movements on your clitoris confirmed it. You bit your lip to endure these movements. Jungkook almost touched your lips and said, stimulating you mercilessly.
"Don't tell me you love me anymore!" he said harshly. "I don't need your love! I only need your body..." His words echoed with a dull pain in your chest, and the movements of his fingers on your aroused center were more unpleasant than ever.
"Stop," you whimpered, trying to push him away. Instead of listening to you, he kissed you, greedily, deeply, so that your tongue was completely captured by his, so that your mouth was completely in his power. You put your hand on his to pull it away from your crotch, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. You felt his hard cock pressing against your bare pussy.
Jungkook stopped kissing you but did not move away from you. Your heavy breaths, full of passion and incomprehensible feelings, intertwined into one.
"I want you. I want you all the time, and it drives me crazy. I don't believe in this damn love because it doesn't exist," he almost growled into your lips, and each of his words echoed in you like a new painful scar. "As soon as I tell you who I am, your love will disappear. So don't say you love me," he snapped. The lump in your throat hurt again. You didn't understand anything he was saying, and what was most unpleasant was that you really loved him, but he didn't believe it. What's more, it made him angry.
"What nonsense is this?" you asked with a trembling voice. "What does that mean? Why will my love disappear if I find out who you are? Tell me, plea..." you wanted to finish, but he didn't let you. His lips on yours prevented you from doing so. He lowered your hands and found your breasts under your bra. He squeezed your breasts with the same anger, kissing you hard.
You felt him squeeze your breasts under your bra with such force that it almost made you moan, not from pleasure, but from pain. His lips moved against yours, pushing the words back into your throat. And you wanted to scream â not from physical pain, but from how he was breaking you inside again.
He picked you up by your buttocks and went to the bedroom, never stopping kissing you. You found yourself on the bed, and without saying another word, he removed your underwear, which was hanging on your hips. He took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He spread your legs, and you knew what he wanted to do.
"Kook... let's talk..." you begged, but he didn't hear you. His tongue pressed against your aroused center and you arched toward him, touching his silky hair with your hands. His tongue carried you to paradise, and his fingers, which cut through your delicate skin, forced you to remain in the reality you were in. Jungkook ran his tongue over your folds, making you tremble with every touch. He made a long, slow movement along your clitoris, making you moan. His tongue entered your pussy, and after a few seconds he returned to your folds.
"Fuck... you're so sweet, baby," he said in front of your pussy, which was completely open to him. He returned to licking you, and his hands found your breasts. He squeezed one of them, pressing his lips against it, sucking on your tender, swollen center.
You felt the orgasm rapidly approaching, and in a moment the knot in your lower abdomen untied and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Your clitoris twitched on Jungkook's tongue, and a cry mixed with a moan escaped your lips.
Jungkook only let you go when you stopped twitching, and your legs fell limply, opening you up completely to him.
You barely lifted your head to see Jungkook getting off the bed. His chin and lips glistened with your juices. He slowly licked his lips as he took off his jeans. His cock was erect, and it was clear from its bulge that he wanted to free himself from the tight clothing that was constricting him.
You were breathing heavily, unable to move. The pleasant sensation after orgasm was still rippling between your legs, and when you saw Jungkook completely naked, your mouth filled with saliva. You wanted to suck him off. But he didn't give you a single chance to do so.
Jungkook climbed onto the bed and crawled towards you. He grabbed your legs and raised it, placing his large, engorged cock at your entrance. You were very wet, and before entering, Jungkook smeared some of your wet with the head of his cock along your folds.
Finally, he pressed against your entrance and entered. To your surprise, it was slow, millimeter by millimeter, and you enjoyed it with almost no pain.
Jungkook took you under the knee, moving your leg away so that you were as open to him as possible. He leaned toward you when he was fully inside you and froze. You looked into his eyes and thought that these eyes were your favorite, but why did they seem so unfamiliar now?
"I love being inside you, baby," he said in a breathless voice. He moved his hips and you moaned softly.
Jungkook slowly withdrew from you almost to the very edge... and then entered you again, deeply, completely, to the last millimeter. His movements were slow, lingering, almost torturously sweet. You felt him stretching you from within, filling you completely, forcing your body to arch toward each new thrust.
