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🍩⋆ ✶˖·˳.✦˚| Joy | 2005 | ˚✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆🍩

[dodoneck]

“God, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so good, so wet. Just for me, right baby?”

[ohhowjooniewept]

ex husband jungkook x ex wife y/n

fluff, angst, smut, yearnnnnniiinnngggggg

25k>

—

life was supposed to go forward the way you had always been told.

find someone, fall in love, get married, have kids.

that was the formula - the routine of every day life that you, yourself, had agreed to. it was supposed to be easy and carefree, the type of love that felt natural and yet definite. it was supposed to be certain.

jeon jungkook.

the love of your life. no one, nothing, could compare to him; the one constant in your life since you were no older than five. two years older than you, he had been the object of your infatuations even then, and though you both harboured a crush on one another as you grew up, it was only when you were 14 that you both actually pursued something.

you both came from broken homes, with your parents entangled in the world of drugs and abuse, his absent more times than present. you had each other though, and that was all either of you had ever really needed - that much had been true for years. it didn’t take long to fall in love with him, not when he treated you like blooming flowers in the first touch of spring; you were more than just his girl. you were his y/n.

no one blinked when he proposed, everyone half expecting it, and neither of you had wanted to wait to plan a lavish wedding when you were both the only constants in each other’s lives. and so, with cheap rings, a random dress you had found at the bottom of your wardrobe and his scuffed shoes - you had become husband and wife.

jungkook was the best partner you could have ever asked for. money was tight in the beginning as he threw himself into his job, making sure he had enough to spoil you rotten even if that meant coming home exhausted. it killed you to see him working so hard, but he never complained, not even once. it was done in the pursuit of his sweet wife, and therefore just.

he quickly began climbing the ranks, his intelligence unmatched, his speed and efficiency making him a force to be reckoned with. in a mere seven years, he had managed to go from the lowest ranking worker in the company right to head office, before formally being announced as ceo.

it was unheard of. people like him, people like you, they didn’t live like this. it felt like over night your entire life had changed, as the tiny, one bed apartment transformed into a penthouse suite in your city’s most reputable area, your beaten down car now more lavish than you could ever dream of. your clothes - silks, linens and luxurious patterns. you were a changed woman, all at the hands of your husband.

that was when the cracks had began to form.

the late nights began, jungkook holed up in his office for far longer than anyone else at the company, stacks of paper all around as he tried to crack numbers before the next day could bring its own workload. you didn’t mind at first, more so worried over anything else.

you packed late dinners, going up to his office and eating them with him just to keep him company, to ground him which he needed more than you could ever realise. he would sit you on his lap as he worked, all whilst you napped peacefully on his shoulder as though this was perfectly normal.

the first few months, it worked. after that, it could no longer hide the gaping hole that had begun to appear.

missed dinners. missed dates. jungkook showing up at two in the morning despite everyone else going home at five in the afternoon - this wasn’t normal. wasn’t healthy. the amount of arguments that were being caused due to his workaholic nature was alarming, especially considering neither of you had ever even raised your voices to one another prior to this.

your heart was getting heavier and heavier.

not because you doubted his love for you - that wasn’t even a question in your mind, that much was certain. if anything, jungkook loved you too much, entirely and wholly, with every single decision made in his life somehow tracing back to you in one way or another. whether it was purchasing things, buying them with the intent of impressing you, making you happy or smile. every opportunity, every signed contract, every bastard fucking meeting that he could feel so deeply in his bones was done with the intention of giving you a life so soft you would never experience hardship again.

that was where the problem lay.

jungkook didn’t know how to love in a way that could nurture your relationship through this, and so, he did the only thing he could. he sacrificed.

slowly, painfully, the realisation that somewhere between the neglect, the late nights and unanswered phone calls, your husband had stopped being your husband at all. he had become a mere ghost in your shared home.

the night you had made your decision was one that felt imprinted in your memory.

it was past midnight, the harsh light of your phone reminding you with each passing moment. the rain was harsh too, with it being the middle of autumn, causing you to curl deeper into the covers on your bed but it did nothing to chase the cold away. dinner had long gone cold downstairs, with your housekeeper giving you a long, sad look before leaving to her own home, patting you on the shoulder in comfort.

your heart hurt so fucking much.

your phone was untouched, with messages sent hours prior despite the lack of response.

‘where are you?’

‘are you coming home tonight?’

‘jungkook, you promised.’

‘i miss you.’

you felt pathetic. humiliation ran up and down your veins at the thought of having to beg for a morsel of attention from your husband, but what else were you supposed to do? what else could you do? loneliness had a tendency to do that to people.

the sound of the front door finally opening had your eyes looking up, no longer staring into space, thinking. overthinking.

jungkook finally stumbled in, hours and hours late, shoulders tense and black coat half wet due to the rain outside. his phone had died hours ago, and his brain was a jumble of numbers and stakeholders, still muttering under his breath over something one of his colleagues had said. he was exhaustion personified.

“baby.” he exhaled deeply upon the sight of you still up.

1:47am.

you stared at him, unable to focus on anything in particular as your reddened eyes somehow glinted in the moonlit essence of the room. his heart ached.

“you missed it again.” you whispered, barely audible.

another dinner sat cold. jungkook had noticed it on his way up, muttering a small fuck under his breath, but seeing you now? something had changed, something was different and the sight scared him to death.

“i know, i..”

“you said you’d be home for six.”

“i know baby, i’m so sorry, we had an emergency shareholders meeting and it was just..fuck.”

“it’s always an emergency.” you muttered bitterly.

the silence that followed felt suffocating to you both.

he carefully placed his things at the door before approaching you slowly, as though you were a wounded fawn struck by an arrow from his own back - it was his fault. he knew that, he could see it.

“i’m trying.” he whispered softly, as he crouched to meet your eyes.

that was the worst thing of all - of course he was trying. you knew he was, you could see it in every single thing he did but that was the part that made it so much more painful. it was unbearable.

tears burned harshly behind your eyes, lip openly trembling as you stared at the only man to have ever felt your affection, the love of your life. the same man that would set himself on fire just to keep you warm, who had done this all for you - even you knew that but, the pain. you weren’t sure when loving him had started to hurt this badly.

“i don’t need..i don’t want any of this, jungkook.” you corrected as your voice cracked, hands gesturing to the too large room. “don’t care about penthouses or cars, or money..”

“it’s not about that.”

“then what is it about?” you cried, months and months of neglect finally collapsing all at once. “because i’m losing you anyway.”

the devastation that appeared on his face would have floored you on any other occasion, but the horrible feeling that had taken over was consuming you from the inside out. you couldn’t rid yourself of your thoughts, the looming decision that had grown and grown and grown, so much so that it felt bigger than you in both mind and body. you couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to.

“i feel so lonely.” you admitted honestly, a broken sob leaving your lips. “you’re all i have..all i’ve ever had and i feel lonely.”

the words physically wounded him as he felt his own tears begin to form, a horrible realisation fluttering through his body - this wasn’t fixable. he could see it now, the utter pain in your eyes, the way your body shook as you cried, and though he was crouched in front of you, arms wrapping around you; it wasn’t enough.

“i’ll fix this. i’ll fix this, fuck. y/n..” he shook, holding you so tightly, his heart beating out of his chest. “give me time. give me a chance. give me something, give me anything.”

you only cried harder at his words, collapsing entirely as the sobs racked through your body violently. you knew he meant it, knew he meant every single word, and you genuinely believed it too but you were tired.

so, so tired.

you knew that the love between you, no matter how deep, could not survive on patched up apologies and promises no longer.

the separation happened three weeks later.

perhaps that was too cruel of you - you should have given him more time, more chances, another opportunity to prove himself to you so he could actually begin repairing something that had already long collapsed before he had ever realised the damage. staying felt too painful, as though you were prodding delicate skin with a million sharpened blades. for once in your entire existence, you chose yourself.

you hated yourself for it.

you could no longer survive off of the memories of who your husband had once been, the once sweet teenage boy who slept on the streets with you just so you’d feel safe from the grasps of your parents. the man who had ran home to tell you about his promotion, who then sobbed in your arms at the mere prospect of getting to give you the life you deserved. oh, how each and every fibre of your being yearned for him, how it knew him by breath alone and yet it wasn’t enough. nothing could possibly hurt more.

packing your things nearly killed him. you remembered it vividly.

jungkook stood silently in the doorway of your shared bedroom, watching numbly, as though his soul had left his entire body as you packed up remnants of a life once shared with him. cardboard boxes were filled with your books, your makeup, your silly trinkets you had acquired together - the sight of you crying as you packed your wedding album so delicately was enough to have him bite back his own sob, shaking his head at the reality of the situation.

he hadn’t stopped you. it was the worst part.

jungkook was intimidating to most; hardened by his life experiences and the struggle he had been raised in, his only priority for the past decade being you. you didn’t like to go into his work, knowing he was quite literally a different person there - efficient, yes, but also ruthless. and yet, he stood, watching you as though his eyes couldn’t comprehend the scene in front of him, tears wiped harshly from his face in fear that it would only upset you more.

even in moments like this, he put you first.

his hands sat caged on either side of him, as you sobbed, and sobbed and sobbed. he wanted nothing more than to pick you up, cradle you, cherish you the way he so desperately wanted but in his love for you came your happiness. he was a man devoted to you, and he couldn’t cage you somewhere you no longer felt happy staying - he loved you too much to ever do that.

the divorce proceedings were somehow so much worse.

the media frenzy surrounding jeon jungkook, the elusive ceo who was known for his mysterious persona and dark eyes, was quite literally unbearable. the sudden separation exploded all over the tabloids and the internet, with headlines appearing faster than either of you could keep up with. the hate was too much, to which jungkook stepped in to silence everyone behind the scenes, throwing an insane amount of money at journalists to keep your name out of their filthy mouths. wife or not, you were one half of him and he’d be damned if you were spoken of in anyway that wasn’t praiseworthy.

you couldn’t even look at him during the hearings.

god, you tried. you wanted to, managing to sneak little glances where you caught him already staring at you, despair all over his face, but you couldn’t handle it, tears streaming out of your eyes almost immediately. he knew you loved him. he could see it, clear as day.

he looked sick, as though he hadn’t eaten for weeks, the mere sight of you enough to sustain him until the next meeting, where your feet lightly brushed against one another underneath the table in a subconscious way.

he barely spoke, only choosing to actually speak when he was asked a question, but other than that, he spent his time in the meetings staring at you longingly. he’d whisper a soft “don’t cry” whenever he’d see you tear up, your lip quivering each time you snuck a glance over, despite knowing it was breaking you.

he signed everything over to you immediately. his lawyers had practically choked, eyes wide as he silenced them almost harshly for even suggesting anything otherwise, your own eyebrows pulling together as you tried to reject. you didn’t want his money, you didn’t want what he had worked so hard for.

the penthouse, the cars, the accounts. every. fucking. thing.

“jungkook..” you had whispered through tears at the table, addressing him for the first time in so long. “i don’t want any of this, it’s yours. you’ve worked so hard.”

hearing you was enough to provide the energy he had been lacking, the very blood in his bloodstream pumping harder as he shook his head at you, offended.

“i got those things for you. it never belonged to me..was always yours.” he whispered back, causing you to look down with another choked sob.

it was the final hearing that truly cemented the empty hole inside of you.

your hands shook violently, so much so that you were unable to pick up your pen and sign away your marriage, the one thing you needed to do to finally let him go. everyone in the room frowned as they watched you, face flooded with tears as your digits simply refused, as though your body rejected the notion as being entirely unnatural. they all felt pity for you, for both of you - you both were clearly in love, and they couldn’t understand the gravity of the situation between you.

jungkook had stood from his side of the table, walking over to you until his hand had softly encapsulated your own, your quiet sobs only growing harsher at the feel of the one person you had been craving for so long. he held it, guiding you to your own, helping you write your name on the dotted line despite every part of his body aching.

ex-husband.

the thought should have killed you.

once it was signed, he held onto your hand, too scared to let go as the documents were taken, your lawyers and his slowly leaving the room, leaving you be. you should have let go, should have pushed him away as he no longer had any tie to you - you weren’t married, you weren’t together. alas, the thought felt sacrilegious.

instead, he knelt, knees hitting the hardened floor below you as your red eyes met his properly. entirely.

“i’ll fix this.” he promised you, voice no longer shaking, as you could hear the depth of his promise to you. “i don’t care how long it takes, baby, but you’ll come back to me. i’ll come back to you better, i’ll be worthy. i promise you, y/n.” he whispered.

another sob climbed up your throat, mean and harsh, as your body collapsed against the chair you were sat in, your emotion taking a complete hold over you.

because even then, after everything, you knew his words to be true. you knew home would be waiting.

—

eight months had passed now, and soon came the first touch of summer. the bleak sky had become brighter, clouds hibernating and birds chirping as the world became warmer, accommodating for the transition into what most would describe as a joyous time. unfortunately for you, your body was still recovering from what could only be described as the most traumatic stage of your life thus far.

everything felt unnatural and wrong - you were trying to keep up despite it moving a million miles around you.

even after all this time, your stomach still dropped whenever you’d see anything that referred to him as your ex husband, as though your mind and heart needed a moment to catch up. how could jungkook ever simply become an ex anything to you?

he had existed in your life for so long that removing him felt akin to ripping a vital organ out of your body, all whilst expected to function entirely normally. how could you? you suppose you were failing, really, with the way you moved through life out of necessity instead of want.

the tabloids loved him now more than ever. it was the paradox of tragedy, you assumed, as you knew how badly the world yearned for a broken hearted lover.

the youngest ceo in the country’s history, a billionaire bachelor - the elusive businessman was on the top of every social hierarchy, whilst people spoke about you in hushed whispers. the only woman to have ever gotten away. who were you? why did you leave? why did he leave you with so much?

he had become so much colder after the divorce, and people picked up on it like rats with forgotten food.

the media had always labelled him as an intimidating man, but now, there was no way of denying it. there was something unsettling about the pictures that were being papped of him, your hungry eyes taking him in top to bottom, nibbling your lip - he looked so different. broad shoulders remained the same, but he seemed bigger, no doubt taking out his pain in the gym. it was the look in his eyes, however, that had your stomach in knots.

he looked dead whilst alive.

jeon jungkook was heartbroken, and the world knew it clear as day.

he had dealt with it the only way he knew how - by burying himself six feet deep into his work, knowing he had nothing to come home to, often times sleeping in his office just so he could ignore the silence of his house.

meanwhile, you had spent the last eight months trying to learn how to exist without him.

the humiliation at first was all you were reminded of, as you realised how deeply you had intertwined into him and vice versa. the silence in your once shared penthouse was so unbearable that you had moved into a tiny two bedroom apartment, using the spare as a storage unit for all of your books. on your nightstand still sat a picture of you both, as you secretly cried over it most nights. you couldn’t even sleep unless you wore one of his hoodies, despite his scent having washed off months ago - it was the comfort of knowing you still had a part of your marriage with you.

you missed him in every small, stupid, awful way imaginable.

the feeling of his hand, heavy and strong, on your thigh as he drove you around. the way he would cage you into any surface he could find just to smother you in kisses, or even the way he would whisper into your ear stupid jokes that had you giggling too loudly for the world to hear.

you missed your husband. you missed jungkook.

everyday you battled with the regret of your choice, especially once you’d see the way his under-eyes had sunken with the lack of sleep and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it out loud. you couldn’t live that way again, not with the neglect - not with your past trauma from your parents.

jungkook knew the gravity of his actions, knew you needed to heal and reason with them before he could come back to you but fuck, it hurt so bad to wait.

sometimes, during your weaker moments, you found yourself searching him into your phone in the dead of night, breathing out an audible sigh of relief at the confirmation he was still openly single. it was pathetic, that much you knew, but it was selfish beyond anything else. so cruel to want the man you left to be alone, simply because he still belonged to you.

you had attempted to rebuild your life slowly, carefully piecing together fragments of yourself that existed before all of this had happened. your days were quieter now, so much lonelier but it was enough to keep your mind from spiralling every second of every waking day.

some habits, however, refused to die.

his contact remained as the only favourited number in your phone, as you spent all of your time rereading old messages, despite it ending in tears. if only you knew he too did the same, with his photo album on his phone his most used app as he stared at you nightly, often falling asleep with your picture shining brightly on his screen.

you still loved him. he loved you even more.

that could never change.

-

the first flowers came on a random tuesday.

you had just experienced one of the worst days you’d had in a while, with a final meeting with one of your clients going to shit after you realised hours of work and designs had somehow corrupted, and then deleted. by the time you had returned home, you were sure the world had seen your teary state, your body heavier than usual.

as you searched your bag for your keys, your eyes peered up, noticing them.

your breath caught.

sitting neatly outside your apartment door. a bouquet, large but elegant - white gardenias. the flowers you had held at not only your wedding, but the ones jungkook would buy you for your anniversary each year.

your flowers.

your chest ached so violently you found yourself gasping for air as your legs gave out below you. you slid down the wall, fingers brushing against the delicate petals as you looked for a note, only to realise there wasn’t one. you didn’t need to see who they were from, only one person knew you well enough and your heart felt like it had been split into two as you took them in.

it wasn’t your anniversary, wasn’t any special kind of occasion, and yet here they were. bright, promising, sweet.

your vision blurred with heavy tears as the painful feeling in your body grew, throat tightening with emotion before reaching out and taking a hold of them, breathing the flowers in openly.

the scent alone was enough to destroy you.

he was everywhere, all of the time - even now. especially now.

the flowers had become a norm, a pattern that was only recognisable to you, and completely deniable to any other person looking in. you were smarter than you looked and you knew what was happening, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to call it out.

your favourite restaurant somehow managing to accommodate you always despite the line or packed out reservations list, or the paparazzi that often bullied you for your attention outside of your home mysteriously disappearing. even your car, that you had dented slightly, appeared in perfect condition as you walked down to go to work one morning, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

your chest bloomed with realisation.

jungkook.

he never appeared himself, no. never. it was unsettling really, the reminder that he was powerful and could have things done with a flick of his wrist - he was sure to never make you privy to it, so you’d always feel like he was the same boy you had met all those years ago. now? he had every intention of showing you the empire he had built for you and you alone. he lingered around you and your life like a floating ghost, invisible but permanent. you truly couldn’t get rid of him even if you tried.

three weeks later is when you felt yourself reaching breaking point.

for the first time in months, you were finally leaving the house to actually do something for fun. your best friend, yejin, who’s husband yoongi was ironically jungkook’s best friend, had forced you to come out for a drink. nothing intense, merely a nice bar where the drinks were smooth and the company was good, with slow jazz playing in the back.

exhaustion was heavy in your bones but you listened, doing your best to make yourself look nice despite how dead you felt inside. a little skirt that felt too short and a top that perhaps plunged too low - yejin had deemed you utterly perfect.

sat at the bar, you sipped your drink, wincing lightly as she yapped away about something her coworker had said. you appreciated how she refused to bring jungkook up, knowing that she couldn’t breach the topic unless you were the one to bring it up yourself. you hated how badly you wanted to, how desperate you were to find out how he was doing.

she filled the air constantly, like she was terrified of what would happen if your mind caught up to the reality of the situation, instead filling it with nonsense to occupy your demanding thoughts.

you let her.

you even found yourself laughing, the feeling and sound so startling that it reduced you to silence for a full minute afterwards as you welcomed the feeling of actual joy for the first time in so long.

you almost didn’t notice the shift in your phone, the slight light radiating from beneath as you had turned it onto its screen earlier in the evening. she, however, paused mid sentence, eyes dropping down to let you know someone was ringing.

nothing could have prepared you for the sight of his name on the screen.

the name, ‘kookie’ with a large, red heart adorned your phone as humiliation rummaged through you at the realisation you had never even bothered to change his name, the concept too painful to come to terms with. however, yejin all but gasped as she turned to you, eyes widened with an almost excitement.

“answer it.” she encouraged, hand on your back. “i’ll watch your drink.”

you weren’t sure what to say, as you nodded, staring down at the screen before shakily sliding off of your seat and heading towards the back entrance, where a smokers area sat empty. your hands shook as you cupped the phone to your chest, taking a seat before looking down at it once more.

he was calling you.

jungkook was fucking calling you.

before you could overthink, you swiped, answering it.

the phone felt hot against your ear, a reminder of what was currently happening as your heart began beating harder than it had in months, your hands shaking. for a second, neither of you spoke.

you could hear faint movement on his end, a shuffling of some sorts before he completely stilled, as though he had pushed everything he was doing to a side at the realisation you had actually answered.