His hand slid under your waist, lifting your pelvis slightly â just the way he knew you liked it. He adjusted the angle, and the next thrust made you moan louder. Deeply. Exactly. Right where it was most sensitive. His gaze never left yours â hot, hungry, a little angry.
"Damn, that's good," you said, unable to contain your delight. Jungkook smiled triumphantly without stopping his movements.
You clenched the sheet, feeling your whole body tense as another wave approached. His moans merged with yours as he entered you once again, all the way to the bottom. His fingers found your clitoris again and began to massage it as he moved inside you in a rhythm that erased your thoughts. Your hips rose to meet him, seeking more. His hips slammed against yours with a dull thud that sent shivers down your spine.
Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, leaving hot kisses and small marks, like marks of ownership.
He straightened up on his knees and pulled out of you, but you could still feel that he was inside you. He turned you onto your stomach, lifted your ass, and you braced yourself with your hands on the bed.
Jungkook took his time. He held you in front of him, your hips in his strong arms, admiring the curve of your back, the way your delicate buttocks trembled, raised and submissive. He stroked your buttocks with his thumbs, gently, almost caressingly. But there was strength in that tenderness â the kind that made you melt beneath him.
"You have no idea how much I want you..." he whispered hoarsely and leaned down to run his tongue along your spine â from your waist up. You shuddered at the combination of his hot breath and the slight moisture that remained on your skin. And then... he entered you again from behind â deep, sharp, forcing you to grab the blanket even tighter.
You moaned when you felt his movement â he entered you completely, and from this position the sensations were even more piercing. His hips confidently slammed into yours, and he held you by the waist, guiding, controlling, leading.
"You drive me crazy when you arch your back like that for me..." he said, quickening his pace. His voice was deep, almost animalistic. And you didn't just hear him â you felt him deep inside you. Every movement seemed perfectly precise.
His hand moved lower and found your clitoris again, while the other slid under you to pull you closer. You felt small in his arms, completely filled, and it... was bliss.
"Fuck. You're so perfect for me," he groaned. You felt that pleasant pleasure enveloping you between your legs again. Orgasm approached with every movement of his hips, and then the explosion and unearthly sensations made you moan very loudly. Jungkook felt your walls squeeze his cock and he tried to hold on. He stopped, enjoying how you squeezed him.
You were breathing quickly and deeply, thinking it was all over, but Jungkook was still hard inside you. He pulled out and you fell onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook moved to the head of the bed and gently pulled you toward him.
"Sit on me." His eyes were burning. He lay there with his erect cock demanding attention. You sat near on him, exhausted, unable to climb on top of him.
"Kook, I'm tired... maybe me just suck you off," you reached for his cock with your hands, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.
"I want to cum inside you. So get on top of me," he said and pulled you towards him, and you had no choice but to slowly climb on top of him with trembling legs and cheeks flushed with heat. Jungkook held your hips, helping you sit on him, and when you were fully seated, you both let out a sound of pleasure at the same time.
"Come on, baby. Now... you're in control," he said quietly, stroking your breasts and stomach. His fingers squeezed your nipples, and you began to move â slowly, feeling every moment. The control was in your hands, and you felt it â how you were regaining power over yourself... over him... at least for a moment.
His hands slid down your back, and his mouth left kisses on everything he could reach. Your movements became faster, and your body hotter. And when another wave of orgasm began to roll in, he pulled you close, squeezing your buttocks. He was deep inside you, and every inch of this union made you revel in the sensuality. His moans mingled with your breath as you quickened your pace, pressing your breasts against his chest, dissolving into him.
"Like that... yes..." Jungkook gasped, pressing his lips into your shoulder, running his fingers along your spine. He clutched you closer, frantically, as if with each thrust he wanted to keep you inside him forever.
You felt his hips pull up from below â he could no longer hold back. He began to move with you, and now you were flying â in a rhythm that was yours alone. A whisper of your name escaped his lips, and a few seconds later his whole body tensed, he froze... and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you as he came, deeply, powerfully, with a breath that burned your ear.
He hugged you tightly â very, truly â and pressed you to his chest, as if nothing else existed in the world at that moment. You were both breathing heavily, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.
For a long time, no one said anything. There was only silence â cozy, full, like after a storm.