“hi.”

god. your eyes squeezed shut tight almost immediately.

there he was - your jungkook. not the ceo extraordinaire that was plastered on every publication you could find, with dead eyes and a sharp expression. no, this was him. jungkook. your jungkook.

the sound alone nearly brought you to tears. you felt so pathetic.

“hi.” you whispered back, voice cracking.

silence settled again, but not awkwardly. you didn’t think an awkward silence was capable of existing between you, not when your bodies were so intertwined and so aware of one another. the distance between you was unnatural, neither of your minds able to comprehend an eight month hiatus enough to understand that this phone call alone shouldn’t have been happening.

he exhaled slowly, and your shoulders gently relaxed, your eyes closing momentarily as you imagined him. no doubt still at work, in a suit unbuttoned at the shirt, his tie long forgotten. his tattooed hand running through his hair, ruffling it the way you always would.

“you answered.” he broke you out of your thoughts.

your chest tightened painfully at the sheer disbelief in his tone.

“you called.”

a faint huff of amusement left him then, causing you to blink back any emotion that was building in your eyes. it eased you.

“yeah.” he breathed out.

another pause.

you felt so suddenly aware of yourself - your hand reached out to smooth down your hair, adjust your top and skirt, despite knowing he couldn’t see you. it was subconscious, as though the thought of him alone was enough to undo you, but his voice? hearing it after so long, directed at you, for you. yours. it was enough to have you soothed for months.

before you could spiral in your thoughts, he spoke again.

“where are you?”

“out with yejin.”

“mm.” you shivered at his hum. you had no idea he was so undone at the sound of you too. “a bar?”

“yeah.”

“you drinking?”

you rolled your eyes, tongue poking your cheek at his curiosity. some things truly had never changed.

“why?” you asked, and you could almost hear his grin on the other end. “can’t i ask?”

his tone, smooth. familiar. fuck, it did things to you, and you could feel your thighs pressing together just listening to him. secretly, your favourite part of jungkook was how possessive he had always been, and even in moments like this where he hid it under a layer of calmness, you could recognise it instantly.

it reminded you of when he’d ask you whether you had eaten, just before pulling you into his lap, lips attacking the side of your neck hungrily or when he’d tell you to take your medicine, with a slow ‘baby’ and kisses planted to your forehead and cheeks.

“one drink.” you revealed, with a nibble to your lip.

you had no idea that he too was a fucking mess.

jungkook was indeed in his office, with his legs spread, suit jacket and tie somewhere, his shirt unbuttoned a little as he too drank. a cup of whiskey in his hand, his hair a mess as he scoured over your instagram for the millionth time just that day. neither of you were ones to post much, especially considering your accounts were private with only a few people, but he stalked you daily in hopes of a glimpse of you. could you blame him? he was utterly, devotedly in love with you.

a measly divorce couldn’t stop that.

seeing yejin’s story, with your low cut top, and your big eyes showing a sign of life for the first time in months made his heart bloom. it had his cock straining, again, just looking at you, eyes hungrily looking over every inch of you and your soft smile. god, how he had missed it.

he had given you your time. respected your wishes, allowed you eight months of this but enough was enough. the flowers were just the beginning, marking his space back in your life through a promise he had every intention of upholding. he had told you directly he was going to fix this, and you, his sweet, sweet girl had believed him.

he would never let you down again.

“you having fun?”

“why do you wanna know every single detail?” you asked, tone a little harsher than intended but you couldn’t help yourself. this was an ambush on your senses.

he huffed once more, the amusement enough to disarm you.

“because i miss you.”

the words left him so easily that the breath in your lungs completely dissipated, leaving you a statued mess. no hesitation, no shame - pure, devastating honesty.

“you can’t say that, jungkook.” you weakly combatted, the intake of breath on his side of the phone at the sound of his name leaving your mouth enough of an answer for you.

“why not? i can’t miss my wife?” he scoffed lightly at you.

you blubbered for a moment. “i-i am not..i’m not your wife!”

“okay.” he hummed once more.

there was a quiet clink on his end, no doubt picking his drink up and taking a big gulp after abandoning it the second you answered. neither of you spoke for a few more moments, silence now becoming a running theme between you on the call, and yet it was still void of the awkwardness you’d find anywhere else. it was awful how familiar it felt. how comfortable and safe.

your fingers played with the hem of your skirt nervously, unsure if you had been too brash - he was hurting too after all.

“is that top new?”

your breath caught.

“..what?”

jungkook stayed quiet for an extra beat. “your top. haven’t seen that one before.”

heat flooded your cheeks, chest and neck before you could even respond, your lips bitten down as you inhaled shakily.

“how do you know that?” you were ignoring the way your pulse was hammering against your body, trying to feign an air of nonchalance.

at that, he couldn’t help the small grin. “saw you on yejin’s story.” he murmured, quieter now. “look so good. love when you wear pink, baby.”

it wasn’t even the words he had chosen, but more so the way he was saying them. so calm, so certain, so casual as if he wasn’t calling his ex wife baby over a bit of cleavage that was never really meant for his eyes - your blush spreading all over you now.

“jungkook..” you breathed out, shakily.

“what?” he asked innocently, and you could really hear the smile in his voice now. “am i wrong?”

you looked down at your top, nibbling away at your lip to hide the small smile that was beginning to form on your own face, something that you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. your fingers brushed against your stomach, feeling the fabric before tucking a strand behind your hair.

“it’s new.” you admitted softly, heels shuffling slightly on the ground.

the sound he made in response was enough to ruin you. not a laugh, not quite a sigh - something pleased.

he hummed. “so pretty.”

your eyes squeezed shut, and jungkook could feel it. could see it as though you were right in front of him. you were never one to handle a compliment, always going pink and shyly looking away and god, he loved it so much. loved complimenting you in hopes that you would react just like that, just to see you get all flustered.

the feeling in your stomach..it felt so strange. the same one that had haunted you for the past eight months, an unbearable warmth that filled you from your toes to your head, something you craved so desperately from him and him alone. to be noticed, looked at, admired by jungkook was one thing but to be loved by him? it was joy in itself.

you could feel it.

no one had ever loved you quite like he had done, as though every single thing you were capable of was worthy of applause. it terrified you.

“you can’t do this.” your voice came out so much smaller than either of you had expected, changing the entire feel of the call instantly.

as a result, his own tone softened, as though he was dealing with something porcelain.

“do what, baby?”

your heart physically ached.

“talk to me..like nothing happened.”

you felt sick to your stomach, hands gripping your phone and stomach as your eyes shut tight. you wished you hadn’t of said anything, not with the way the silence kissed the air in a way that felt anything but familiar - it hurt. painful in every single way.

for the first time since answering the phone, you could see jungkook properly. could hear him breathing sharply as though your words were both a reminder and an understanding that no matter what, things could never go back to what they once were.

the slight twitch in his cheek, the way his fingers would naturally tighten whenever he was overwhelmed with emotion like he didn’t know where to put it, where to place it in his overworking mind. he had always loved so deeply, your jungkook; just didn’t know where to put it, or how to show it.

when he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter. stripped bare for you, so you could feel him.

“i know what i did.” he admitted softly. “i know i fucked up, and that i failed you as a husband.”

your throat tightened.

outside, rainwater still lingered from earlier, a sickly humidity wrapped into every air particle around you. the scent of lingering cigarette smoke was heavy enough to ground you in that moment as you listened to jungkook speak words neither of you could truly handle hearing, despite how necessary they were. it just hurt so, so badly.

inside the bar, you could hear muffled laughter, people egging one another on for drinks as jazz boomed, your heart easing as you could hear yejin’s voice amongst the crowd, no doubt the life of the party there too.

“then why are you acting like this?” you pathetically asked, lip jutting out in a teary pout. he could almost hear it on you. “you’re talking to me like we’re still together.”

“you’re still mine, y/n.”

your breath hitched violently.

“jungkook-“

“no,” he remained calm, a stark difference between you and him. “you asked me a question, baby, so let me answer it properly.”

the nickname rolled off of his lips so naturally, instinctively, and you hated how easily your body curled closer, almost desperate to hear it whilst he stood in front of you. you had always been putty in his hands, so easily undone with a few pretty words but you’d held back for the past few months for the sake of your boundaries. hearing him so open, so honest - it was fucking you up all over again.

“i know we’re divorced,” he continued before you could interrupt him again. “i know..you’re not my wife anymore, and i know this is my fault. you left because of me and i’ll live with that for the rest of my life.”

his voice cracked by the end of his statement.

“but i won’t sit here and pretend like the last eight months have suddenly erased the past fifteen years of loving you.”

the words shattered you. your delicate, pathetic heart broke once more at his words at the confirmation of what you needed to hear so, so badly.

years of abandonment issues stemming from your parents and friends who had only ever toyed with you meant you had put your all into jungkook, who had only ever put every inch of himself back in - you were a partnership, a welcome duo that made sense to the both of you. watching him pull back, forget you, neglect and abandon your relationship no matter the reason was enough to trigger you in ways that no one could reason with.

it was an intimate form of violence that though was never intended, hurt more than anything he could have ever done to you.

he knew that. he was openly telling you he recognised his faults, his wrong doings - you knew that too. god, you knew him better than anyone alive, and you knew that by leaving him it was the only way for him to understand and see.

“you’re making this so much harder, jungkook.” you whispered out through a flood of tears, your mascara and eyeliner smudging immediately under the slaughter of liquid.

“i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry baby but i need you to hear me, okay? just..i need you to know i’m going to fix this. properly.” he breathed out, desperate now. “i’ve been doing things right this time..gave you space, let you breathe, been working on myself and going to therapy. don’t sleep at the office anymore, did at the start cause i didn’t like coming home but i’m better now.”

therapy?

you knew he held so much trauma with his own parents, his own upbringing, too scared to ever even speak about it if it wasn’t with you but to hear he had actually taken the steps to go forwards with something that put him directly out of his comfort zone was insanity to you. especially when his one and only concern had only ever been your own comfort, even at his expense.

his honesty made you burst out into quiet sobs - a noise he swore was harsh enough to kill him. he breathed out, cooing at you lightly as he shook his head despite you unable to see him, so pained.

jungkook recognised your pain immediately.

“yeah,” he muttered. “turns out working yourself to death because you’re afraid of losing everything after you’ve had a shitty upbringing actually isn’t normal behaviour. who knew?”

despite your heartbroken state, you let out a sincere watery laugh.

the sound hit him like a drug.

he went completely silent after hearing it, replaying it in the forefront of his mind. a greedy, gluttonous side of him climbing out of his very throat as he held it close to his soul, cherishing it - he was a starved man finally being fed.

“there she is.” he breathed. “fuck..missed hearing your laugh.”

you hated how easily you were able to slip back into him.

“jungkook..”

“i mean it,” his tone deepened slightly - more certain, more intentional. “i’m not calling you tonight to confuse you, y/n. i’m not calling because i’m lonely..”

your fingers tightened around the phone once more. “then, why?”

“because i’m getting you back.”

there was no hesitation in his voice, no wariness nor anything other than sheer determination. he sounded firm and a part of that thrilled you, whilst the other half sat scared of what this meant - you couldn’t survive this again, losing him. what if you had changed? what if you weren’t who he thought you were anymore?

“hey, stop it.” he shook his head, eyebrows furrowing. “it’s just me, y/n. it’s just me and you, okay?”

“but what if we can’t do it?” you asked through a teary sob, scuffing your heels on the hard ground. “what if i’m different and what if it’s too hard? i can’t..i won’t survive it..”

silence once more.

“then, we do it slowly.” he whispered, assured, soothing you. no hesitation whatsoever. “i’m not asking you to trust me overnight, baby. i know i fucked that up already.”

your lip trembled, tears streaming so fast you could hardly keep up.

“but i’m here now.”

the words settled so deeply inside of you that it almost hurt. that was all you had wanted all along, was it not? a present husband, the same man that loved you without the frills of money and presents - you wanted jungkook. your jungkook.

you swallowed thickly, knowing it had taken so much of him to even say this to you, so confident as he knew you needed a rock at this moment despite also being emotionally devastated.

two whole minutes of silence stretched between you as you caught your breath, your tears still streaming but your sobs subsiding, allowing for sweet hiccups that he thought were the cutest thing he had ever heard. his mind swam, aching, knowing how needy you were after a cry. he wanted to bundle you up and hold you, kiss you until there were no more thoughts left in that pretty little head of yours, right until you were finally asleep and safe in his arms.

“are you still at work?” you asked softly, breaking the silence and pulling him out of his thoughts.

a small pause.

then, almost amused - “technically..”

“jungkook! it’s late..”

he laughed quietly under his breath, the sound warm enough to blanket you in it.

“finished hours ago, i’ve just been sat here.”

“doing what?”

another pause. slightly charged.

“looking at you.” he murmured.

heat rushed to your face immediately, wiping your under eyes. “what?”

“been stalking your instagram. yejin posted you like half an hour ago too, so..” his voice dropped lower, smoother. more intimate. “haven’t really thought about doing anything since.”

your thighs pushed together involuntarily at the confession, cheeks hinted even darker.

god.

“jungkook.” you chastised with a little sniffle.

“pink was a bad choice, baby.” he grunted slightly. “you know that colour drives me fucking insane on you.”

your eyes squeezed shut. there he was.

not the cold, mysterious ceo that had the world intrigued, nor the tall, hefty man that had most people cowering away as he walked past. no, this was your husband - flirty, affectionate and completely and utterly obsessed with you.

“you’re so ridiculous.” you shook your head through a hiccup, biting back the pathetic small smile that was about to form.

“yeah?” he hummed through a small laugh. “still answered the phone.”

the smile in his voice only had yours growing larger, a small laugh muffled by the back of your hand.

you could hear him moving around now, keys jingling lightly before the sound of a car door opening had your ears peaking up.

“wait,” your eyebrows raised. “are you leaving?”

“mhm.”

“where are you going?”

jungkook grinned. it was your turn to be curious.

“home.”

your smile dropped slightly. home.. that used to be a word that was synonymous with you. your chest ached all over again.

“couldn’t go back there without hearing your voice first.” he admitted quietly.

silence swallowed you whole. the vulnerability in his voice felt far more dangerous than any of the tears you had shed tonight, your fingers continuing to shake around the phone at the mere sound of it. before you could think of a response, he spoke again.

“there’s a gala next friday.”

your stomach tightened as you leaned your head against the wall, already understanding the direction of the conversation.

“jungkook..”

“come with me.”

no hesitation. no uncertainty.

firm, assured, confident. like there had never even been another concept, or thought in his brain - you were the first and only option.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea..”

“probably not.”

the honesty startled a laugh out of you - a real one. on the other side of the phone, jungkook sat in his car, eyes closed, breathing deeply at the sweet sound like he was memorising it. treasuring it so he could replay it over and over and over later when he laid in your once shared bed alone.

“fuck,” he breathed. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed that.”

your eyes burned once more.

“baby,” his tone gentled again, using the pet name you loved so much. “just one night. me and you.”

you wanted to scream, wanted to pull at your hair and jump all at the same time. of course you wanted to say yes, what more could you need? your ex husband so openly telling you he wanted to pursue you with every inch of his body, until he was nothing but yours to mould and shape.

“i’ll think about it.” you replied instead, nibbling away at your lip.

the grin in his voice was immediate.

“that’s my girl.”

—

you couldn’t breathe.

both physically and emotionally, you found difficulty in inhaling air as you looked at yourself in the mirror, yejin somewhere in the room finding accessories for you to wear all whilst you blinked rapidly.

the dress, although beautiful, felt too tight.

your hands shook on either side of you as she approached you, holding up a delicate diamond necklace you recognised as an anniversary gift jungkook had gotten you but never quite found the chance to wear. your eyes were unfocused as she clasped it onto your neck, watching the way it fell so softly against soft skin, as though it had been curated for you and you alone.

“you need to breathe, y/n.” she suddenly murmured behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder as you both stared at you in the mirror.

pale pink satin - not bright in anyway, but a sweet kiss of your favourite colour adorned your body in floor length, tight fitting dress. you were the embodiment of elegance as the fabric draped over your curves, all whilst cinching perfectly at your waist, allowing for a pretty silhouette. not only did you look the part for a charity gala, you had exceeded any expectation anyone would ever have for you thanks to your best friend’s styling.

“dress is tight.” you simply whispered back, hardly recognising yourself.

your makeup matched your dress. glowy and pink with soft blush dusted onto your cheeks, glossy lips puckered and sweet. your hair fell in waves and for the first time in a very long time, you felt utterly beautiful.

the problem, however, was in the circumstance itself.

you were about to see jungkook for the first time since you had officially walked away from your marriage and the thought had kept you up all week. you weren’t sure what you were thinking actually saying yes to his invitation, calling him to tell you would come only for him to audibly huff out of joy. he was like a child in a candy shop but you couldn’t help but wonder if he harboured the same anxiety.

it was heavy in your stomach as you stared at yourself. pink was your favourite colour, and he loved it on you. did you look pretty enough? all eyes would be on you both tonight, given the nature of your relationship and the almost celebrity like status that had been awarded to the two of you.

all in all, it was his face that had you nibbling your bottom lip in thought. there wasn’t a night where you left his name unsearched in your internet browser, desperate to see what he looked like in that current moment but seeing him in purpose was a whole different playing field.

you loved him in suits - a fitting joy that was awarded to you constantly given his occupation. the way his shoulders would fill out the material so nicely, the way his shirt would stretch over his chest and the way darker colours only brought out the darkness in his eyes - it was your personal kryptonite. you weren’t sure how you were supposed to think, behave even, once you caught got sight of him.

“hey, y/n, look at me.” yejin pulled you out of your thoughts, soft hands pulling at your jaw. “it’s just jungkook. you know him better than anyone, okay? you’re all good.”

you nodded, though you continued to blink at her rapidly. “s’just been so long and..i don’t know..i’m scared. is that weird?”

she offered a sad smile. “it’s been eight months of healing, babe. that love doesn’t just go away and from what you told me, this is a step in the right direction. just gotta let him in.”

before you could respond, the sound of the doorbell blared through the apartment, making you look up to where the door sat on the other side. if you thought your heart had been beating fast before, you were sure you were on the edge of passing out now as yejin mumbled a quick ‘that’ll be him’ beside you.

oh god. oh god. oh god.

the dress felt too tight around your ribs.

your hands smoothed down the satin again despite having done it what felt like a million times already, fingers tips trembling over expensive fabric as your breathing came out shallow. you hated this - hated the fear of it all when it was jungkook on the other side of the door. your jungkook.

eight months. eight whole months and your body still knew him better than your mind was ready to let on.

“y/n.” yejin practically cooed at you, assuring you with a hand on your back. “breathe.”

you nodded quickly, though it went in one ear and out the other.

the intercom buzzed again, impatient time.

ironically, it was this that had your shoulders slumping softly, your shortness of breath slowly soothing as you realised the familiarity of the situation. of course jungkook would buzz twice - it was a telltale sign of his own anxiety, something you could recognise from a mile away. knocking twice, calling your name twice, checking the front door before bed twice.

it was just jungkook.

“okay.” you whispered to yourself.

you turned, more determined now you knew he was in the same state as you, as your heels clicked on the floor of your much smaller apartment, the noise loud enough for him to hear from the outside. each step felt heavier the closer you got, but there sat an anticipation in you that had you almost desperate to see him.

your hand finally wrapped around the handle before you opened the door.

and there he was.

god.

for a moment, your brain completely malfunctioned.

jungkook stood in your hallway beneath the almost dingy apartment lighting, one hand wrapped around a large bouquet of flowers you recognised to be the ones he had been gifting you with continuously for the past few weeks, and every anniversary. white gardenias.

your eyes fell onto them immediately with a strangled gasp, all whilst taking him in, your heart beating out of your chest as you felt almost faint at the sight of him.

a black suit.

the material stretched perfectly across his too broad shoulders and narrow waist, expensive to the eye as you could tell it had been tailored to fit him exactly. the contrast between the white shirt underneath was utterly delicious, and memories of pulling open buttons under heated exchanges flooded your eyes.

his hair was styled almost messily which you immediately recognised as his hands having ran through them, no doubt due to his anxiety - you wanted to pull at his locks, wanted to feel them against your fingers.

it was his face, however, that hurt to look at.

he looked healthier than most of the pictures you had seen over the span of the past few months, with warm in his cheeks, a slight dazed look in his eyes. still tired, with purple underneath his eyes indicating his lack of sleep, still carrying traces of heartbreak you knew you had placed there.

god.

jungkook looked every bit of the man you were in love with.

and here he stood, staring at you like he had just seen heaven open up right in front of him.

neither of you could look away from one another, as his eyes dragged over you slowly, inch by inch. your hair, your neckline that dipped lower than he was used to seeing, your manicure, your beautiful face. jungkook couldn’t fathom that you had once belonged to him, the pain of the past eight months surfacing as it gripped him by the throat like a vice - he had lost you?

you watched his throat bob.

his eyes met yours, the first time in what felt like a lifetime, and neither of you really knew what to do. how was it that the man you had known most of your life, the one constant, felt like a stranger in that moment? it was like you were discovering him again, an opportunity to relearn him presented to you and you took it with both hands.

he let out a shaking breath, one that had your cheeks flushing as he extended his arm, presenting the large bouquet for you.

“you look beautiful.” he whispered, voice struggling almost as you continued to watch his adam’s apple almost entranced.

with a shy thank you, you held them close to your chest, breathing in the familiar scent that brought you so much comfort.

your chest had eased now you were finally looking at him, now that he was actually in your space - the worst was over. you almost felt ridiculous for being worried about seeing him when it was just jungkook. eight months couldn’t erase that familiarity.

the hallway suddenly felt too small. too warm, too intimate; you felt like you were being caved in by his mere presence and for a moment you wondered if you needed breath at all.

you simply stood there, clutching the flowers delicately to your chest as though they meant something so much more than what anyone else could assume all whilst jungkook looked at you like you were the first beautiful thing he had seen in months.

his eyes couldn’t leave your face.

it should have made you uncomfortable, the intensity of his stare, but your body reacted the way it had always done when you were near him. you were inching closer without even realising it, him doing the same until you were looking up, head angled and his downwards, head bent to admire you properly.

“hi.” you whispered again.

the size difference between you had never been more apparent until then, what with all of his strenuous visits to the gym these past few months. he had always towered over you, but it was different now - his already wide chest and broad shoulders engulfed you, his biceps on either side of him enough to have you wanting him in a way that certainly was not becoming of an ex wife.

it’s like he could read your thoughts, with the way he inched closer to you, until your bodies were openly brushing against each other faintly. material on material, fabric kissing fabric. you wished you could feel him on your skin.

the sound of your voice had lulled him gently as he dipped his head down lower so you could properly see him, despite your head back to look at him.

“hi, baby.”

your stomach flipped violently.

there it was again. baby. fuck.

as though the divorce papers were fickle, representing a momentary lapse of judgement instead of a ruling decision. like he still woke up beside you every morning and ruined your cheeks with kisses before falling in between your thighs.

the dazed look on your face didn’t go unnoticed.

before you could even respond, yejin appeared behind you with the biggest smile she could possibly muster.

“oh my god,” she squeaked dramatically. “you both look insane!”

jungkook blinked, momentarily pulled from the emotional spiral you were both taking part in as he straightened slightly, despite still being awfully close to you. your cheeks heated at the sound of her voice, jumping a little in shock, causing you to brush against him faintly.

“hi, yejin.”

“don’t hi yejin me.” she narrowed her eyes dangerously. “if she cries tonight, i’ll kill you.”

“yejin!” you flushed red.

jungkook, however, allowed for a soft smile, nodding once. “fair.”

the sheer sincerity of it made the room go quiet, your eyes meeting his once more. you knew though it was a passing comment, he truly meant it - he’d let her kill him if it meant you’d hurt less.

your chest tightened all over again.

yejin seemed to realise it too, her teasing expression softening at the both of you. idiots in love, both too cautious to know what the correct next step was - thank god she loved to meddle.

“okay! you’re both gonna be late so hurry up.” she hummed, turning you and looking over you for any last minute touch ups. “i’ll take these. i’ll show myself out.”

with a cheeky wink, she all but pushed you backwards towards jungkook where your back gently brushed against his front. she had taken the flowers, shoved your clutch in your hand and shut the door in your face, all after giving you a big grin.

he didn’t move from behind you, despite you turning to properly face him. the two of you stared at one another openly, eyebrows pulling together - you could see it happening in real time, the way his body curled at the mere feel of you. to be so close to you, touching you; it was out of a far away dream.

you felt it too - god, you could feel it in your veins. the horrifying wave of unashamed want that filtered through you so naturally, your body knew him. your body recognised your husband.

your man.

his restraint was palpable. you could see it in the way his fingers flexed on either side of him, almost twitching as muscle memory surfaced from deep inside of him. for years touching you had been second nature, with a hand on your waist, fingers lifting your chin, arms around your figure to hold you up for a kiss.

now he looked almost tortured as he realised he no longer knew what he was allowed to do.

the realisation alone softened you.

“we should go.” you whispered up at him gently, though your voice lacked any real conviction.

jungkook stared at you, offering a small nod almost obediently despite the stark hunger in his eyes.

“yeah.” he cleared his throat. “yeah, okay.”

he stepped back and first; the distance was felt immediately.

you suddenly missed the warmth that radiated off of him, fingers faintly tugging on his suit jacket so gently you weren’t even aware you were doing it. what the fuck was wrong with you? one touch and you were already spiralling into him again like the last eight months had never happened.

jungkook noticed. of course he did.

his chest visibly expanded from beneath the expensive material, eyes darkening so suddenly you felt heat up and down your spine. the way he looked at you had emotion swirling in your stomach, so hungry. so devoted.

you slowly released him, blinking rapidly as though you’d only just realised what you’d done.

“sorry.” you whispered instinctively.

jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed together in offence.

“don’t apologise for touching me.” his voice came out firmer than expected, low. far too intimate given the apartment hallway you were in.

the silence that followed felt thick enough to choke on, neither of you making an effort to move despite knowing you were bordering on being late. the tension was so unbearable now that you were both alone, freely staring at one another after so much time apart - no yejin to soften the edges. just fifteen years worth of tension, want and need all accumulated between you.

his eyes flickered downwards as he watched you sway slightly.

“your heels are insane.” he muttered softly.

you blinked. “hm?”

“you’re already wobbling.”

offended, your mouth gaped. “i am not wobbling!”

jungkook let out a small huff of amusement, loving how easy it was to rile you up. the sound completely disarmed you, seeing a glimpse of the same jungkook you had been with all of your life.

“you almost fell walking out of the door.” he teased, with a tilt to his head downwards at you.

“i did not!” you shook your head with a small swat to his chest. he only let out another laugh. “you literally grabbed onto me.”

“that..doesn’t count, okay?”

“mm.” amusement stretched over his face, as he led you to the staircase, cautious to be slow as he watched you continue to slightly wobble due to the uneven surface of the hallway. “sure.”

before you could even think of a rebuttal, you watched jungkook look down the multiple staircases with a slight frown before turning to you. he suddenly bent at the knees, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for no longer than two seconds before one arm slid below your knees and the other around your back.

your gasp echoed.

“jungkook!”

he lifted you bridal style effortlessly, as though you weighed truly nothing to him.

your hands immediately flung to the back of his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders in shock as your body felt more of him than it had done in what felt like eons. jungkook’s hands were so much bigger than yours, and you could feel him everywhere all at once, enough to have you dizzy with a sense of want.

“what are you doing?!” you whispered harshly, eyes blown wide as he sorted you on one single arm, checking his phone for the time with the other. it was beyond easy.

jungkook merely looked down at you calmly, entirely unbothered despite the way you could feel his pulse hammering below your fingertips.

“preventative measures. can’t have you slipping down the stairs.”

you stared at him in disbelief. “you can’t just pick me up!”

he scoffed a little, as though your words were going in one ear and out the other. your comfort came first, that much was ingrained in him and even you couldn’t stop him when it came to that.

he walked down the stairs as though it was the most natural thing in the world, one hand spread wide against your back, claiming whilst the other was hooked under your thighs, making sure you were as comfortable as possible against him. your dress was draped so beautifully over his arm that anyone who would have caught you in that moment would have remarked, ironically, how bridal you looked.

you couldn’t believe how safe he felt.

jungkook noticed the second you relaxed into him. properly.

“missed carrying you.” he admitted quietly as he descended another step.

your entire body burned. “jungkook.” you breathed weakly, though there was no real warning behind your tone.

“what?” he hummed innocently. “s’true.”

you remembered almost fondly - it was the one thing you probably missed more than anything else. he would carry you everywhere - from the bed to your bath, to the couch after you’d woken up, through grocery stores just to hear you squeak in embarrassment. one time he had held you for an hour straight, walking you home after a date just because your feet hurt.

and now, here you were again, tucked into his chest as though it was home. you supposed it was.

your heart ached so violently at the memory that looking up at him through your lashes had your brain whizzing too fast for you to keep up with.

“you’ve gotten so much bigger.” you whispered almost shyly before you could stop yourself, already tucked into him too comfortably.

big mistake.

his heart truly nearly fucking stopped. his head snapped down at you almost instantly, eyes darkening so visibly it had you avoiding any contact, instead focusing your gaze on his clothed pecs.

“yeah?” he asked slowly.

your cheeks were flushed dark, realising how that may have sounded.

“just..got broader.” you clarified through another whisper, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment.

“been working out a lot more.” he murmured down at you, ducking his head a little so that he could meet your eyes, a small smile forming.

you nibbled your lip with a little nod, fingers brushing against the ends of his hair.

jungkook knew you loved the size difference between you, but it truly didn’t compare to how fucked it made his mind go. it was the first thing he had noticed when you opened the door again - how despite your heels, you were still so much shorter. it drove him insane, especially now that he was bigger. feeling you curled into his chest like this, all safe and protected, it made him feel wanted. to have you notice it, address it even so shyly; fuck. it ruined him.

by the time he had reached the bottom floor, your cheeks were still heated, dreading the fact he would have to let you go when all you wanted was to curl into him even deeper. to think ten minutes ago you had so much anxiety when now, he was actively conversing with you all whilst carrying you, it felt euphoric.

the driver stood outside of the car, the same man who drove you both to events when you were still together. your eyes widened a little as you watched him open the back door for you both, all whilst you were still leisurely held in his arms.

your embarrassment returned instantly.

“put me down!” you hissed quietly.

jungkook looked at you, unaffected. “why?”

“because your driver is literally staring at us, jungkook!”

the poor man looked away with a growing smile. he had missed seeing his boss so carefree, knowing that he was only like this when the situation pertained to you.

he smirked faintly. “he’s driven us around for years, baby. pretty sure he’s seen us do a lot worse.”

your mouth fell open, swatting his chest. “jungkook!”

that finally earned you a proper smile, brief but enough to knock the very air out of your lungs, your too large eyes drinking it in almost desperately. he was so handsome it hurt, and it wasn’t until now you realised how much you had missed his smile.

carefully, he gently lowered you to the ground, making sure you were comfortable on your feet.

his hands lingered. neither of you moved.

your faces were suddenly so close once more as your hands had slid down from his neck, but remained in contact, fingers digging into his chest faintly to feel him. the city noise faded around you and into the background as he looked down at you with an emotion that could only be classed as longing.

“you good?” he asked softly.

you nodded too quickly. “mhm.”

liar.

his eyes dropped to your lips once more, eyeing the gloss almost hungrily - would it taste like the strawberry you always applied? sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he’d remember the flavour.

then, like he had to physically pull himself back, he stepped closer to the car and gestured to it slowly.

“after you.”

you slid into the backseat first, smoothening your dress as it rode up your body, all whilst your pulse hammered harshly.

the interior of the car was sleek, donned in a luxurious black leather whilst it remained dimly lit in the back, with enough enough space to stretch out your legs. the scent of jungkook’s cologne was addicting, and you immediately recognised it to be the one you had bought him on your last anniversary together, your heart fluttering at the thought.

once he climbed in beside you, you realised how intimate the space actually was.

jungkook sat close enough for his thigh to brush against yours, broad shoulders taking up far too much room whilst the driver shut the door quietly behind him.

neither of you acknowledged the contact. it somehow made it worse.

it wasn’t until the divider between the front and the back began slowly sliding upwards, offering a layer of privacy that your breath caught audibly.

jungkook noticed - of course he fucking noticed. he couldn’t stop staring at you, especially now that he had you trapped here, pushed against him like you belonged with a drive ahead of you. god, the things he wanted to do to you in this dress were sinful at best, but he had to practise restraint, no matter how much it took out of him.

he leaned back, one arm sliding over to the top of your seat, where although he wasn’t touching you, you slyly leaned in just to have more of his warmth. it felt so familiar, so nauseatingly natural that anything other would have felt wrong.

he watched as your thighs pressed together.

fuck.

“you nervous?” he asked in his low voice, jaw ticking.

your eyes slowly shifted, finally meeting his gaze. through a shaky laugh, one without humour, you nodded. “obviously.”

he softened at that, sharpness melting away to reveal the tenderness below.

“it’s just me, y/n.”

you felt so hyperaware of everything. the rain that tapped softly against the tinted windows, and the gentle purr of the car engine beneath you. the feel of jungkook’s thigh soothed you, whilst his heavy gaze unnerved you - a cocktail mix that felt so entirely him.

you could feel his eyes on you before you even looked up. once you did, your breath caught at the intensity of his stare - not polite. certainly not subtle. his gaze moved over you, up and down, like he couldn’t help himself, like he he’d been trying to hold back the second you opened up the door to your apartment.

“fuck.” he muttered under his breath.

your cheeks flushed pink, whispering his name.

you watched his eyes flush down your body, eyes stuck on your cleavage and the way the material clung to your hips. “look at you.”

you instinctively looked down, shy at the attention but you couldn’t help but crave it. you knew exactly how obsessive jungkook was when it came to you, knew how deeply infatuated he was with every inch of you but seeing it so closely after so long almost felt soothing. it was a reminder that though everything had changed, somethings stayed the same.

his hand moved before you could think too hard about it, cupping under your chin and tilting your face upwards.

“don’t hide from me.”

your stomach tightened, eyelids hooded.

this thumb brushed against your jaw once, so soft, so unbelieving that you were in his arms despite the fact you technically weren’t his anymore. not that he believed that.

“i can’t stop looking at you.” he admitted, tone rougher now. “been trying since you opened the door, but it’s impossible.”

your thighs pressed together immediately, his gaze dropping to the small action. the reaction was subtle, but there - he noticed everything when it came to you.

you suddenly felt so warm.

“you’re staring so hard.” you murmured nervously, fingers twisting together in your lap.

“because you’re driving me fucking crazy.”

the words came out so plainly your eyes widened.

jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, head tipping backwards against his seat all whilst you watched with heavy breath. the far gone part of your mind wanted to track his neck, trace his adam’s apple with your fingers all so he could continue looking at you the way he had been.

he looked devastating like this - broad thighs spread in the backseat with your body pressed against him, his arm slung heavy on the head of your seat. the both of you were a mess for one another, sick in the head with infatuation.

you weren’t stupid. you knew your effect on him, perhaps not to the full extent, but enough to know that nearly a year’s distance between you was enough to drive a man like him insane. his hand dragged over his face with a quiet groan before adjusting himself slightly over his suit trousers.

your eyes flickered downwards before you could stop yourself.

jungkook smiled at the sound of your quiet giggle as you put a hand over your mouth to muffle it, looking up to meet his gaze after noticing he was half hard. all you had done was exist.

“yeah,” he murmured, the sound of your laugh blooming in his chest. “that’s your fault.”

you slapped his thigh gently, although you couldn’t hold back on the continuous giggles that were now leaving you as you felt lighter than you had in what felt like years. he too matched you, the intensity lightening up massively as he let out a quiet laugh despite himself.

“what’d you expect, hm?” he asked, voice soft. “i haven’t seen you in eight months, and now you’re sat next to me looking like this. wearing pink.”

his hand slowly slid over, brushing against your own, fingertips grazing your skin before he intertwined them, gently.

you let him.

the second you curled your hand into his yourself, his expression changed. up until now, it was him losing control, reigning himself in, biting himself down to make sure you were as comfortable as possible but fuck. you were the one touching him now, making sure he could see you intertwine your hands properly, squeezing his hand.

it felt like a confirmation that this was the beginning of a new chapter.

he wanted to scream, to yell on the top of his lungs at the thought of you openly showing him your willingness. his sweet, angel girl; he loved you more than words could describe and he wanted to spend the rest of his life showing you.

“missed this,” he admitted quietly, eyes on your much smaller hand holding his so intimately. “missed you touching me.”

your eyes burned suddenly.

jungkook noticed immediately with a frown, expression softening at the edges.

“hey, baby.” his thumb brushed yours. “don’t cry.”

“m’not crying.” you whispered, though your voice wobbled embarrassingly.

he held you close to him as you both remained quiet for the rest of the journey, though the silence felt welcomed after such a rush and mix of emotions. you had gone from anxiety, to confusion, to excitement, to warmth, to a painful reminder of what once was - it was enough to drive you insane. being around him hurt, but being near him was healing.

rain continued to pitter patter outside as your hands remained intertwined, his fingers gently brushing against yours as he sat there trying to fathom how this was real. you were letting him in, and he could see it, could see how much it was taking out of you and he’d be damned if he fucked it up again. to get a second chance was insanity alone, but to have it with you?

the car began slowing down.

through the tinted windows, you could see a flash of white, people trying to get a glimpse of the elusive ceo they were so obsessed with. you gulped as you watched other powerful business people walk in with their dates, models and celebrities lining up to have their picture taken.

you leaned into him almost immediately.

jungkook held onto you tightly, arm sliding over your waist and gently squeezing. “i’m here. stay by me.”

you nodded quickly, dazed. “okay.”

his eyes lingered on your face for a second too long before he muttered under his breath, almost like he couldn’t help himself. “you look so fucking pretty.”

your heart nearly stopped, meeting his gaze as your shoulders slumped, feeling calm through his sweet words.

the car door opened.

chaos.

jungkook stepped out first and the reaction was everything you had expected and somehow so much more. your eyes blinked as you watched the cameras explode violently, reporters shouting his name from all directions as they desperately tried to get a clear shot of him, knowing he could easily make front page news without having to try.

your heart stopped for a moment.

his back faced everyone else as he turned to you, taking a hold of your hands once more and gently helping you out of the car, smoothening your dress.

the second they saw you? everything multiplied by ten.

genuine screaming was heard from somewhere behind the barricades as you slowly stepped out, your own hand finding jungkook’s for a sense of comfort which he readily gave you, pulling you in a little closer than necessary. the noise was erupting, your vision blinded momentarily by the insane flashes, reports actually tripping over one another to take pictures of you in particular.

this wasn’t normal.

jeon jungkook never brought women anywhere. never entertained rumours, never dated publicly, never stood beside any other woman that hadn’t been you. even then, you had been painfully private, making sure to attend closed events with rare appearances, often opting to support in the shadows as opposed to centre stage as he was forced to.

but now? this was the loudest statement you could have possibly made and it slowly dawned on you both the nature of the decision.

you were telling the world you were ready to start again.

his entire demeanour had changed out here.

you were overwhelmed to say the least, but it was his arms around you that kept you grounded as you clung to him, your smaller frame tucked so delicately within his own that some found themselves putting their cameras down just so they could observe you both.

you were the epitome of love and neither of you even knew it.

ceo jungkook - all cold eyes, sharp jaw, that terrifying calmness. yet every few seconds he ducked his head down, whispering something in your ear that would have you smiling almost shyly back up at him, easing your mind away from the hundreds of people who wanted nothing more than to get a picture of you.

“jungkook over here!”

“is that your ex-wife?”

“are you two back together?!”

“y/n!”

you flinched slightly as the voices got louder the closer you walked down the carpet towards the venue, but it seemed jungkook’s presence only felt bigger.

“don’t look at them.” he whispered down into your ear, words tucked for you and you alone. “look at me.”

stupidly enough, you obeyed almost instantly. his eyes softened at the way you listened so sweetly.

“good girl.” he muttered absentmindedly before guiding you to the entrance and away from the prying eyes outside.

the words hit you far harder than they should have. good girl.

oh you were so fucked.