You finally climbed off him and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted. Jungkook lay down next to you, breathing heavily. You felt his semen flowing out of you and thought about taking the anti-inflammatory pill you had forgotten to take yesterday.
You felt Jungkook move, and then in a moment he was pressed against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you again. So many times, more than ever before when you were together. You felt the pleasure that these lips kissing you now belonged to the person you loved, but there were many unresolved issues between you. And this sex just delayed the inevitable.
Jungkook pulled away, and you immediately got to the point:
"Tell me who you are. Why don't I really know anything about you except that you have one friend, Jimin?"
Jungkook raised his eyebrows when he heard your question. He moved away and then got out of bed. You sat up without covering yourself. Jungkook went over to his things and started getting dressed. You felt a wave of irritation wash over you. Your eyes watched the muscles move on his back. It seems like he wants to run away again without any explanation. You also got out of bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket.
When Jungkook wanted to put on his shirt, you pushed him and turned he to you.
"Tell me who the hell you are! And why should I fall out of love with you when I find out who you are!" You could no longer contain your anger. He still looked at you silently. Your anger excited him, but he didn't want to tell you who he was. That was the reason why he had disappeared for two months.
Jungkook was silent. His eyes slid over your face, as if trying to memorize every feature before doing something... irreversible. He stood in front of you â half-dressed, hot with passion, but there was something cold in his eyes. Determined. Painful.
"If you find out," he finally spoke, quietly but firmly, "you will fear me."
You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. Your throat was dry, but you forced yourself to look straight ahead and speak clearly:
"Just say it already," you didn't shout, but your voice was filled with rage born of pain.
He came close to you. You raised your head so as not to take your eyes off his dark eyes.
"I'll tell you, and then we definitely won't be able to see each other. So choose..."
You swallowed hard, exhausted by everything in the world. It was important for you to know what kind of man was standing in front of you. Because if he was really dangerous to you, you had to end it.
"Jungkook. I'm not a child. I have the right to know. And I have the right to decide for myself. Tell me."
He was silent. You could see him struggling with himself, whether to tell you or not. His lips parted and he said:
"I... I'm a mercenary..."
The silence after his confession seemed louder to you than any scream. You felt your stomach tighten.
"Mercenary?" you asked, almost not believing what you had heard. Your voice broke into a whisper. Jungkook just nodded. His jaw was tense, as if he were waiting for a blow. Waiting for you to scream, run away, curse him.
"I worked for those who paid the most. Mostly in security. But also... cleanups, eliminations. Sometimes just passing on information. I'm no hero, baby. And I'm certainly not someone to love. I'm not the kind of guy for a serious relationship," he touched your cheek with his fingers and stroked it gently.
You slowly moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Your heart was beating hard, each beat echoing in your ears. Everything you knew about him began to crack at the seams. Or rather, it finally fell into place.
"Is that why you disappeared?" you asked quietly.
"Some people wanted to kill me. Because I refused to follow orders. And then... when things calmed down a bit... I couldn't come back for a long time. Because I knew that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to leave. And I would drag you into something that couldn't be resolved without bloodshed."
He came closer. He stood right in front of you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His palms touched your knees.
"Are you a murderer?" you asked, feeling your body tremble.
"Yes," he said firmly. "I am a murderer."
There was a silence that weighed heavily on both of you. You couldn't believe it. Of all the possible secrets â you were ready for betrayal, a double life, even marriage... But not this.
"And you don't regret it?" you asked in a trembling voice. He sighed.
"I regret that you had to find out about it. But I did what I had to do."
"Is the police looking for you?" you asked again.
"No. Because some people in the police... are on my side."
You closed your eyes. Every word was like a nail. You were silent for a long time. Your breathing finally evened out. Now you saw him differently. Not just as a lover. Not just as a missing man. But as someone... from a completely different world. Cruel. Dangerous. And now the scratches you had treated him for made sense. His late arrivals made sense. His disappearance made sense.
"I couldn't come to you at other times and I can't be with you during the day because you might be in danger. I knew it would be better not to show up at all, but I couldn't help myself. I am constantly drawn to you. But you don't deserve someone like me. At the same time, I can't imagine you with another man. It makes me so angry." Jungkook got up and you followed him with your eyes. He walked away from you and started putting on his shirt. You weighed all your feelings and the facts before you.