—

the venue was utterly breathtaking.

golden lighting spilled across towering ceilings whilst soft music played from a live orchestra at one side of the ballroom, so elegant you’re indeed whether you were even appropriately dressed. people stared at you openly, all whilst you and your flushed cheeks looked away, purposefully keeping your gaze vague and avoiding eye contact with most. glasses clinked together as powerful figures mingled amongst themselves, professional cameras still set up inside.

and yet, none of it compared to the way people reacted to jungkook.

conversations paused when he walked by, people straightening up. executives who had once terrified you now looked nervous approaching him and it reminded you exactly who he was outside of your relationship.

jeon jungkook was a terrifyingly cold, business man. he was untouchable and unfeeling, everything that made a powerful man powerful and then there was you. his one weakness.

his hand remained firm against the small of your back possessively, claiming you as his own in front of anyone who could see. you loved when he was like this, all brooding and dark as though anyone even had a chance to steal him from you - silly man. even now, with months of distance between you and a divorce, you were all his.

“breathe, baby.” he reminded with a quiet hum in your ear.

“i am breathing.” your cheeks warmed.

“barely.”

you shot him a look, though it was void of any real annoyance as he guided you further into the room. you couldn’t help but admire him openly, all whilst he scanned the room, not realising how deep you were falling into your own thoughts. he really had gotten so much bigger, with his chest so wide you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like under your hands. his shoulders too.

you had spent the entire drive trying not to stare at him. you had failed. miserably.

“drink?”

he pulled you out of your thoughts with a little gasp, realising you had been openly checking him out much to his pleasure. you found yourself nodding, nibbling away at your lip. “yes please.”

the words came out too fast, awarding you with a small laugh as he turned towards the bar.

your eyes followed him automatically.

that was another problem entirely. you see, no matter where jungkook stood, attention naturally followed. men greeted him immediately, keen to get into his good books whilst women openly stared, hoping to garner his fancy and yet he was completely and entirely uninterested. his gaze flickered back to you every few moments, as though he still couldn’t believe you were right there, just for him. just because he had asked you to come.

your chest squeezed painfully at the thought.

he returned only a few moments later with two champagne glasses, handing you yours to which you took with a nervous smile.

“thank you.”

your fingers brushed his purposefully. small, barely noticeable.

oh, but how jungkook had noticed. he noticed everything when it came to you and judging from the way his throat bobbed, taking a large sip of his drink, you knew that your poor ex husband was certainly not able to handle your charm.

the champagne helped much quicker than you were expecting it to.

after the first glass, the tension in your shoulders completely eased but it was the second that had you transforming. your overthinking thoughts ceased to exist, as the warmth in your blood brought out a shade of pink in your face that jungkook couldn’t look away from. standing close to him suddenly felt less terrifying and so much more thrilling.

a dangerous combination - especially when jungkook was looking at you with so much hunger.

a buzz had settled deep into your bloodstream, your brain slightly away with the fairies as you continued to sip, looking up at him. your other hand darted out, fingers trailing over his stomach openly, over to where the buttons of his suit sat. what was an absentminded action to you, tipsy, was enough to have jungkook almost shaking.

you were braver when you had alcohol in you, that much had been true your entire relationship, but even this felt quite insane. he watched as your fingers trailed up and down, sliding up to where his chest was only to drop lower and lower. it wasn’t until your fingertips were brushing the top of his suit trousers that he grabbed your hand.

you pouted at him, head tilted. “why?”

your whine had his shoulders rolling.

“because,” he said slowly, voice rough beneath the sound of the orchestra. “you’re getting handsy.”

your lips patted in faux innocence. “am not.”

jungkook stared at you half in disbelief and other half amusement, still holding your hand that he now pressed to his chest firmly. your fingers had nearly slipped below his waistband, a thought that had him nearly taking you home then and there but he knew it was because the alcohol was making you brave - his tipsy girl. his palm engulfed yours, feeling your fingers wriggle underneath to continue your plans with a slight whine but he was both firm and possessive, not letting you go.

you pressed your thighs together again.

this was the champagne.

he knew it, knew it to be a dangerous mix - the alcohol and your naturally clingy personality once you got comfortable, all combined with the eight months apart meant you were now simply doing whatever your heart wanted with little care to your mind.

your cheeks warmed as you watched him stare down at you, gaze heavier than anything all evening. it seemed the longer you were both in each other’s presence, despite how long you’d spent apart, the more bold you were getting - but could you be blamed? he might have been your ex husband but he still belonged to you, and you knew you were still entirely his, a fucked up fact that meant you were both drawn to each other in ways that meant you could never move on.

multiple months of healing all gone to shit in a single night, with a few drinks. who were you both kidding - moving on wasn’t an option. even you could see that now.

your fingers flexed under his hold, people secretly watching you both interact with bated breath. they couldn’t believe this was the same jungkook they were afraid of, made to mush at the hands of the pretty woman in front of him. he was but a man afterall.

rather than pulling away, your fingers simply curled around the fabric of his suit jacket, fingers touching his shirt purposefully to elicit another reaction out of him. he had reduced you to putty in the drive over and perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but you wanted him to feel the same.

jungkook was quiet. too quiet.

jaw slightly slack as he took you in, you touching him like his body belonged to you and you alone. he relished in the fact you knew it just as well as he did.

he had missed this so much. just the feel of you, no matter how innocent you pretended to be, skin on skin. it felt like a promise.

and now, you were standing here, head tilted to stare up at him properly whilst looking through pretty lashes that batted at him subconsciously.

it was driving him insane.

“you’re staring again.” you hummed at him. his eyebrows narrowed. “because you keep touching me.”

you tried to bite down the smile that began to form on your lips as your fingers continued to flex, soon finding his heartbeat to confirm your suspicious. oh, he was a mess underneath your hand.

“you don’t seem to mind.”

his jaw flexed. you heard him curse under his breath, calling you a fucking minx which only had you giggling just as quietly. it was a powerful thing to have a man as influential as jungkook so weak in the knees for you, and you couldn’t deny the affect it was having on your mind. he snaked a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him in a way that was absolutely not becoming of the environment you were in.

“keep this shit up and i’ll take you home.” he promised quietly, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

unfortunately for him, you had no intention of stopping. especially when you had just begun.

“promise?” you whispered back, eyes wide with a faux innocence you knew he wanted to ruin.

his jaw clenched again, blood half boiling at how cheeky you were being and cock hardening by how badly he wanted to ruin you. had this been any other circumstance, you’d already be in the bathroom with your dress to your chest, being pounded into by the only man who knew exactly how to ruin you until you were well bred.

but alas - this night was about proving himself to you, and no matter how hard you made him, he knew he had to do this right.

and so, instead, he pinched you at your waist slightly, pulling an airless squeak out of you before he brushed his lips against your ear.

“behave.”

the word should have been warning enough, but instead, warmth fluttered through you, rushing through your stomach so violently you pressed against him further. jungkook nearly hissed, watching how reactive you were for him, with your hooded eyes and slack jaw.

fuck.

his hands were all over you, with little care to who was watching and you knew tomorrow you’d be mortified when you remembered how brazen you had both been, but it was hard not to feel addicted when you were both feeling the same way. you giggled lightly, hiding your face in his chest momentarily before meeting his gaze.

“you’re very confident for someone i divorced.” you playfully hummed.

at that, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. “didn’t stop you from getting your pretty hands all over me.”

the alcohol was well into your system as you found yourself giggling once more, fully hiding yourself in his chest to which he wrapped his arms around you properly, the two of you whispering and laughing together as though it was the most natural thing in the world. jungkook’s colleagues, rivals and admirers all watched you both in genuine curiosity at the way you were so well suited. two people, quietly infatuated with one another - it was toothache inducing.

the conversation between you both remained playful, with his thumb tracing your bottom lip at one point muttering something about how badly he wanted to know how your lip gloss tasted. an hour in and you were both practically trying to one up each other with how far you could take it, leaving you both laughing whilst trying to stay quiet.

this is what you had missed. joy. comfort. being around him in a way that didn’t feel like you were fighting to prove something. it had been so long since you’d felt this carefree that you realised pretty quickly that you couldn’t let him ago again. it was a horrible thought at first, realising that the past few months may have been for naught but perhaps absence did make the heart fonder.

soon enough, you had been there close enough two hours and jungkook had done the rounds once you settled in, less tipsy but still buzzed. you met his new business partners, clients you hadn’t seen in a while, a mixture of familiar faces and people you had only ever heard about. neither of you commented on the fact he introduced you intimately, with a heavy arm around your waist.

it genuinely felt like no time had past with the way you both felt so comfortable, the dynamics between you natural considering he had been the one constant in your life for the past fifteen years. you sipped on your glass of water as you listened to his conversation half mindedly, watching him discuss a new company contract with one of his shareholders.

it wasn’t until you heard a voice echo throughout the ballroom announcing the beginning of the charity auction that the conversation came to an end. jungkook immediately took a hold of your hand, planting a cheeky kiss to your knuckles with a slight smirk, before leading you towards the front of the room where the different things on auction sat to be admired over.

“c’mon.”

you followed him easily, hands intertwined whilst you walked side by side, champagne now a dull buzz in your body. people moved around you respectfully, all whilst their eyes lingered on you much longer than needed. could you blame them? you were the infamous woman that had managed to lock down the one man that seemed disinterested in everything, so much so that you had him laughing and flushing pink every time you so much as looked at him. the divorced couple that looked anything but divorced.

oh, they were staring indeed, with hushed whispers and even quieter questions.

your attention drifted lazily over the displayed pieces, politely but nothing quite caught your interest, your eyebrows pulling up at some of the art pieces named. it wasn’t until you reached the very end that you found yourself stopped in your tracks.

jungkook noticed, he too coming to a stop to glance over at you only for his gaze to follow yours. he immediately understood.

beneath warm lighting sat a painting, inconspicuous to most considering it was much smaller than the grand pieces to the left, but it had your eyelashes fluttering

white gardenias.

your breath left you quietly.

it wasn’t just flowers - it was an oil painting, textured with strokes of green, ivory and creams whilst petals cascaded over one another so delicately your heart ached. the background dat moodier, darker compared to the softness of the flower leaving you in a state of utter awe for a few moments, all whilst holding the hand of your ex-husband who watched you with bated breath.

it was beautiful.

you stepped closer unconsciously, hardly aware of yourself.

jungkook didn’t think he’d ever seen you look at something with this much wonder, in all of the years he had known you. it did something to him, to watch you genuinely in awe at something he could so easily give you - it made him realise he needed provide it for you just to see that look again and again and again and again and again.

he felt this throat tighten, a harsh lump forming the longer he watched you admire it. the way your glossy lips parted, eyes widened and fingers tracing the air in front of it - donned in the same diamond necklace he had gotten you years prior. the same necklace he’d bought you after you murmured something about diamonds resembling stars late one night as you curled into him in your shared bed.

and here you were, wearing it, all whilst your hand curled inside his as though you had never been more at peace. that did something to him. something he couldn’t quite describe.

your fingers moved to brush over the small description plaque underneath, reading the inspiration for the piece with a small, choked huff - devotion. enduring, eternal love through trial and tribulation through each season of life.

your own throat tightened then. of course.

“gardenias are difficult flowers..they die so easily if you don’t take care of them.” you found yourself whispering; straightening your back and avoiding his gaze to bite back any tears that wanted to appear.

his chest tightened violently.

all he could think about was the little apartment you had both shared when you were younger, when he barely had any money to get you by each month. the one with the poor lighting and the janky sink - you used to sit by the window each morning whilst he got ready for work, whispering sweet things down at them because you believed it would help them grow.

he remembered every single detail.

“you kept yours alive for months.” he whispered back, the hand that was clasped in yours now intertwining your fingers, as though he could project his memories back to you.

you blinked back at him, eyes glassy, surprised slightly. you hadn’t expected him to remember something so small and insignificant.

how could jungkook could ever forget a single thing about you?

a small smile pulled at your lips. “i used to get upset whenever they’d lose petals.”

“you cried once.” he corrected.

you rolled your eyes. “shut up!”

he only shrugged, lips twitching. “had to console you all night.”

“i thought i killed it!”

his quiet laugh nearly knocked the air from your lungs, all whilst he pulled you back into him, breathing in the scent from your hair before taking you to your shared table, where the auction was about to begin. your fingers remained curled around his own, all whilst he helped you sit down, fixing your dress for you.

he physically couldn’t pull away from you, couldn’t stop touching you even as you began conversing to the woman beside you, who jungkook recognised as one of his shareholders. his thigh was pressed against yours, all whilst his hand sat heavy in your lap, both of your hands playing with his fingers absentmindedly.

the different items came on stage as you watched people bid, raising their panels whilst some shouted out their numbers for more exclusive pieces. you couldn’t help your giggles, leaning over to whisper in jungkook’s ear whenever you’d see more excited people, all for him to lean into you with an equal smile. the two of you were being silly, and it felt fun for once.

by the time the gardenia painting finally appeared, your posture straightened as you tapped on his hand with a wiggle of your eyebrows. jungkook watched you with a lazy grin, eyes flicking over your face.

cute.

the bidding started much lower than you expected, causing you to frown. “that’s it?”

he nearly laughed, seeing your passion for your flowers. “art’s subjective, baby.”

“yeah, well everyone is wrong..so.”

fuck. he loved you so much.

you watched as someone raised their paddle, and then another, and another. a bidding war began as your head bounced between people, watching in utter curiosity though a part of you wondered what it would be like to bid yourself. ironically for you, you were completely unaware of the man beside you staring at your profile like he wanted to devote the rest of his life to you.

“two million.”

your eyebrows raised.

“two and a half!” someone else shouted, causing you to play with his fingers a little faster almost out of excitement.

“hope someone who actually appreciates it gets it.” you leaned over to whisper into his ear, lips brushing against his cheek in the process.

his jaw ticked.

game on.

just as someone shouted out, claiming three million, jungkook ran a hand through his hair before raising his panel, dark eyes trained on the auctioneer.

“five million.”

your head snapped sideways so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, all whilst jungkook sat completely calm, hand raised lazily as though this was easy. like he hadn’t just dropped five million as though it was nothing.

“jungkook!” you whispered, eyes wide. he merely hummed back at you, hand still intertwined with yours. “hm?”

“what are you doing?!”

“getting you your painting.”

you stared at him in disbelief.

across the room, multiple people were openly whispering now, glancing between you because everyone could recognise what was exactly happening. this wasn’t ego - this was love.

obsessive, and terrifying love.

another bidder raised their paddle almost nervously, calling out a measly “five and a half” after a moment of hesitation.

“seven million.”

an audible murmur fluttered through the room just as you grabbed onto his arm with a large gasp, eyes widening as though he was batshit insane. “jungkook, stop!”

he finally looked at you, small smile playing on his lips at the sight of you so shocked. it was so cute the way you were practically toppling over your seat, a reminder that despite being with him, you had never really dabbled in his wealth whatsoever despite it all belonging to you.

a large shout of ‘sold’ was heard by all, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. his eyes admired you, from your lips to your eyes, your shaking hands that were both clinging to his thigh, your cleavage that had dipped even further than earlier. fuck. you were the epitome of everything he had ever wanted.

“you wanted it.” he whispered to you, as though that was all he needed, as though it was enough of a reason to spend seven million in one night with a flick of his wrist.

your eyes near enough watered at his words, knowing that nothing had ever described jungkook better.

—

things between you and jungkook had settled into something dangerous.

not enough to call yourselves fixed, or enough to place a label onto whatever fragile thing had formed between you, but enough that your days seemed lighter. having him back in your life meant you were happy again, and actually excited - finally feeling whole in ways that no one else quite understood.

he called more often now.

what started off as phone calls sometimes briefly between meetings, something about using your voice to destress before important gatherings. they quickly turned to late night facetimes where both of you laid in bed, half naked, chatting until either of you would fall asleep. some nights they turned into something darker, dirtier, with a slip of your night dress to show him more all whilst he’d grunt and hiss at the sight, whispering all of the things he wanted to do to you.

it was beginning to feel domestic, familiar even. so terrifyingly easy.

you realised pretty quickly that somewhere along the way, between late night conversations and soft laughs exchanged, you had began falling deeply in love again.

hard.

he had been away on business ever since the gala a few weeks ago, with him currently stationed in hong kong over some important stakeholder meetings. you knew he was incredibly stressed over it, given the frequency of his calls - always at odd times during the day and night, sometimes with the intention of just looking at your face as though it was the only motivator he needed.

the time difference was more irritating than you had expected, and yet he still managed to find a way to accommodate to your schedule as opposed to his.

your favourite so far had been a simple picture of the skyline view from his hotel, taken at three am with a caption of ‘wish you were here.’

you hated how much those four words affected you.

pathetic, really. how even now, you’d kick your feet in excitement over any message sent from your ex husband.

it had become routine now, to expect messages from him with each waking moment, calls when the workload was heavier. perhaps that was exactly why the silence that afternoon felt so particularly loud.

you were curled into your couch, opting to work from home as you were in his jumper and a pair of flimsy shorts. you hummed quietly as you balanced your laptop on your thighs, all whilst a random entertainment news channel played in the back to offer some noise in your otherwise quiet apartment.

your ears perked up once you heard jungkook’s name somewhere in the background.

your attention barely lifted at first, no doubt another gossip sesh on how attractive he was which often made you giggle, but this felt different.

“ceo jeon jungkook spotted in hong kong alongside mystery woman-“

your stomach dropped.

the laptop slipped from your thighs and onto the couch cushion, all whilst your head snapped towards the television, reaching for the remote to turn it up. the image splashed across the screen, all whilst you sat there, smaller than anything, watching.

jungkook.

beside him, an undeniably beautiful woman.

she was tall, elegant, dressed sharply in a suit practically created for her whilst cameras flashed at them harshly, exiting a building together. the headline underneath made your chest cave in further.

‘global heartthrob ceo finally moving on after the divorce?’

you stared. and stared, and stared, and stared, and stared, and stared until your knees had slowly slid to the ground, your back touching the couch whilst the entertainment show droned on and on about the details of your relationship with jungkook, about how smitten you had both seen at the gala, how they were the first to break this exclusive news.

your brain knew better. you knew jungkook like the back of your hand and logically, you fucking knew better. jungkook was so many things, but he had always placed you and your emotions first, your priorities, your necessities, your life - your wants and needs transcended everything else. you had never asked for it to be this way, it was just the way he was.

even during your separation, he had never looked at a woman twice. you knew that.

but logic had never been able to defeat insecurity.

all you could think, all you could see, based off of a single image was how she fit beside him. how effortless it looked, how beautiful she was, how successful. so poised and polished - she was everything a woman who stood beside jungkook ought to have been and it was killing you in real time.

the worst thing of all was the realisation that he didn’t belong to you.

all of this emotion, this horrible feeling inside your chest and soul - you were the one to divorce him. you had been the one that demanded it end back then, no matter how much he had begged you to see reason, believing that it was the correct step forward for the both of you. he had every right to move onto someone else, had every right to actually step forward towards something new.

and yet the thought of him belonging to someone else felt the closest to grief you had ever felt in your life.

your phone rang violently loud beside you, droning out the words of the presenter and making you jump slightly.

jungkook.

your eyes burned instantly.

the phone continued to ring and ring across the sofa cushion as you stared at his contact picture, a photo taken on your anniversary a few years ago that you could never bring yourself to change. your chest rose unevenly as another harsh wave of emotion hit you.

you couldn’t do this.

not after you had spent the past few months trying not to think about him, only for him to come back into your life.

the call rang out.

then another came. and another. and another.

your phone was blowing up with a mixture of calls and messages, each vibration making your heart ache so much worse as the topic changed on the tv, talking about some other celebrity gossip all whilst you felt your entire life collapse before your very eyes.

with shaking hands and teary orbs, you turned your phone off.

you burst into tears.

the rest of the day was spent being utterly miserable. you had never felt so pathetic in all of your life, with pain running up and down your veins in a way that genuinely left you almost debilitated. the last time you were this heartbroken, you were a fresh divorcee.

the curtains remained shut despite the afternoon sun outside, your apartment dim besides the soft flicker of the television that continued playing mindlessly in the background. at some point, you had dragged yourself towards your bed with tears still streaming down your face, his oversized jumper now heavy on your frame.

you hated this version of yourself.

hated how deeply this had affected you despite knowing better. you knew him better than this, had enough trust in him and yet you couldn’t barter with what was directly in front of you - months after rebuilding a sense of confidence all for it to shatter over one measly, gossip channel.

you closed your eyes, images of the beautiful woman stood beside him flooding your mind causing you to open them up again with a quiet whimper. so composed and effortless. untouched by the devastation eating you alive.

by morning, your chest was in genuine pain.

you looked awful too.

your eyes were swollen, red with the continuous tears all night whilst your skin felt sunken and dull, the early morning sun hitting your skin from glimpses through your blinds. you forced yourself out of your bed and into your shower, trying to rid the plaguing thoughts out of your body. you failed, spending the majority of it quietly crying.

by the time you were in the living room again, your nose was just as pink as your eyes, hands shaky and body adorned in an old t-shirt you had secretly stolen from his wardrobe back when you were packing to leave. you curled weakly into the couch, blanket curled onto your legs as you begged your body to rid the horrible stomach ache that had now found home inside you.

your phone remained switched off, somewhere under the blanket, still left there from yesterday. you reached for the remote.

you just wanted mindless noise.

instead, the television flickered to life and you found your breath catching harshly for the umpteenth time within 24 hours.

breaking news banners on every channel you came across.

jeon jungkook.

a whimper pulled up out of your throat at the sight of his images everywhere, your fingers tightening around the blanket before you turned the volume up.

“the ceo has officially filed legal proceedings against multiple media outlets this morning following yesterday’s false dating allegations-“

your heartbeat began thundering. you sat up immediately.

another clip appeared instantly, reporters practically tripping over one another in front of jungkook’s main company building, cameras flashing in hopes of getting a picture of anyone who could answer for anything.

“the statement released by jeon jungkook’s legal team less than half an hour ago reads as follows-“

the screen shifted, and suddenly, there it was. cold white text against a black background that had your breathing stopping completely.

“the allegations regarding ceo jeon jungkook are entirely false. the individual photographed was present for a scheduled business meeting attended by multiple executives and investors. legal action will be taken against all parties responsible for the deliberate spread of false information and invasion of privacy.”

your throat tightened harshly.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the presenter stop, looking at the camera momentarily, before her voice completely softened.

“as for the final portion of the statement, many online are expressing surprise regarding the unusually personal nature of his response as he personally commented-“

more text appeared.

you scanned it once. twice.

over and over and over until a harsh sob was ripped from your lips.

“i have never entertained nor pursued any romantic involvement with anyone.

there has only ever been one woman.”

a broken sound tore from your throat as your hand flew to your mouth, fresh tears spilling from eyes so fast that you couldn’t see the tv. your heart felt like it had been picked up from the ground, cradled and cherished after being pierced over and over all night, attacked without any reprise.

you couldn’t believe what you were reading.

jungkook, your jungkook? so private and reserved, not willing to give one inch of himself to anyone other than you and yet here he was, making himself as clear as possible. he was telling everyone with ears that you were his but more importantly, he belonged to you and you alone.

he despised media attention, it truly was the one thing he hated more than anything and the both of you would often laugh at rumours and random things stated in the tabloids because they were all bullshit.

and yet he has made a statement publicly.

for you.

your chest cracked at the thought as you covered your face with both hands, sobbing harder and harder.

before you could wallow further, a loud banging erupted from the front door.

the sound tore so violently through the apartment, you jumped - startled on the couch whilst your heart leapt to your throat. the slight fear had your tears stopping immediately, allowing for enough of a shock to regulate your mind for a few moments.

another knock came before you could even process it. louder, and louder, and louder.

“baby!”

your breath hitched painfully.

jungkook?

his voice sounded wrecked. not the calm, controlled man the world knew, nor the eerie ceo who often stood emotionless in front of the cameras whilst deals worth billions sat heavy on his shoulders. this was your jungkook - the one who loved you much too hard, half unravelled whenever the conversation pertained to you.

“open the door.” he shouted again, along another collective banging. his voice cracked slightly. “please..”

you stared into space for just a moment, your mind unable to comprehend what was happening before your legs carried you to the door, through the hallway. you slipped on your blanket slightly, already shaking body weaker than usual given the past twenty four hours, all whilst hot, heavy tears burned in your eyes once more.

another knock.

“baby, c’mon..”

the second your shaking hands unlocked the door, it swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind it, as though jungkook couldn’t believe you had actually heard him.

he looked utterly destroyed.

he stood, still in a suit that now sat disheveled on his frame, black tie loosened around his throat, white shirt wrinkled as though he had been in it for hours. his usually pushed back hair was messy, pulled at and tugged through large hands any time he had realised the depths of emotion you were no doubt feeling looking at the news - if the shoe was on the other foot, and jungkook had seen news of you and another man; he would’ve happily burnt the world to a crisp.

the second he saw you, his entire face fell apart, anger long dissipating.

“fuck.” he whispered, heaving out a breath.

his oversized shirt sat on your body, engulfing your smaller frame, swallowing you whole in a way that had his breath taken away. it was your eyes that broke him, however, as they looked so swollen, no doubt from crying so hard, your cheeks still damp and lips still quivering enough that he watched you bite down on them.

you watched his throat bob harshly, watched his eyes flicker over yourself frantically like he was trying to assess how badly you had been hurting without him here to comfort you. the thought terrified him.

that was all it took for a sob to rip out of your chest so painfully your knees almost buckled. your hands flew up to your face.

immediately, his arms shot out, cradling you almost harshly to him with one large arm completely covering you whilst his large hand pressed against the back of your head, holding you close to him as though this was the only remedy for a situation like this. his sweet girl. his sweet, sweet girl.

“i called you for nineteen fucking hours.” he said, eyes darting down at you desperately.

you couldn’t stop crying. “i know.”

“your phone was off.” his voice broke slightly, as though the situation had hurt him beyond words. “that scared me, y/n.” he admitted, chest heaving a little.

your crying only worsened immediately because of course it scared him - jeon jungkook, a man who’s entire identity was you and you alone. the prospect of losing you for the second time would surely be enough to kill him, and yet answering his calls felt like the last thing you could bring yourself to do.

“i tried not to think like that,” you choked out through hiccups. “i know you wouldn’t, logically i know but just kept seeing the pictures of you beside her and..”

your chest was heaving.

“stop talking about her.”

the words came out sharp, almost harsh.

his hand slipped to cup your face, holding your jaw in place whilst his arm slipped down, cupping your body to him so you could rest, his own strength supporting you up. his eyes were wild.

“don’t,” he repeated quieter, chest rising and falling. “don’t..stand here and..fuck, don’t compare yourself to someone else for even a second over some shitty tabloid.”

you couldn’t stop crying. it was as though that was all you could do.

“jungkook..”

“no.” he cut in immediately, voice cracking at the edges. “you don’t get it.”

he stood before you, a cocktail mix of utter despair and devotion, all whilst anger and fear simmered on the surface, every emotion open on his face to the point he almost felt unrecognisable. you knew he loved you, could see it painted on his features for the world to see but you weren’t sure when his feelings for you had become his very destruction. it scared you.

his hand shook around your face.

“you think i flew half a day because of a fucking dating rumour?” his eyes glazed over. “i don’t give a fuck about the tabloids, baby, you know that. i was scared because i know what this would do to you. i know your brain.”

your breath hitched.

“i know you.” he repeated, hands continuing to shake against you. “know how your mind gets. i know you’d sit here and cry over this shit when you know i would never touch another woman.”

another harsh sob clawed up your throat, and jungkook heaved at the sight as though it was the worst sound he had ever heard.

“look at me.” he pleaded suddenly.

his hands dropping from your body as he suddenly dropped to his knees - a man of his stature rendered completely broken by the woman he loved. the amount of people who looked up to him, feared him; the amount of people he dictated on a daily basis and yet here he was, on his knees for you. only you.

“there has never been anyone else.” his voice cracked completely. “not before you, not after you. not after this, no matter what happens, you hear me? it’s you, and it’s always going to be just you.”

your own knees were begging to give out, as you leaned against him, only for him to rest his face against your stomach, breathing you in like a man desperate for your understanding. he wanted you to see, needed you to comprehend the situation at hand. there was no him without you, the concept didn’t exist.

“you’re the only woman i’ve ever loved and there is nothing after you, y/n, because you’re my wife. divorce or not, i don’t give a fuck, i belong to you forever whether you want me or not and i won’t..i can’t have you thinking otherwise.”

your entire body gave in at the admission as you collapsed into him with another heart breaking sob, jungkook holding you like a man terrified he had said too much and truly not enough. for the first time since the divorce, neither of you tried to pretend this wasn’t exactly what it was.

—

the rest of the evening softened after that.

somewhere between the tears and the endless kisses planted to your cheeks, nose, head, hands and stomach came an ease to the panic that had long settled into your bones for the past few months. he refused to let you go, grunting almost childishly whenever you’d move out of his arms to do anything until you found yourself snuggled back into his arms, as though the thought of distance after such a clear cut declaration of love physically pained him.

he looked exhausted now that the adrenaline of the situation had worn off, his under eyes sunken from the exhaustion that had now settled deep into his body. to think he had flown all the way across the world simply because of the thought of you crying all alone over a situation that was so completely false upset him - it made you want to sob all over again.

how could you have ever let him go? how could you proceed forward without him, without him so deeply intertwined in your life once more?

eventually you found an old pair of black shorts mixed in with your clothes from when you had packed your things all those months ago. jungkook had stared at them for a few moments after his shower, towel low on his hips as water droplets slipped down his chest. it had his heart pounding faster than anything yet.

“you kept these?” he murmured down at you, watching the way your eyes flickered up from his physique, small gasp leaving your lips at being caught. “oh! um..must’ve slipped them in by accident.”

he didn’t comment on the fact you were wearing his t-shirt either, despite it hardening his cock.

still, he pulled them on as you settled into bed, your hair still scented from your earlier shower too. you, in his too big top, whilst he grabbed you immediately, shirtless and hands still desperate to hold you in a way he had held back on for so long.

you hummed as your body pressed against his, his figure snaking around your body as a heavy arm curled under your ass as a means to prop you up higher in his arms, causing you to giggle into his neck. your arms wrapped around him too, humming a little under your breath as he breathed in your scent openly.

you both laid there in silence for a long while, breathing. healing.

the room was dark now, with the city lights from afar shining through the slips of your blinds, illuminating slivers of his bare chest beside where your hands sat. you could feel his heartbeat, the way it calmed your already heightened senses as though your body recognised it was finally home.

“missed this.” you whispered into his ear, only snuggling closer to him.

jungkook’s grip, once on your waist, slid down to your ass once more. this time, his palm sat on your ass cheek, fingers digging into your skin whilst breathing you in.

“don’t say shit like that to me when i’m hard.” he grunted, a small smile forming across your lips. you hadn’t even done anything, not that you needed to to get jungkook bothered.

when you pulled him from your neck, his eyes were already glazed over, both of you taking a second to simply stare at one another in the exact way you had wanted for so long. his mouth parted, as his hooded eyes took you in, holding you closer, tighter.

within seconds, his lips touched yours.

slowly, at first, as though he was trying to relearn you after years of you being his. he savoured every moment of your lips against his, especially once you started to kiss him back, both of you uncertain in the beginning but once your hands began to find home in his hair, it was then that jungkook’s touch began to grow in confidence.

he kissed like a man starved, one hand buried in your hair too whilst the other continued to grip your ass possessively, as though physically feeling you was enough to have his mind go into overdrive. every small sound you made went straight to his cock as he swallowed your little sighs and whimpers, only pushing him to kiss you deeper and deeper and deeper.

he was growing desperate, pushing you down against the bed, half hovering over you as he rested on one arm, hand cupping at your thighs, your stomach, your knee. anything he could get his hands on all whilst his tongue explored your mouth as though he had every right.

perhaps he did because despite everything, the divorce and distance, the heartbreak - he still reacted to you like you were the only thing capable of fucking him up.

his lips eventually drifted from your mouth, pressing against your chin, your jaw and finally your neck. oh, this sweet, pretty little neck, he had dreams of marking it up and down every other night and the fact he had you in his arms now, in a bed far too small for the things he so desperately wanted to do to you was everything and more.

jungkook moved, properly hovering over you now just as you moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, pushing your top down your thighs and revealing your lace panties you had conveniently put on. just in case, of course.

he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths as you watched it break apart the further he pulled his head back. just staring at you hurt, with the way your cheeks had flushed and your hair was spread all across the pillow, and your thighs. fuck. the sight of what was between them had him openly groaning down at you.

“need you to tell me to stop baby, or i won’t be able to hold back.” he hissed down at you, feeling your legs tighten around him before he could finish his sentence.

your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, eyes never leaving his as you tugged on it just slightly. jungkook, who’s two hands were on either side of your head, blinked down at you half in awe and other agony, the prospect of you teasing him in a moment like this his literal worst nightmare. you always knew how to make him impatient, said it was the best version of him.

he watched with bated breath as you grabbed one of his arms until his hand was in your own, slowly pushing it under your top to rest on your stomach. it felt heavy on your frame, large palm heating your already hot skin before you pulled him down, other arm wrapping around his neck.

“wanna feel you here, kookie.” you whispered into his ear.

jungkook nearly took you then and there.

his jaw flexed, a heavy leaving his lips as he chased your lips, planting another kiss. “yeah? want kookie deep inside?”

“mhm.” you hummed against him, placing your hand over his on your stomach.

“but haven’t taken me for so long, baby. might be too much.”

you closed your eyes at that - the way he cooed down at you despite telling you how easily he could ruin you, break you. it all felt like too much and yet the empty ache inside of you reminded you it wasn’t enough, causing you to merely nod.

“i don’t care. want it.”

the pout on your lips. fuck. jungkook thanked the gods he was a better man, more patient, especially knowing you were doing this on purpose.

“always used to struggle to take me, hm? fucked you open every night and you’d still cry.”

jungkook reached forward, lips on your neck once more but this time, his hips began chasing yours, grinding down almost harshly, causing you to feel every inch, every vein against the flimsy material you called panties. it was heavenly

your hands grabbed him by his biceps, smaller hands unable to wrap around the circumference of his skin. how could you forget your nights of passion? he would spend hours between your legs, so mean, orgasm after orgasm and he still wouldn’t feel satisfied, an insatiable man to his core. even on nights you’d argue, it would somehow end in you fucking which meant the last eight months had been utter hell.

your poor fingers couldn’t reach far enough and nothing brought you to an orgasm unless you thought of him, imagining it was own digits instead of your own.

silly you - if only you realised how similar you and jungkook were. he couldn’t get off unless he was on your instagram, staring at your pretty eyes and lips as he tugged on his cock with all of his energy, round after round after round only to be constantly dissatisfied. having you below him, so ready to be his again? it fucked with his head.

“you'll make it fit.” you whispered.

within mere moments, neither of you could wait. his shorts, alongside the large tshirt that originally belonged to him were on the floor, leaving you in your lacy panties alone. his boxers strained against his hardened length which oozed precum at the mere sight of you, hips bucking a little as you watched him groan out loud at the wet patch forming against the flimsy material.

“my pretty pussy.” he whispered, just as he parted your legs. his fingers pushed your panties to the side, almost hissing from how damp they were, knowing you must have been needy for a while. “missed her. you’ve been holding out on me, baby.”

your eyelashes fluttered up at him at the first touch of his fingers running up and down your slit. you let out an airy moan, barely audible, your body immediately easing back into the covers now that you could finally feel him on you.

he suckled on your neck whilst he circled your clit, knowing your body better than anyone. you were both so in tune with each other’s wants and needs that an eight month break between you both meant nothing when he bit against the sweet spot on your neck all whilst applying more pressure.

you squeaked, nails digging into his biceps at the harshness of his fingers.

“fuck, you’re so needy.” he grunted, pulling away from your neck after leaving a hefty purple bruise. “not been touching your pussy the way it needs.”

“doesn’t feel..” you moaned louder. “doesn’t feel good if you don’t do it.”

his eyes almost rolled back at that. “yeah? need kookie to be the one to touch you?”

“mhm.”

at that, he pulled his hand away only resulting in a loud whine from you. so cruel, to have been given a taste, only to have it pulled away from you.

your positions, however, suddenly changed as jungkook realised the space on the bed was much smaller compared to the bed you had once shared. he rested his back on your wooden bed frame before grabbing you properly, resting you in his lap against his too hard cock, spreading your legs wide.

your back was against his chest, all whilst he caged you in, his fingers returning to your cunt immediately.

this new position had you so much more exposed, as he pushed your thighs apart, index finger circling your hole before slowly pushing inside. your eyebrows furrowed, watching him with a shake to your breath as he took his time, knowing a single one of his was the equivalent of two or three of your own - a though that had him wanting to fuck into you already.

the loud moan that left your lips once he fully inserted it was enough to have him kissing at your temple, cooing.

“like that?”

“feels big.” you whispered back with a shake, feeling him pump in and out.

at that, jungkook thought he was ready to fucking cum. even your pussy was as sweet as you were - too big? one finger and you were already fucked out, but he knew he had to stretch you to accommodate him, a thought that brought a nasty little smirk on his face.

“gotta fuck you open, baby. always so tight.” he continued to coo at you, all as you looked up at him, his finger being joined with another.

soon enough, he was roughly fingering you, all whilst you both maintained eye contact, often breaking it just to share a kiss as though neither of you could get closer to the other. the feeling of him inside you, just like you had become used to for so many years after months apart was the definition of pleasure, your eyes hooded with each pump.

“feels s’good.” you slurred slightly, chest heaving.

he watched your breasts, your bed squeaking with each passing movement and he fucking loved it. loved having your eyes on him, loved having your tits bounced everytime he’d fuck you open a little harder, your sweet moans filling the space.

you could feel how hard he was, but everytime you tried to turn to pleasure him too, he’d merely hold you tighter, as though your orgasm was the only objective on his mind. he wanted to eat you out, fuck - the thought had him all but growling at you but he knew he’d never last, promising himself he’d save that for later tonight.

“wish you knew how many times i’ve dreamt about this.” he grunted down at you, as he watched your thighs try to close from the onslaught of pleasure, only for him to widen them immediately. “i’m constantly fisting my cock thinking about you. at work, at home, in the fucking car.”

“what do you think about?” you pressed desperately, needing to hear it.

jungkook bared his teeth at you slightly, all whilst his pace quickened. “think about breeding you, pumping you full of cum till you’re begging me to stop. every morning, every night until you’re pregnant with our baby. you’d like that, hm?”

you could have sobbed. like was an understatement, your legs widening with each passing word as you nodded almost desperately at him, looking up and above where his head tilted down to watch you.

your eyes then fluttered shut at the image of him touching himself, almost shuddering out of relief at the thought of him so infatuated that he had to cum just to get you off of his mind. especially at work - the whole reason of your divorce being his dedication to his occupation and now knowing you had your affect on him there too? it was euphoric.

“think about you all the time.” you whimpered back at him, pout so cute he wanted to scream. “tried..fuck..tried to touch myself after the gala..but wasn’t enough.”

he watched as you shook your head up at him, one of your hands on his wrist as the same hand pumped faster inside of you at the admission. he cursed under his breath, letting out a deep exhale.

“should’ve told me. fuck, y/n. would’ve ruined you then, baby, you know that right?” he nuzzled into your cheek. “would’ve let you use me as much as you want.”

it was your turn to whimper under your breath, as your eyes shut tight at the familiar feeling in your stomach starting to creep up. it was shocking, how slowly it managed to creep on you, and yet you could feel every inch of its intensity, the first in a long time where you know you’d feel satisfied.

jungkook could feel you clenching, your too tight hole sucking him in desperately as a bid to have him go meaner on you, to which he was more than happy to oblige with. he grabbed your chin with his other hand, forcing your head back so you’d open your eyes again. he wanted to watch.

“eyes on me, pretty girl.”

you weren’t sure if it was the sweet way he cooed at you, or the brutal pace he was now forcing you to take but your orgasm hit you like a freight train. you let out a loud squeak as electricity fluttered through from your head to your toes, your hips rising whilst he continued to finger you through your high, hissing at how sexy you looked maintaining eye contact.

his pace didn’t lessen, devoted to longing out every hit of pleasure for as long as possible, your legs shaking as you pawed at his wrist, but he refused to stop. your body began falling into overstimulation, whining loudly as your weakened hands grabbed onto his, feeling him finally slow whilst he remained two fingers deep, pushed inside of you all the way to his knuckles.

he curled them one last time, causing a shaky breath to leave you before slowly removing them inch by inch.

the emptiness inside of you was horrible, a reminder of what else you wanted and how badly. your big eyes met his, only to watch him take his fingers press them against your pouted lips until they parted, your tongue wrapping around. you tasted yourself, a sweet sigh leaving his lips at the sight of you sucking so eagerly, his cock jolting harshly in his boxers.