"Jungkook," you called him. He turned back to you and saw the verdict in your eyes. It hurt him, but he was ready for it. "I really fell in love with you..."
"Don't say that..." Jungkook interrupted you. It hurt him to hear you say that, and he couldn't accept it because there was no place for love in his life. You fell silent and then started again.
"I'm in love with you, but who you are... I thought you disappeared because you didn't want to see me. But the fact that you kill people is a completely different matter," your voice trembled and your eyes filled with tears. "Do you really have to do this? If you have a chance to leave it..." you said, but Jungkook interrupted you.
"No..." he said sharply. You fell silent. He exhaled heavily. "No, baby. I can't get out of it, I've been in it for too long..."
You bit your lip to keep from crying. Losing Jungkook for the second time that day was the most painful thing you had ever felt. Even that other time didn't hurt this much. Back then, there was hope, small and meager, but it was there that he could be brought back. But now... now you know that he is involved in crime. And the fact that he can take someone's life just like that sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes fill with tears. You look at his face â so handsome, so familiar, with the cheekbones you used to kiss, his lips â and you no longer see the gentle, ordinary, daring boy you fell in love with. You realize that now the possibility of being with him has become almost impossible.
You looked at him. There was so much in his eyes: fatigue, pain, struggle, despair... and something else â something so deep that it took your breath away. But alongside this â a shadow. The shadow of who he had become.
"I just..." You swallow your tears, trying to breathe evenly. "I didn't expect this. I was ready for anything. Even if you were married... or had children... or dealt in stolen goods... But that you kill people â I couldn't have imagined that even in my worst nightmare."
Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you. But he didn't come closer. He didn't touch you.
"It's really scary," you said quietly, admitting it. "I look at you, and my heart still aches... with love. But it's really scary... Because I don't know what you're capable of. And who else you might kill..."
He clenched his fists, as if holding back the urge to scream. His face was contorted with pain.
"I would never hurt you," he said softly.
"What about the people around me? Can you promise that? That your world... will never touch mine?"
He didn't answer.
"See?" you whispered. "So we really weren't meant to be together... I'm sorry, I don't know who I need to be to accept that..." Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't even wipe them away. They dripped onto the blanket, onto your palms, leaving warm, heavy marks.
Jungkook finally slowly approaches you. He takes a few steps closer, but doesn't touch you.
"You don't have to accept this," he said hoarsely. "I didn't want you to find out. But I... I couldn't help coming. I really missed you. Like an idiot. I shouldn't have come..."
"But you did come," you say quietly with a hysterical, tired smile, "and you would have run away again if I hadn't asked. And that's what hurts the most â that you probably never planned to tell me the truth."
Jungkook bowed his head in acknowledgment. Something flashed in his eyes â shame? Guilt?
"If I stay... will it destroy you?" he asked, hope in his voice. But when he saw the look on your face, he understood the answer.
You took a step back. Not out of fear. But because you couldn't bear his gaze. He was silent. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising heavily. He looked at you, knowing that this was probably the last time â long, as if trying to engrave the smallest details of your face in his memory.
He didn't want to come back to you when he left. But you managed to tie him to you, and it destroyed him. Even though he swore he would never have a girl to friend with benefits. But you're like a damn drug. He wants you constantly, day after day. And when he came back today for the first time in a long time, he had sex with you like a madman. He forgot who he was, what world he lived in. All he wanted was you. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow. But you already not been his.
Jungkook stood there, silent. He didn't try to convince you. He just stared. Like a doomed man. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow.
"I'm asking you... Go. Really go. And don't come back... and don't even think about touching anyone around me... If I find out that anyone has disappeared, is scared, is being followed... I'll go to the police. Not the ones who cover for you. The international ones. I'll do everything to stop you. Do you understand?"
Jungkook could barely control himself. His jaw ached from clenching it so tightly.
"Yes, baby. I understand you," he said, smiling through the pain in his chest. "I'll go. And you'll never see me again."
There were tears in your eyes, and you couldn't see properly because of them. His image blurred as he turned and walked away. Without looking back. Without touching you goodbye. He just disappeared. Like a storm that left only destruction and emptiness behind.