“still don’t think you can take me right now.” he whispered down at you, other hand moved so it was openly cupping your pussy as a whole, palm brushing against your hypersensitive clit.

you jolted which each passing touch, breathing shaky before you took his fingers out of your mouth, saliva coating them where your slick once was.

“don’t care, kookie. i want it anyway.” you grumbled slightly, and he swore he had never loved you more.

it was your turn to move as you pulled away from his grasp, giggling a little to yourself at the look on his face once you put space between you, only to turn around, so you were laying on your stomach. he remained in his position, legs on either side of you allowing you to press your hand against his massive bulge.

oh, how you’d missed his cock.

you were as impatient as ever as you pulled his boxers down enough so that his fat cock could finally spring free, watching the way it tilted upwards at first, but its weight forced it down lower and lower until it was resting almost gently on your face.

he wanted to take a picture. wanted to make it his screen saver, your contact picture in his phone - he wanted it in his fucking wallet. his girl, eyes all hooded after being bratty for his cock? you were a minx and you didn’t even know it.

“don’t have a condom.” he found himself whispering at you, just as you began to pump him.

you tilted your head at him, hand unable to wrap around his length as you slowly teased his slit, fingers brushing against it just to him shudder. you watched his face, watched his very composure crumble before your very eyes all whilst he muttered something about a condom? your mind was barely working, still sensitive from the way he had made you cum and the horniness still in your stomach.

“why would i want you to wear a condom?” you whispered up at him, as though it was a little secret between you.

you watched his eyes darken in real time, narrowing down at you as both of his large hands grabbed the back of your head. you giggled, resting your cheek on his thigh whilst you continued to pump his cock, focusing on the tip just the way he liked it. the heaviness in your hand was what you missed the most, causing you to leave a little kiss to it on the mushroom tip, your fluttering eyes only driving him more and more insane.

he wouldn’t last like this. not with you staring up at him like that.

and so, he pulled your hair. you whimpered, pussy clenching as he pulled you up by your locks, your large eyes completely taken over by how rough he was being with you, no doubt being fuelled by the heightened emotions of the past two days. this was your favourite jungkook, secretly of course.

within seconds, you were on your back once more, all whilst he grabbed your hips and yanked you close to him. he dropped down to give you a kiss on your lips, savouring the taste and feel of you before beginning to rub his cock up and down your tight hole.

“my girl.” he whispered against your mouth. “no going back after this.”

your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of him teasing you, pushing the tip against your hole only to pull back the second it began inserting, rubbing it up and down and over your clit once more. he was a tease through and through, but you were too needy to see reason.

“don’t wanna go back, want it all.” you simply whimpered back.

your words were enough to finally have him pushing inside of you.

first, the tip. your face contorted to the familiar feel of his cock slowly inserting inside of you, your breath catching slightly at the sheer size of him - you struggled to take him even when your sex life was incredibly active, so you knew now that you hadn’t been touched for eight months, this was going to be hard.

you watched his face harden, all whilst your eyes slipped downwards to see him pushing further in, inch by inch, until your fingernails were puncturing the skin of his outer arms. he watched your face instead, willing himself not to cum at the way your jaw grew slack, big eyes only widening further at the too large cock settling in inside of you.

it was too much, too big, too at once. you couldn’t think, could barely see and yet you couldn’t pull yourself away from watching him bottom out even if you wanted to, a slight bulge evident where he sat deep inside of you. his large hand took a hold of yours and kissed it before pressing it against the bulge, only to rest his own right on top. applying pressure, he hissed at the way you let out a loud whimper, your cute thighs trembling around him.

“feel that?” he whispered down at you, nuzzling your nose to force you to look at him. “thats where i fucking belong. this pussy stretches so good for me every time.”

your lip was already trembling, a sight that had his cock throbbing deep inside of you as you clenched down on him hard. his cry baby - he loved seeing you teary during sex.

you were still adjusting as he began to move, causing you to squeal, but jungkook couldn’t wait anymore, not when he’d been dealt with blue balls for close to a year. you were the only option, pledging to live a life of fucking celibacy if you’d have chosen to never let him inbetween your legs again though the thought killed him inside. live a life without a taste of your sweet pussy? he’d sooner die.

“jungkook!” you slapped the tops of his biceps, as he continued his thrusting inside of you, nipping at your jaw, feeling his smirk against your skin.

the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you was intense, something you had been craving for so long now and yet now it was happening, you wanted more, and more and more and more and more. he loved this shy game you’d always play, always pretending like you couldn’t take it despite the fact your legs were widening further and you were moaning like a bitch in heat - it turned him on beyond words to know underneath the sweet persona, you were the filthiest slut he had ever known.

his pace was deep, mean but slow and it wasn’t enough, purposefully done to tease you for as long as he could, to ensure you’d stay needy. it was clearly working with the way your moans, whines and gasps filled the air only to be followed with a long drawl of his name, face scrunched up so cute he wanted to fucking scream.

“c’mon, baby, you’re so good to me.” he cooed, continuing his slow thrusts. “just gotta ask if you want something.”

your eyes scrunched shut, whimpering at his words knowing he wanted you in ways that you had reminisced on for months, the feeling of him kissing the gummy part of your cunt something you had missed so much.

“want it properly, kookie.” you begged him, though you couldn’t meet his gaze, eyes flickering down to his neck as he continued his pace. “yeah? tell kookie how you want it.”

your fingers clung to his shoulders as he came down, arms now pressed on either side of your head as he nuzzled your nose with his own, actions too sweet given the sinful position he had you in.

your breathing was ragged, the feel of him inside you too much for your poor little mind to handle without breaking and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. you craved something harsher, meaner, more jungkook. neither of you had ever been ones for soft sex, always preferring it as needy as possible which only heightened considering the fact you were both so utterly obsessive when it came to the other.

you whined loudly as his actions came to a stop completely, now grinding against you whilst still being inside.

“just want you to fuck me properly.” you whimpered, lip quivering so much faster, hips lifting to meet his as a means to relieve yourself.

god. you were killing him.

“good girl.”

jungkook planted a single kiss to your lips, oddly sweet before pulling back, planting two more to your forehead and nose. you were ready to whine once more until you felt his hips pull back, only to thrust into you harshly.

you squealed as jungkook began his pace exactly how you craved it, exactly how you used to picture with your own fingers in your cunt, desperately trying and failing to replicate the feel. hard. fast. mean. rough.

your neighbours would no doubt complain tomorrow with the way your bed frame began pounding into the wall, his head pressed against yours as his thrusts began kissing your cervix. your legs shook around him, much to his enjoyment, all whilst he forced you to maintain eye contact, wanting so badly to see the affect he was having on you after he had been deprived of you for so long.

“fuck..there she is. that’s my girl.” he hissed down at you, not holding back, the sound of skin slapping against skin heavy in the room. “you don’t know how badly i missed you.”

“m-missed..ugh! missed you..too..” you managed to string together, salted tears now escaping your eyes as they streamed on either side of the pillow.

“pretty girl like you needs to be fucked mean. no good to be nice to you, huh?” he growled down at you, only causing your lip to quiver that much faster as you nodded. “can’t think unless it’s me bullying your pussy into an orgasm.”

your nods were paired with soft sobs as he pounded, ruining your soppy core just like you had wanted. you had dreamt of this, dreamt of him, genuinely believing you’d never reach this state of pleasure ever again in your life and yet here he was, coaxing it out of you to remind you that he’d never leave you again.

his thrusts were sloppier than usual, no doubt due to the extensive length between your last fuck but it only had you moaning and crying louder. the thought of the usually composed jeon jungkook a whining mess for you and you alone had you clamping down hard on his cock.

“can’t believe i let you leave me.” he grunted hard at the feel of you getting so tight, gritting his teeth as he pounded you further. “never again. you fucking hear me, y/n? you’re my wife forever.”

“promise?” you sobbed back, arms now wrapping around his neck as you tried to bring him impossibly closer, as though you could in any capacity.

he nipped at your bottom lip, moaning into your mouth at the way you all but begged him to make it a reality.

“gonna take you to the courthouse tomorrow, get you a nice dress and we do..fuck..we do this again, understand?” he closed his eyes the more you whined and whined. “gonna let me put that ring back on your fucking finger, baby?”

you nodded wildly, just as you felt your orgasm build up in your stomach again, whining loudly up at him in a way he recognised immediately. fuck, he had missed this so much - his angel girl, all needy, begging for it even though she could barely take it. he could feel his own coming on fast, causing him to pull his hand down and rub at your clit, hissing at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock harshly.

“c’mon baby. want you to cum on your husband’s cock, hm? gonna get you nice and round like you deserve.” his thrusts only got meaner. “move you back in. fuck this pussy every single day, just like you need.”

your high rushed through you at the exact point his did, your legs wrapping around his waist as a means to keep him inside. you could feel it all through your body, the way it seized up and bucked into him all whilst he continued his thrusts, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

your vision started growing dark, the intensity of it overwhelming as he rode out your highs whilst whispering soft i love you’s in your ear, cradling you to his chest, holding you closer than you’d ever felt him before.

everything after that completely blurred together.

you remembered jungkook taking care of you, tenderness laced into his very being as he held you like you were akin to a porcelain doll - sweet, so soft, so delicate. somewhere between the damp kisses pressed to your skin underneath the bubbling bath he had drawn for you both, to the continuous declarations of love muttered down at you; you realised that this was inevitable. he was inevitable.

there didn’t exist a reality where you both could live without one another - you knew that now.

even after the heartbreak, the divorce, the loneliness and the debilitating grief, you still found yourself exactly where you belonged. your cheek pressed against his chest, his heartbeat soothing you into a dreamlike state which paled in comparison to the reality that was now yours. his love had you wrapped so tightly you knew you’d never live without it again.

you were finally home.

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this beast of a fic is finally done yay!!! i hope you guys love ex husband jungkook just as much as i do!

tried to make him less yandere in this one and more pathetic yearner lol but i may have slipped here and there 💔

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BOUND BY VOWS ⭒ M. LIST

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

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre — arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff

warnings — 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, forced marriage, emotional abuse and trauma, dark aspects, daddy issues, domestic violence references, mental health themes and struggles, smoking and drinking, grief and loss, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the intense, dark and potentially triggering content)

status — ongoing

taglist — [open]

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INDEX

⤷ 01 : a deal for her hand » 6.8k

“you’re getting married. in a week. to jeon jungkook.”

⤷ 02 : forced to say 'i do' » 5.2k

“you’re a monster just like him! i’ll never forgive you or think this is okay. you—you bought me and i'll hate you for it every day for the rest of my life!”

⤷ 03 : strangers under the same roof » 12.3k

“you’ve been through a lot, y/n. i see it in your eyes, but you're still here, still fighting… that’s not weakness. that’s a strength most people don’t have.”

⤷ 04 : an agreement between us » 8.9k

“i married you, y/n because i wanted you, because you made me feel something for the first time in years. i wanted to protect you, to give you everything and now i'm the one paying for your father's lies.”

⤷ 05 : unspoken truths and comfort » 7.2k

“until i saw you that day at your house, when your father brought you to me and you were so… alive, so sweet, even with all the sadness in your eyes. i wanted you.. not just to have you but to make you happy, to give you everything i never had.”

⤷ 06 : healing in his hold » 11.2k

“touch my wife again and you won’t live long enough to regret it. she’s my woman… and you know exactly how possessive i get when someone dares to lay a hand on what’s mine.”

⤷ 07 : soft edges of us » 9.3k

“you’ve been through enough. you don’t have to hide your pain, not from me. if you're hurting or if you need something—tell me. i’m here, i want to be here.”

⤷ 08 : losing ourselves in maldives » 10k

“you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? sitting there watching me jerk off? you wish that i was fucking your pussy instead huh?”

⤷ 09 : another day in paradise » 14.6k

“i’ve never wanted a woman like this never begged on my knees for anyone but you, fuck… i’ve wanted you since the day i saw you.”

⤷ 10 : is it the end of us? » 12.6k

“you’re everything to me, y/n. i’d never hurt you, i’d rather die than do that. just let me explain once just hear me out—”

⤷ 11 : maybe it's really a sad ending » 5.4k

“you don't get to say anything about her or tell me to let her go. she's my everything you don't know what it's like to love her so much that it hurts, only for it to lose it all in a day.”

⤷ 12 : us against the world » 21.5k

“i’d chase you to the ends of the earth baby, no matter what it takes.”

⤷ 13 : sex & love » 26k

“tell me angel, do you want me to watch you being such a naughty girl? want me to see how wet you get thinking about me fucking you raw right there, bending you over and filling you up?”

⤷ 13.5 : our first time » 21k

“i want you to fuck me like you hate me. like you’ve wanted to break me for weeks.”

⤷ 14 : [ to be released. ]

EXTRAS

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⤷ teaser

⤷ bbv!jungkook

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Behind The Lens - KTH & JJK [Masterlist]

Pairing: Idol, ex Jungkook X Fem, staff Reader X One night stand, photographer Taehyung

Theme: Drama, love triangle au, break up au, strangers to lovers au.

Summary:

Jeon Jungkook is the nation's golden boy. Most of his life is exposed in front of the camera. But as soon as the spot light goes out - you are the person he runs to. In quietness, you two fall in each other's arms offering a piece of solace. But your relationship goes through the ultimate fall when Jungkook's long time crush walks into the scene with the proposal of a collaboration.To deal with the heartbreak, you leave for a solo trip to Jeju. Guess what do you do there? heal? NO! you sleep with an unbearably handsome stranger two days in a row and then run away, wary of dealing with the consequences. One month later when the same stranger, Kim Taehyung, waltz in your life again - hellbent on making things work with you, you are considering to take a chance. The only problem is that Jungkook is not too happy with you moving towards someone that's not him.

Warnings: Will be mentioned in every update.

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Chapter Index: -

Prologue - Euphoria

Ch. 1 - Begin

Ch. 2 - Somebody

Ch. 3 - Intermission - Monologue

Ch. 4 - Shot Glass of Tears [Patreon]

Ch. 5 - Slow Dancing [Patreon]

Ch. 6 - Blue [Patreon]

Ch. 7 - It's Definitely You [Patreon]

Ch. 8 - Decalcomania [Patreon]

Ch. 9 - FRI(END)S [Patreon]

Ch. 10 - ?

Ch. 11 - ?

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FERAL THINGS DON'T BELONG INSIDE II PART 9 [IN PROGRESS] Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook

Parts: P1 l | P2 I P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 |

DESCRIPTION:

You never planned on taking in a hybrid. Especially not one like him.

You offer him food. A place to stay. Rules.

He offers you obedience. Tension. Trouble.

Because hybrids like him don't know how to exist without earning their place and you're about to learn that kindness, to someone like Jungkook, can feel just as dangerous as cruelty.

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: : pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Jungkook x reader

: : genre: Hybrid AU, Angst-driven Romance

: : warnings: alcohol use, drug use, mutual pining, violence mentions of abuse, cursing, fluff, angst, smut, jealousy, emotional trauma, hurt/comfort, dehumanisation themes.

: : word count: 50,651 [for now]

ao3 link: Link

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A/N: if you're here for emotional damage, slow-burn tension and a little bit of chaos-then yeah. let's go this fic is messy in all the ways: hurt, comfort, trust issues, anc a hybrid who doesn't really know how to be safe even when he finally is.

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PART 9

The bathroom light feels too bright for this hour.

It makes everything look harsher than it is. The chipped edge of the sink, the water stains near the drain, the tiles laid unevenly along the floor.

Your hand looks wrecked.

The skin around the deep scratches is swollen, angry red fading into ugly purple bruising. Dried blood still clings to the edges where the paramedics didn’t quite clean everything. Every small movement sends sharp stings up your arm, but you keep working in quiet determination, teeth clenched, trying not to hiss every time the antiseptic wipe touches raw flesh. 

You sit on the bathroom floor, the chill of the floor seeping into your legs, medic tools scattered loosely around you.

Jungkook sits on the floor beside you, back pressed against the wall, knees drawn tightly to his chest with his head buried between them. He refused to leave you alone. The moment you stepped into the bathroom, he followed like a shadow, sliding down onto the cold tiles without a word. He hasn’t moved since.

You can hear the way his breathing changes every time you press on the wound; small, pained inhales like he’s the one being hurt. His bunny ears twitch and flatten against his hair with every sting you feel. It’s like he’s experiencing it with you. Like your pain is somehow transferring straight into his body.

You sigh, long and tired. Your hands still for a moment as you stare at the top of his head, fingers hovering where you’d just been working.

 “...Kook”

You stretch your free hand toward him, aiming for the messy dark strands of his hair, wanting to offer even the smallest comfort. But before your fingers can sink into the soft locks, his voice comes out muffled and hoarse:

“Don’t touch me.”

You stop. Your hand freezes mid-air, hovering just inches from his head. For a moment you just stare at him, not sure if you heard right. After a painful second, you pull your hand back and return to bandaging your wrist in heavy silence. The only sounds are the soft tear of medical tape and the faint hum of the bathroom light.

You finish wrapping the fresh gauze, securing it tightly, then speak again, voice low and tired. "So now you won’t even look at me because I’m hurt?”

Jungkook doesn’t move at first. The words hang between you. For a long moment there’s nothing. But you feel the subtle shift in his attention. One ear twitches, faint and uncertain.

Then, slowly, he lifts his head.

Not all the way. First just his eyes peeking over his knees. Big, dark, guilty. Then his nose. Then the slightest pout, lips pressed together.

You stare at him for a second, the tension in your chest easing despite yourself.

“There you are,” you murmur.

His ears twitch at your voice. He looks away, embarrassed. “You can pat me now,” he mumbles, gaze turned so far to the side it almost seems like he’s talking to the laundry machine instead of you.

A laugh escapes you. Soft and disbelieving, the first real one since the tunnel. 

"Should I?” you ask teasingly.

He nods immediately, still pouting, eyes flicking up at you through his lashes. You crouch a little and reach out again, this time slower, giving him the chance to refuse. He doesn’t. 

Your fingers slide into his hair and he melts immediately. Shoulders dropping, breath leaving him in a shaky exhale. You pat him gently, smoothing the mess of his fringe, and he leans into your hand like he’s been starving for it. Your thumb brushes over the base of one ear as he sneaks another glance at your freshly bandaged wrist, expression tightening with quiet distress.

“You know this doesn’t even hurt that bad, right?” you say, voice light. Just a little lie. It hurts like hell.

“I don’t like it,” he mutters.

You can’t help thinking he’s been through worse than this.

You’ve seen it: His body. The scars. The old marks that don’t match the fresh injuries. The stitched wound under his ribs. The bruises in places that make your stomach turn if you think about them too long. Some of those scars must carry meanings you don’t even want to imagine. Different pains. Different kinds of hurt.

Yet he’s here, acting like your small wrist scratch is the end of the world. Like it’s unbearable.

You tilt your head, studying him more closely under the warm bathroom light. He actually came out of tonight’s fight with almost no new wounds. Just a few fresh bruises blooming across his cheek and shoulders. The stitched gash under his ribs had reopened slightly and needed cleaning, but nothing serious. The blood that had been smeared across his face and hands… most of it hadn’t even been his. Which it terrifying.

Was that his life until now? Fights. Fear. Drawing blood. Hate. Misery. Running. Getting cornered.

You keep your hand in his hair and ask before you can overthink it. “Can you tell me about your past?”

Jungkook goes still.

His ears twitch again, then flatten slightly. His gaze drops to the tiles between his feet, as if the patterns there are safer than your face.

Then comes silence again. Long enough that you regret asking.

You swallow, “I mean… if you don’t want me to know, that’s okay. It’s not my business.” Your voice comes out quieter this time, careful. You know you’re stepping around something fragile.

The words settle between you. For a second, you think that’s it. You’ve pushed too far. He’s already retreating somewhere you can’t follow. This is the moment he’ll lock himself away forever and you’ll never hear him speak to you again.

“I want you to know.” It’s so soft you almost miss it.

Your breath catches before you can stop it. Fingers tightening slightly in his hair.

He doesn’t look up.

“But…” His voice falters. You see the way his throat moves, the hesitation catching there. His fingers tighten around his own sleeves. “I don’t want to tell you.”

You nod slowly. Your throat tightens, forcing you to gulp before you speak.

“It’s okay,” you say gently and careful not to push. Your hand moves again, stroking through his hair one last time, slower this time. Grounding. “You don’t have to tell me then.”

He finally looks up, eyes shining with something uncertain. Relief, maybe. Or guilt that you didn’t push.

Your hand lingers in his hair for just a second longer, then slowly slips away. You clear your throat quietly and shift your attention elsewhere, reaching for the scattered supplies around you. You gather everything with careful, practiced movements, placing it all back into your first aid kit one piece at a time. The soft rustle of plastic and fabric fills the space where words don’t. When you’re done, you zip it closed and set it aside before forcing yourself to stand.

Your vision tilts for a second, the room dipping slightly as a wave of dizziness rolls through you. You steady yourself with a small inhale, pressing your lips together as you wait for it to pass. Your hand lifts instinctively, fingers brushing the back of your head where the plaster sits, covering the tender spot beneath. It still aches but you ignore it. You’ve felt worse.

“Let’s go to sleep, huh?” you say, as you move to put the kit back into the cabinet.

The moment the words leave your mouth, Jungkook scrambles to his feet with surprising speed, nearly bumping into you in his haste. His ears are perked up now, eyes wide and hopeful despite the exhaustion weighing on him.

“Can you sleep in the bed tonight?” he asks, voice small.

You pause, looking at him. “We agreed you’re sleeping in the bed until you recover.”

“I will,” he says quickly, almost desperately. His fingers twitch at his sides like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t dare. “I just… I want you next to me.”

The quiet vulnerability in his voice fills the small bathroom. You look at his tired face, at the way his ears droop slightly as he waits for your answer, and feel something soft and fierce settle deep inside your chest.

“Alright,” You give in.

His entire face sparks up. Eyes widening, ears lifting. For a second, he just looks at you like he doesn’t fully believe what he’s hearing

“But only this time,” you add quickly, before he can start vibrating out of his skin. 

Jungkook nods immediately, almost eagerly. Like he’ll take any condition you attach, just to keep the yes.

You step out of the bathroom first. Your apartment is quiet. Everything looks normal again, which feels wrong after what happened today. You do a quick round like your brain won’t let you stop: check the front door lock, the chain, the window latch. You switch off the lights one by one, leaving the apartment in dim pockets of darkness.

You can feel Jungkook’s eyes burning into your back the entire time. He lingers by the bedroom door, half leaning against the frame, shoulders tense.

You glance at him from the corner of your eye.

His anticipation is palpable. He bites the side of his cheek, a nervous habit you’ve recently noticed. His tail bumps softly against the doorframe behind him. He’s in the new shorts and hoodie now. They fit better than anything he’s worn since you met him. Earlier you’d already cut and stitched little openings so his tail can move without tearing fabric.

“You can go lie down,” you tell him. “I’ll be in a minute.”

Jungkook’s head tilts. His eyes sharpen with immediate concern. “But you’re not going anywhere?”

“I’m not,” you promise, trying not to sound annoyed even though the question hits that soft bruise in you. How hard he must've been trained to expect abandonment? “I just have to brush my teeth.”

“Oh.” He nods, but he still hesitates like “teeth” is a suspicious excuse. After a long second, he gives you one last look memorizing you, then slips into the bedroom.

You exhale slowly.

Back in the bathroom, you turn the faucet on and stare at your reflection while you brush. Your hair is a mess, falling unevenly around your face. You pause for a second, toothbrush still in your hand, then tilt your head slightly, trying to catch a better angle in the mirror. Somewhere in the mess of it, the bandage should be there. You try to spot it properly, but it’s too far back, too buried under your hair to see clearly from this angle.

You reach for your phone charging on the counter. The screen is cracked, but at least it still works. You glance quickly at the message you sent to Marcus asking for tomorrow off, explaining you got sick and apologising for texting so late.

Thankfully there is a reply.

Marcus: alr. get better. next week will be busy.

A wave of relief washes over you. At least you won’t have to drag yourself to work tomorrow.

When you finally step into the bedroom, the first thing you notice is the dim glow of the small night lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm, golden pool of light across the sheets. Then there is Jungkook–Sitting neatly on the verge of the bed, hands resting on his thighs, looking unsure what to do with himself. The moment you walk in, he stands up quickly, ears perking.

“I didn’t know which side you want,” he says quietly.

You blink, caught off guard by how seriously he is. “I’m good with both.”

 He nods, shifting his weight. “…Okay.” 

Since he’s standing there awkwardly on the right side of the bed, you move around to the left and slip beneath the covers, hoping the quiet cue is enough. The sheets are cool at first, then warm as your body sinks into them. You lie flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, feeling your bones finally remember they’re allowed to be tired. 

Jungkook hesitates for only a second before climbing in on the other side. He lies down carefully, mirroring you by lying flat on his back, scooting closer in tiny increments, but stopping just short of touching. You can feel the heat of him beside you anyway, close enough that the space between your arms feels charged.

It's awkard. You won’t lie. It really is.

This feels intimate and it’s almost stupid, considering everything you’ve already shared. The closeness, the way you’ve tasted each other, touched, comforted, even crossed lines that should’ve made this easier.

But it doesn’t. This is different.This is quiet. Vulnerable in a way that leaves no room to hide. Just existing beside each other, aware of every breath, every shift, every inch of space. Sharing a bed feels like something else entirely. It's an act of trust.

You don’t know how to act. Whether to turn toward him or stay perfectly still. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside and the soft rustle of fabric every time one of you breathes.

“I’ll switch the light off,” you say eventually.

"Okay,” 

Of course the lamp switch is on his side.

You lift your upper body and lean over him carefully, trying not to fall off the bed. Your hair brushes your cheek; the bedsheets slide a little.

You reach toward the lamp cord.

Under you, you feel Jungkook go rigid. His fists clamp on the bedsheet, knuckles whitening. His breath stops so suddenly you can almost hear the silence it leaves behind. 

You pause with the cord in your hand. For some reason, you want to look at him one last time today. So you turn your head slightly. His gaze is already on you. Wide. Soft in a way that almost doesn’t feel real under the low light. His pupils are blown slightly, dark and glossy with exhaustion, reflecting just enough light to make them shine. He doesn’t look away. Doesn’t even blink.

His lip catches between his teeth, and he might not even realize he’s doing it. For a second, you’re sure he’s going to split it open again if he presses any harder.

“Goodnight,” you murmur softly.

Then you flick the switch.

Darkness drops over the room, sudden and complete, swallowing everything except for the faint, silvery glow of the city that slips through the gap in the curtains. It paints the ceiling in pale, ghostly strokes.

You ease back to your side of the mattress, turning onto your side so you’re facing the wall. You pull the bedsheets higher, tucking it under your chin, and try to force your body to relax. 

Behind you, you hear Jungkook’s breath start again. It’s shaky, quiet, like he had been holding it the entire time you were leaning over him. You close your eyes. Your head still hurts, a dull, persistent throb at the back of your skull where it had met the tunnel wall.  You try really hard to fall asleep, to let exhaustion pull you under before your brain can start overthinking (which has always been your worst habit). 

You focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. 

The painkillers are finally kicking in, making your limbs feel heavy and numb. Sleep begins to creep over you, dragging your thoughts down into softness.

Until a shift behind you disrupts everything.

Jungkook moves. Once. Twice. Three times. Restless, small adjustments like he can’t find a comfortable position. The mattress dips and rises with every motion. His elbow brushes against your back once, then again, warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. You squeeze your eyes tighter, pretending not to notice, trying to will yourself back toward sleep. 

“Y/N…” His voice is barely a whisper, soft and uncertain in the dark.

You decide not to answer. You really want him to rest. You’re afraid that if you respond, he’ll keep talking, keep worrying, and neither of you will get any sleep. So you stay perfectly still, breathing slow, pretending to already be gone. 

But he doesn’t move away. Instead, his body shifts closer. You feel the mattress dip as he props himself up slightly, hovering over you. His breath ghosts across the sensitive skin of your neck, warm and unsteady, sending a trail of goosebumps racing down your spine.

“Are you asleep?” he whispers, so close that his lips nearly brush your ear. 

You sigh, giving up. “Yes,” you murmur, voice heavy with exhaustion. “Go to sleep, Kook.”

There’s a pause. 

He doesn’t move. He just stays there, hovering, breathing against your neck. You press your face deeper into the pillow, trying to hide from the tension thickening in the air.

Then he shifts again. His chin comes to rest carefully in the crook of your neck and shoulder. The contact is gentle, but it’s intimate in a way that makes your chest tighten. The closeness is overwhelming. His chest almost touching your back, the faint scent of his own warm skin surrounding you.

“Y/N…” His voice rumbles low against your skin, vulnerable, the sound vibrating through your shoulder.

You open your eyes but don’t move. His warmth is oddly comforting, like a weighted blanket you didn’t know you needed. 

“Yes?” you whisper. “What is it?”

For a long moment he stays quiet. Then his hand moves slowely and comes to rest on your hip. His fingers curl gently into the fabric of your shirt, gripping it like an anchor. You feel his cheek press more firmly against your jaw.

“I was so scared…” The words are barely spoken, fragile in the dark.

You shift a little, eyebrows scrunching as you tilt your face slightly toward him, trying to understand better. The movement makes his grip on your shirt tighten. 

“When they hurt you…” His voice cracks. “I was so scared.”

Your heart skips hard in your chest. You know exactly what moment he’s talking about: The tunnel, the moment the hybrids claws caught your wrist, the way you hit the wall. The memories flash behind your eyes in the darkness.

“I wanted to run to you,” he continues, voice trembling. “But I couldn't. They held me back. I saw you on the ground... I thought that was it. That I lost you.” 

His fingers twist harder into your shirt. His face presses closer, lips brushing your neck as he speaks.

“And then when you ran away... I thought you left me. That you finally hated me. Realized what I really am.”

You listen in complete silence, barely breathing. This is the most honest he has ever been with you. The words pour out of him like he’s been holding them inside for years, not hours. You don’t interrupt. You let him speak, even as your own chest tightens with every confession.

“Then you came back,” he whispers, voice breaking. “You came back for me, even after everything. But I had to leave you there. I was so afraid it would happen again. So I decided to leave you." 

The words hit you so hard you can’t stay still anymore.

You turn.

You twist in the bed, forcing him to lift his head. The covers tangle around your legs as you sit up. Jungkook freezes, startled by how suddenly you moved, as if he expected you to stay quiet and accept his logic. 

You’re inches away now.

Close enough to see the shine in his eyes. Close enough to see his ears sit lower than before. Close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“But you didn’t really leave,” you say. “You followed me.” 

Jungkook’s lashes flutter. He nods once, almost ashamed. “…Because I’m selfish,” 

You blink. “What do you mean?” 

His eyes drop to your mouth, then to your hands. He can’t hold your gaze while he confesses. His fingers twist the fabric of the sheets until it wrinkles.

“I should’ve let you go,” he murmurs. “Let you go home and live your life without me.” A pause. “But I didn’t. I waited for you in the dark.” Your chest squeezes. “I told myself that I would just make sure you were safe. Just watch. Make sure you got home.” He swallows hard. His ears twitch, then droop again. “But…” His voice breaks on the word.

The apartment is so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat. You know he hears it too. Moonlight seeps through the edges of the room, tracing the outline of Jungkook’s face in a faint, almost unreal silver. It catches on the curve of his cheekbone, softens the shadow under his eyes, makes him look even more distant and close at the same time.

He lifts his eyes to yours again, slowely. “I couldn’t let you go,” The sentence lands with weight. Not dramatic, not pretty, just the truth dragged out of him. “How could I live without you?” Your breath catches. He leans closer by a fraction, the movement hesitant and needy at the same time, like he’s afraid you’ll recoil but he can’t stop himself.

“I wanted you to hate me,” he admits, eyes shining. “If you hated me, it would be easier. I prayed you would leave and you would be safe and I could just disappear.” His voice drops lower “But you didn’t.” His gaze flicks to your bandaged wrist like it’s a bruise on his soul. “You searched for me—You didn’t leave me.”

He shifts even closer. You can see the tremble in his lower lip. “So I made a promise,” he whispers. His hand finally finds yours, fingers curling around your knuckles. “I’m all yours.” Your stomach flips. “Tell me and I will die for you,” 

The words are terrifying. Not because you doubt him. It's because you don’t. You believe him completely and that’s what scares you. That kind of devotion can get him killed. Used. Broken.

 “No,” you whisper, voice shaking but firm in a way that matters. Your other hand lifts, finding his face, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you properly. “I don’t want you dying for me.” Your thumb brushes under his eye, catching the faint tremble there. “I want you here. With me.”

A pause. Your forehead almost touches his. “So if you’re mine,” you murmur against his lips, “then you don’t get to disappear. If you’re mine, then you stay.” 

His lips brush over yours, trembling, barely there. He knows he isn’t allowed any further. He is waiting for you to either accept him completely or shatter him into pieces. The tension is unbearable, thick and alive in the dark room. You can feel every shaky exhale against your mouth, every tiny tremor running through his body as he holds himself back.

Your hand slides to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair as you close the distance between you. Your lips meet in a soft, unhurried kiss, molding together with a tenderness that steals your breath. He kisses you back just as gently, like he’s afraid anything more might break the moment. There’s a careful devotion in the way he moves, restrained but unmistakably drawn to you, as if he’s memorizing the shape of you through the kiss itself. You've been kissed before, but never like this, with the quiet desperation of someone baring their soul.

A tiny, broken whimper escapes him, swallowed into the press of your mouths, and it ignites something deep inside you. You realize, with a strange kind of clarity, right there in the middle of the dark, that this isn’t just a kiss. It’s Jungkook choosing you. Choosing to stay. Choosing not to run, not to disappear, not to tear himself away even when everything in him tells him to.

Choosing to belong.

No matter how scared he is or how deeply he still believes he doesn’t deserve it. He’s giving it to you anyway. Every fractured piece of himself—body, soul, scars, loyalty, all of it—laid bare in the quiet of your room, in the way he presses closer like he has nowhere else left to go.

Between the gentle presses of your lips, his whisper ghosts against you.

“Don't you think I’m selfish, Y/N?”

You pull back just enough to breathe, your forehead resting against his. You shake your head slowly, eyes locked on his in the faint silver light. “No,” you whisper back immediately. “No.” 

Because you don’t see selfishness when you look at him.

All you see is someone who tried to leave even when it tore him apart. Just to keep you safe. Someone who convinced himself he was the danger, that the best thing he could do was disappear into the night like a stray no one would miss.

That isn’t selfish. That’s someone who would rather break himself in half than risk being the reason you hurt.

You look at him like this for a long time. His eyes are glassy, wide, and so unbearably sad that something inside your chest cracks open and bleeds. Those big, dark doe eyes that have followed you since the moment you found him make you want to give him the entire world. Not just safety. Not just a bed and new clothes. You want to give him peace. Belonging. The kind of love that doesn’t come with conditions or collars or fear of abandonment.

You lean in and press a gentle peck to the corner of his lip.

Something inside you decides, that if words don’t reach him, you will speak in the language his body understands. You’ve spent days trying to make him feel human. Trying to pull him into your rules, your version of normal, your safe little boundaries so he wouldn’t get hurt or seen as less. You thought that was kindness. You thought that was progress.

But right now?

Right now it isn’t about changing him.

It’s about wanting him. Letting him feel it, deep in his bones. Letting him be Jungkook, ears, tail, trembling devotion, instinctive submission, all that, and making sure he knows, without any doubt, that he isn’t simply tolerated. He is wanted.

Your lips trail lightly to his cheek, a soft press that lingers, then down to his jaw. He tilts his head instinctively, baring the line of his throat, eyes fluttering shut as you graze your teeth there in light, teasing bite. A moan rips from him, low and throaty, his bunny ears twitching forward then flattening in bliss.

But before you can make your way back to his lips, his eyes snap open, dark and feral. His hand shoots up, fingers wrapping around your neck, not crushing, but firm, possessive. You let out a sharp noise, half gasp, half moan, as his other palm presses flat against your back, hauling you closer until your chests crush together. The hold on your throat tightens just enough to make your pulse thunder under his thumb, but the air still slips through.

“I could kill you right now, Y/N,” he breathes, voice rough at the edges, something instinctive slipping through the cracks of his control. His teeth catch faintly in the low light as his lips hover just above yours, close enough that every word brushes against your mouth.

It isn’t a threat. It’s a test. A fragile, dangerous way of asking what he doesn’t know how to say plainly. Do you trust me? Or am I too feral, too animal for you? His gaze holds yours, unblinking, searching. And yet, even like this, with his hand around your neck, there’s something almost painfully innocent about him.

“I know,” you whisper, unflinching, eyes locked on his.

He nods once, his fingers flex, squeezing a fraction harder. Testing. Pleading. Trust this. Trust me.  Then Slowly, his hand eases away from your neck, it slides down, finding your arm, then your back, pulling you in with quiet insistence.

He shifts you carefully, guiding you until you’re sitting on his lap. His mouth finds your neck almost immediately. Rushed kisses first. Then slower ones, lingering where his hand had been moments ago. Your breath catches, but you don’t pull away. Instead, your arms slide around his neck, holding him there, steadying him as much as he’s holding you. Your chin rests lightly against the top of his head, grounding both of you in the same breath, the same space.

“Promise me.”

You tilt your head slightly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Promise what?”

He answers with another kiss to your neck. Then another, slower this time, like he’s gathering courage from each one. “That you won’t go near other hybrids,” he murmurs

 “Okay,” you whisper. “I promise.” 

Jungkook’s lips brush along your jaw, slow, tentative kisses that trail upward, warm and careful. His hands stay at your back. 

“They’re dangerous,” he mumbles against your skin, voice low and rough. “Not all of them… but Lio and his pack are.” His lips pause just below your ear. “They seek revenge. They hate humans.”

 You feel the words settle cold in your stomach.  “Revenge?” you ask, tilting your head slightly. “Is that why they attacked you?” 

Jungkook goes still. His lips hover over your jaw, breath warm against your skin. For a long moment he doesn’t move, like he’s deciding whether he should tell you. Then he gently pushes back, shifting his body so he can look up at you properly. You tilt with him, now looking down at him from above. His hand stays on your back, thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as if he needs the contact to stay steady.

“It was because of her,” he says after a long pause. You wait, giving him space. “Lio… he had an owner first,” Jungkook continues, voice quiet. “She didn’t want him anymore,” he says. “So she threw him out. Onto the streets.” Jungkook’s ears droop slightly. “Then she bought me. I took his place.” 

“She was… good to me,” he says after a beat, and your heart does a strange, awful twist at the word good. “I had my own room in the basement. Altough she locked me there. She beat me. Punished me.” He pauses, throat working. His gaze stays on your face, watching carefully for recoil. “She touched me wherever she wanted.”

The room goes very still. You can feel your own breath catch in your chest, sharp and shallow. The thought of anyone putting hands on him like he didn’t get a choice makes your stomach turn hard enough to hurt.

But Jungkook keeps speaking, because once he starts, the truth seems to spill out of him with no way to stop it. “But it was okay,” he admits, voice cracking just slightly. “I would rather be abused than abandoned.”

Your chest draws tight, breath turning shallow.

“I thought I loved her,” he whispers. “Because she kept me. I had a home... I kept living thinking I was hers forever." Jungkook’s fingers tighten on your back for a second before loosening again. “But then she got bored. So she threw me away too.”

You press your palm gently to Jungkook’s forehead, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes with your thumb. The moment your skin touches his, you feel the heat radiating from him. He’s burning up.

“You don’t have to tell me all of it,” you whisper, voice soft but steady. “I know it’s hard.”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter at your touch, but he doesn’t stop. Once he started, it seems like the words won’t let him rest until they’re all out.

“Lio found me. He took me into his pack.” His thumb keeps rubbing slow, absent circles against your back. “They wanted revenge. On humans. On everyone. They said humans are monsters… and monsters deserve to be hurt before they hurt us.”

His ears flatten slightly at the memory, and his gaze drifts somewhere past your shoulder.

“But it was too much for me,” he admits, voice dropping lower. “I didn’t like people much… but I didn’t want to hurt them either.” He swallows hard. “So I left. Now they think I betrayed them by leaving. They think I’m trying to live like a human. That I’m pretending to be something I’m not.” 

You lean down slowly, pressing your forehead back against his, letting your noses brush.

“Then they’re wrong,” you whisper softly, your lips barely grazing his. “You didn’t betray anyone… you just chose yourself.”

His eyes searches your face, something uneasy flickering there. “you’re not afraid?” he asks quietly. “They could find us again… They could hurt you.”