Everything was like a fog. You weren't living, you were just existing. You didn't talk to anyone. You texted your friends that you were busy at work, and you lied to your parents in short phone conversations. You ate almost nothing. You didn't leave the house except to go to work.
Donmin, your colleague, was the first to notice. He brought you coffee, tried to talk to you, joked, invited you to lunch. But you... it was as if you didn't exist in the same world as everyone else.
The nights were the worst. You couldn't sleep. You constantly listened to the sounds outside the window, to the silence in the house. You felt like he was watching you. That he was somewhere nearby. And the scariest thing was that you were almost certain of it.
And then you felt sick. You threw up when you were getting ready for work. The first time, you thought you had food poisoning. It wasn't surprising, since you had eaten something spoiled the night before. But when it happened again the next morning... you looked at the calendar.
It showed that you were four days late. With everything that was going on, you hadn't noticed that your period hadn't started.
You were instantly overcome with panic. You hadn't had sex with anyone except Jungkook, and you remembered that you hadn't taken your birth control that day. You felt so bad that you completely forgot to take it.
You rushed to get dressed, grabbed your wallet, and ran to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy because it was early in the morning.
You bought not one but three tests to make sure that if one lied, the other two would show the truth. With trembling hands, you opened the box and followed the instructions. You waited in the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest like crazy.
You sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your gaze was glued to the little window on the test. The first line was the control line. And almost immediately... the second line appeared. You couldn't believe your eyes. Two lines.
You grabbed the other two tests, and although they hadn't fully developed yet, both showed two lines.
You clutched your head in your hands and the world around you collapsed. Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, each one worse than the last. The phone lying on the nightstand by the sink vibrated. A notification came in, but you didn't pay any attention to it. The time on the phone showed 4:15. And you almost fainted when you realized what you had just found out. You were pregnant. Pregnant by Jungkook.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Hello to my dear ARMY đ Itâs been a while since weâve seen each other, and I havenât written anything new for you in a long time.
So, I want to tell you that Iâm feeling better, but life is still kinda shitty, to be honest đ The only light for me right now is BTS and you, my dearest ones đĽşđ Receiving your words of support is incredibly touching and heartwarming đđđť
Please forgive me for constantly talking about my condition (I really think I should just shut my mouth đ), but itâs directly connected to why I so rarely post anything.
I have projects ongoing and I plan to continue them. When exactly? Iâm planning to do it in the coming weeks, but besides going to work â which drives me into breakdowns â and going to therapy, Iâve also started studying, which will take some of my time too đĽ˛đ
But I promise Iâm not going anywhere and Iâll keep writing âOne NightâŚâ and âNo Mercyâ (one sweet anon almost hung me upside down demanding a continuation đ I PROMISE Iâll write the next part very soon đđť)
And this story again is about toxic relationships. God, I donât know why but Iâve been drawn to writing this kind of thing lately!
Should I write some fluff without explicit scenes? (I donât even know if I can write like that, but maybe I should try đ¤)
I really hope everyone will enjoy it đđť If this came off as harsh to you, please forgive me â this is just how I saw the story đđť Please donât write anything too mean, Iâm very sensitive right now đĽş
I also want to sincerely apologize to everyone whom I havenât replied to in DMs or question boxes yet 𼺠My dearest ones, Iâve really closed myself off a lot and Iâm so sorry that you worry about me, but I just canât give a proper response đĽşđ
Please bear with me if youâre willing to â I will reply to every message. (To be honest, the only thing Iâm able to do is write a little. Thatâs the only thing I still have the will to do in this life.
Iâll share a secret with you â itâs unbearable for me to be around people, sometimes even my loved ones. I think Iâve really lost it đ𤨠(I donât know if Iâm allowed to say this here, but I want to be honest with you.)
So if someone likes my new story, Iâll be happy with any interaction. You know that despite my weird state, I canât stop loving you all đĽšđđ
I really love you so much and I miss the way you interact with me 𼚠Donât focus too much on my state â better tell me if this story was worthy of your attention, if youâve read this far đđĽš
WOW - Just read it, you HAVE to! Nothing has had me on edge the way this has. Incredible, truly!