You shake your head. “No,” you breathe, steady. “And even if they do… If i have to fight them with you, then i will.”

Something in him softens, the tension in his shoulders loosening as if it’s finally allowed to slip away. Relief washes over his features, quiet but unmistakable. His forehead presses more firmly against yours, heat radiating from his skin, almost feverish.

His eyes drop to your lips.

And the next thing you know, he leans in again with a quiet exhale through his nose. You tilt back slightly under the weight of him, of the kiss, of how completely he’s leaning into you. Your lips meet in the quiet, soft and unhurried, the sound of it barely there.

You let him taste you for a second. Just a second.  

Then you pull back gently, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. “Hey…” your voice softens, thumb brushing over warm skin. “let’s rest, okay?” you murmur. “you’re burning up… i don’t want you getting sick.”

He exhales quietly, like he wants to protest, but doesn’t. Instead, he just nods faintly, his grip loosening enough to let you shift. You slide off his lap carefully, guiding him down with you. The bed dips softly under your weight as you settle back, the room falling into a quieter kind of stillness.

For a moment, he just lies there, watching you.

“…Will you hold me?” he asks, voice low.

“Of course,” you whisper.

You move closer, turning onto your side and pulling him in with you, fitting against his back. Your arm slips around his waist, hand resting lightly over his stomach as you press into his warmth. He shifts instinctively, easing back into you, his body relaxing the second you’re there.

His ears droop slightly, then settle.

The tension slowly drains out of him, piece by piece, until his breathing evens out, steady, brushing against the quiet of the room.

You stay like that, holding him close, your cheek resting near his shoulder.

And somewhere between one breath and the next, you both fall asleep, him anchored in your arms, and you wrapped around him, wishing with everything in you that nothing ever comes for him again.

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[jeonette]

eternal obsession - 정국

jungkook is the epitome of a boyfriend. he’s tender, protective and utterly devoted. women tend to fall for men that are obsessed, and are willing to kill for them. so when the truth begins to unravel, you’re forced to confront a terrifying question, what if the man who’d kill for you… already has?

genre : dark romance, obsession, angst, dom!jungkook x sub!oc

warnings : koo is so whipped for oc it’s unhealthy, murderer!jungkook, stalking & obsessive behaviour ( but he is not controlling of what she does ), unprotected sex, creampie, heavy dirty talk, breeding kink, oc is easily manipulated, description of slight gore scenes, he cums inside her.

ps : can you tell I watch a lot of cop tv shows?… my all time fav show is Brooklyn-99 hehe.

the city outside was heavier than usual, as droplets of water fall onto the window beside you, inside the little bookstore café, it was warm. almost too warm.

the scent of old pages and cinnamon filled the air, and your cup of lavender tea rested gently beneath your fingers.

“god, it’s pouring,” mina said, brushing rain from her coat as she slid into the seat across from you. “girl, i swear the sky’s been crying like all week.”

you chuckle lightly, swirling your tea. “the city’s probably going through a breakup or something.”

mina scoffed. “or maybe it’s just cursed.” she leaned in. “so… are you seeing him tonight?”

you didn’t answer right away. your gaze flickered toward the window, “probably. he said he might pick me up, but im pretty sure he’s with his friends right now.”

“might? girl, that man would literally burn the world to walk you across the street.”

you just laugh quietly. “hey! he’s just… attentive.”

“attentive?” mina raised an eyebrow. “you told me he showed up outside your work at midnight. you weren’t even on shift.”

you shrugged, feeling a sudden warmth rise to your cheeks. “he said i wasn’t answering the phone and he didn’t know that i was already home, he just thought i was still working. he’s sweet, mina. intense? yeah, sure. but sweet.”

“babe…sweet is flowers. a little clingy. not ‘i tracked your phone just to see your smile’ sweet.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but something shifted behind the glass.

mina stopped talking when she noticed a tall figure enter the lively café.

he dressed in black from collar to cuff, damp hair curling softly where it brushed his cheekbones. the darkness of his clothes stood out in the brown and beige themed café.

he didn’t even glance at mina.

“you’re late,” you teased gently as he reached your table.

“i’m never late to you,” jungkook said, voice low and warm, wrapping around you like silk.

he leaned down, brushing his lips over your temple. “you looked so pretty sitting here baby, i almost didn’t want to interrupt.”

you smiled, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. a shade that nobody would notice on you, but he did. he always did.

“it’s okay. we were just talking—”

he finally looked at mina. the smile in his eyes vanished.

mina shifted under his stare. “hey.”

jungkook nodded once. nothing more.

“well, i should get going then. it’s pouring and i wouldn’t want jake to worry.” mina muttered, grabbing her umbrella. “call me later, okay?”

you blinked, nodding. “oh! no yeah— get home safe, babe. text me once you’re home!”

jungkook watched her go until the door swung closed behind her. then, like a switch flipped, he turned back to you with a softness that made your chest ache.

“everything okay?” you asked.

he took your hand across the table, fingers cold from the rain. “mm. missed you… but now that i’m here, yeah. everything’s perfect.”

“i missed you too.”

your fingers delicately brush his jaw as your lips perfectly mould into his for a gentle kiss.

“well, today morning was kind of slow,” you said, gently twirling the spoon between your fingers.

“we had this customer come in and ask if we sold perfume, at a bookstore. like hello? i literally stopped, looked down at the pile of books i was restocking and then back up at him. and he still didn’t get the hint.”

jungkook gave a soft laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. the comedic detail in the story becoming unfunny the moment you made it known that the customer was a male.

“did you talk to him for long?”

you blinked. “the customer?”

“yeah.” his thumb rubbed small circles into the back of your hand, perfectly casual if not for the slight pressure behind it.

“not really,” you said with a little frown. “i just pointed him to the perfume shop down the street after. why?”

“nothing, baby.” he smiled, that dimpled grin that always made your stomach flip. “i just like hearing about your day.”

“well, i also alphabetized the horror section again,” you continued, trying to lighten the mood.

“someone keeps putting stephen king under ‘z.’ i think it’s an act of rebellion at this point. either that or they’re purely rage-baiting me, and it’s working.”

jungkook tilted his head. “yeah? maybe they’re just trying to get your attention.”

“good luck to them, then,” you said, grinning. “because my attention span ends at the letter ‘h.’”

his smile lingered, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen.

“did anyone else try to get your attention today?”

you gave him a puzzled look. “huh? you mean like… flirt with me?”

“maybe.”

you snorted, slightly. “baby, me and mina both wear matching pyjama shirts with jeans to work everyday…i think i’m safe.”

“you’re not,” he said so softly it was almost lost under the hum of the café, caressing your soft skin.

“what?”

“you’re never safe,” he repeated, eyes darkening slightly as he leaned in. “not out there. not without me.”

the words should have chilled you. but the way he said them —with such devotion, such certainty. it sent a strange heat curling down your spine.

“i’m fine, though,” you said gently.

“i made it here on my own, didn’t i?”

“you didn’t see the man who followed you three blocks.”

you froze.

“…what?”

jungkook’s smile returned. “don’t worry, hm? he stopped when i got close. i don’t think he’ll be a problem anymore.”

you stared at him. “are you serious?”

you wondered if he was just joking. but then again, the look in his eyes and the way he sat next to you as if he’d pounce on someone if they were in your vicinity was hard to believe he was.

“do you think i would let anyone hurt you?”

his voice was low. intimate. possessive.

something about the way he said it made your breath catch, somewhere between fear and fascination.

“jungkook…. how do you even know he was following me?”

he lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

“i just happened to be there, baby. that’s all. i promise.”

jungkook had always had eyes on his girl. he refused to let you out of his sight even when you weren’t physically with him.

camera. bugs. wires. location trackers. everything and anything, so he knew that you were safe. it started off with him getting anxious about your whereabouts, and then four years later, it ended up with him following your every move.

he wasn’t being controlling, he was perfectly fine with you having your alone time with your friends. girl, friends. but he never knew what could happen on the way home, or even when you leave to go to the toilet for a few minutes.

whenever a man dared to look at her in the wrong way, he'd take action. he didn’t care, he just wanted her all to himself. she was for him to see, for him to touch.

he moved to the window and opened it an inch,

he lit a cigarette and took a long breath, eyes flicking to the building across the street.

fourth floor. left window. lights were currently off.

good.

‘that fucker had finally learned.’ he thought.

jungkook’s jaw clenched as he exhaled, thinking about the situation.

just two nights ago, he’d seen the man watching her — watching her from that window like he had the fucking right.

like he had the fucking right to look at what was his, and only god knew what that guy was envisioning when he was looking at you. that thought alone made jungkook go feral.

so, jungkook had knocked on his door half an hour later, he was calm, friendly even.

when the door creaked open, he hadn’t said a word.

just smiled.

and then he’d stepped inside.

he’d returned to your apartment an hour later, hands clean, smile playing on his face. you were asleep by then, soft music playing from your phone. you’d left a blanket out for him.

you always did, even when you didn’t know where he went. and you never bothered to spam text and call him whenever he didn’t tell you where he was at late at night.

that was love. trust, that you had in him.

and he would do anything to protect it.

the rain had returned a week later, slightly killing the mood, again. but inside the apartment, it was all warmth and comfort.

you were curled into jungkook’s lap, your head rested against his chest, ear pressed right over his heartbeat.

the beat rhythm was steady, comforting, and so very his.

you were wrapped in the thinnest piece of clothing, a pink silk night wear that barely covered your ass, and the v-neck cutting was plunged deep.

your bare legs tangled with his as you reached blindly for a piece of popcorn from the bowl resting near his thigh.

“baby, you keep eating all the caramel ones,” jungkook murmured against your hair, pouting slightly.

you smiled, giggling slightly without looking up. “you’re just too slow.”

“i’m just letting you win.”

“no, you’re not.”

“no,” he agreed, amused. “i’m not.”

you looked up at him, eyes sparkling from the tv’s glow, and tilted your face toward his. “you love me anyway, though.”

his hand slid up your thigh in a lazy, lingering caress. “i do. more than anything. you know that.”

you shifted, climbing into his lap more fully now, straddling him. you pressed your forehead against his, your smile softening. “sometimes i think you love me too much.”

his fingers dug gently into her hips. “that’s not a thing.”

you kissed him then, slowly.

he responded quickly, the feeling of your lips on his had his chest pounding, his arms winded around your waist, pulling you tighter against him.

your hands found his jaw, then slid into his hair, curling into the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

his lips parted for yours, deepening the kiss, tongue meeting hers with a hunger that always lingered just below the surface of him.

he tasted like… need. he needed you. more than anything.

he let his fingers flex on her thighs, holding you still even as you shifted closer, needing more, needing all of him.

your breath hitched when he tilted you back slightly, your mouth trailing from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck, grazing just above your collarbone.

“tell me what you want, angel.” he whispered.

you opened your mouth to speak against his lips softly when—

ding. ding. ding

you stilled.

the phone on the coffee table lit up again.

ding.

jungkook sighed, pulling back slightly, visibly irritated by the interruption. you blinked yourself out of the trance and reached for your phone.

unknown number:

you looked so pretty tonight.

mm and that hat hoodie doesn’t hide much.

i saw you laughing…. he doesn’t deserve you.

why don’t you smile like that when you’re alone?

your stomach dropped.

you froze, reading each line again and again.

“baby? what is it?”

you slowly handed him the phone, fingers shaking. “i—i don’t know who that is. i’ve never—jungkook, is someone watching me?”

his eyes scanned the messages. stillness overtook him. his hand tightened around the phone.

“how long has this been happening?” he asked, too calm.

“this is the first time. i swear. i don’t—how would they know i was wearing your hoodie? we didn’t even go out today, i just—” your voice cracked.

you looked around, suddenly paranoid. the windows. the blinds. “is someone outside? is someone watching right now?”

jungkook gently lifted you off his lap, stood, and set the phone down.

“jungkook—wait, where are you going?”

he didn’t answer.

he crossed the room in three long strides, closed the blinds, and checked the front door’s lock—twice.

then he moved to the bedroom, returned with something you couldn’t see in his hand, and walked quietly to the kitchen window.

you stood there, frozen, arms hugging yourself tightly.

when he finally came back, he didn’t speak right away. he walked straight to you and wrapped you in his arms.

“c’mere.”

his heart was racing. really racing now.

you pressed your face deep into his chest. “who would—why would someone—?”

“shh,” he whispered into your hair. “dont cry, angel. i’ve got you. no one’s going to hurt you.”

“but they saw me,” you whispered. “they said you don’t deserve me. they’ve been watching.”

“they’re wrong.” his voice was sharp now.

“i’m the only one who gets to see you like this. touch you like this. they know it. that’s why they’re hiding.”

“what if they come here?”

“they won’t.” a pause. then he murmured so quietly, you almost didn’t hear it: “they wouldn’t dare.”

you looked up at him, eyes wet. “how can you be so sure?”

jungkook held your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. he kissed your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. gentle. reassuring.

“you just sit pretty angel. you don’t need to worry, they’ll disappear. i’ll make sure of it,” he said, smiling softly.

you blinked.

then he kissed you again, deeper this time, and you didn’t ask what he meant.

you didn’t want to.

you just held onto him tighter.

that night you weren’t able to sleep. you felt like the world was waiting, waiting to attack you.

you felt like a target all of a sudden, and you hated it. hated the fact that someone was watching you, and probably is right now.

it was almost 8 in the morning now, you’re sat and curled slightly at the edge of the bed, staring out the window as if looking for an answer.

“baby? i didn’t know you were awake.” you hear a groggy voice behind you, his fingertips slightly brushing your upper thigh.

“i couldn’t sleep,” you said softly.

jungkook turned fully immediately. “why didn’t you wake me?”

“you needed rest too.”

he crossed the space and knelt in front of you. his hands found yours, gently tugging the sleeves down.

“angel,” he murmured, eyes searching your face.

“you don’t need to be brave right now.”

you looked down. “i keep thinking someone’s out there. watching. i keep checking the windows and listening for things. i—i know it sounds crazy.”

“it doesn’t.”

“you believe me?”

“i always believe you.”

he kissed your knuckles, holding them to his lips for a long moment.

you closed your eyes, breathing slightly.

but you failed to nice a shift in his posture his shoulders were tighter, his eyes were sharper, more alert.

“i have to go out for a few hours,” he said, too casually.

your eyes shot open. “what? no.”

“i just need to take care of a few things, baby. i’ll be back before you even notice i’m gone.”

your fingers curled around his tighter. “no. please, don’t. not now.”

he hesitated.

you reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, holding on like he might disappear if you let go.

“jungkook, please don’t leave me alone. i can’t—what if they come back? what if they’re watching again?”

he cupped your cheek, slightly shaky. he’s never seen you like this before. so scared, so vulnerable.

oh he fucking hated it. his pupils moved rapidly as his eyes burned into yours, speaking back.

“they won’t get to you. i promise.”

“that’s not enough,” you whispered. “you’re the only reason i feel safe. please, koo.”

his jaw tightened slightly as he exhaled. “okay, angel. i’ll stay.”

relief bloomed in your chest, and you practically melted into his arms. he caught you easily, pulling you into his lap as you pressed your face into his neck. his hands roamed your back in slow, calming circles.

“you don’t have to be scared anymore, hm?” he murmured. “i’m here.”

you nodded against him, body sinking deeper into the comfort only he could offer.

the hours passed in a haze. you tried to eat, tried to watch something with him, but your mind wandered constantly. the blinds stayed shut.

the door remained a constant target your eyes darted to every few minutes. every little sound outside made you jump.

eventually, jungkook coaxed you into the bedroom.

“you need rest,” he said softly, brushing your hair from your face as you lay beneath the sheets.

“just a little. i’ll be right here, okay?”

“you promise?”

“i promise,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “sleep, angel.”

you fell asleep with your hand wrapped around his wrist.

he waited until he was sure you were asleep. then, slowly, carefully, he slid his hand free.

in the dark, he moved like a ghost.

first. the front door. he installed a deadbolt he’d brought from his apartment. the one where only yours or his fingerprint could open. no one would open it from the outside.

then, the windows. he reinforced the latches, taped the blinds shut with black tape, he made sure not a single ray of light would pass through, at least not after dawn.

he moved like this for nearly an hour, careful not to make a sound.

you hadn’t moved, you were soundly asleep.

you looked so small in his bed. so trusting.

he crouched beside you, watching you sleep the way he always did, like you were his favorite sin.

his most prized possession.

he pressed one last kiss to your temple.

then slipped out the door without a sound.

he had to do something, his blood was boiling, his eyes turned a blood-like red the moment he stepped out from the apartment.

he made his way to his warehouse, the place all of his deeds take place in.

it smelt awful, the smell of dried up blood and decay flooded throughout the building.

there was a table present with multiple screens. grainy footage various areas in the city. some showed sidewalks, others showed you.

the same ones jungkook had already seen. the ones that had made his jaw lock and his vision go red.

one of his partners, jimin leaned against the table, arms crossed.

his other partner, taehyung was seated nearby, tapping a pocket knife against his thigh in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

they looked up the moment jungkook entered.

jimin handed him a tablet. “alright kook, thats your guy. name’s ryu. mid-thirties. some typa tech geek. obsessive online presence. he started tracking her a few months ago through her socials.”

“he worked at a security firm,” taehyung added, “had access to cctv networks near your neighbourhood and wired her apartment building, probably planted something physical too.”

jungkook stared at the image on the screen, eyes dark.

“where is he now?” jungkook asked, voice dead calm.

“somewhere south,” jimin said. “we tracked him to an abandoned unit near the old lake.“

jungkook handed back the tablet and rolled up his sleeves. his hands were steady.

taehyung watched him with a knowing grin. “so. you want him alive, or...?”

“alive for now.”

“copy that.”

twenty minutes later.

the door crashed open loudly.

ryu couldn’t scream before he was pulled from his chair, the desk and monitors falling. jungkook didn’t speak, just dragged him by the collar into the concrete room, with jimin and taehyung on either side like wolves.

they tied him to a chair. fastened the rope tight.

blood from a split lip already trickled down ryu’s chin. his breath stuttered when jungkook knelt in front of him.

“the girl you’re stalking. do you know who she is to me?”

ryu didn’t answer.

jungkook backhanded him hard enough to send spit flying.

“answer the fucking question.”

“i—i didn’t touch her, i swear—”

“that’s not what i asked.”

“i just watched. i was just watching. i didn’t mean anything by it, i was just—just curious—“

jungkook smiled.

“let me tell you what i see,” he whispered, leaning closer. “you watched her like she was prey. you messaged her, tried to scare her. you thought she was alone. you thought she was yours to study. like she wasn’t mine.”

“please—”

“but she’s not alone,” jungkook continued, tone so gentle it sent chills down jimin’s spine. “she has me. and i will tear the world apart before i let someone like you breathe in her direction again.”

ryu began to cry.

but it didn’t matter.

not when the love of his life was sat at home terrified, and unable to sleep.

jungkook stood. “break his fucking fingers.”

the scream echoed loud and long across the empty corridors of the building.

two hours later.

ryu was no longer crying. he wasn’t speaking at all. just slumped in the chair, breathing shallowly, broken in a dozen places.

jungkook stood in the center of the room, hands bloodstained, eyes unreadable.

“he’s not going to walk out of here, is he?” jimin asked quietly.

jungkook shook his head once. “no.”

“want us to finish it?”

“no,” jungkook said. he walked to the far wall, picked up a small flash drive from the desk, and pocketed it. “make it look like an overdose or some shit. just put him back where you found him, and scatter pills around his desk.”

taehyung cracked his neck. “i’ll handle it.”

jungkook turned to the door but paused. “i don’t want this traced. not a whisper. not a rumor. if anyone else so much as thinks about her—”

“they won’t,” jimin said firmly. “we’ll make sure of it.”

“she can’t know,” he said finally.

“she won’t,” jimin promised.

jungkook left without another word.

back at home, the rain was still falling outside

the first thing you noticed when you woke up was the cold.

not just the sheets, but the air. the emptiness.

you sat bolt upright in bed, your heart was racing.

the other side of the bed was empty. you scanned the room, eyes wide, breath catching in your throat.

“jungkook?”

nothing.

you threw the blankets back and stumbled out of bed, toes hitting the cold floor. your fingers trembled as you pulled open the bedroom door and stepped into the living room.

it was silent.

your eyes immediately scanned the revamped apartment.

the curtains were taped shut.

a new lock shining on the door.

your stomach flipped.

“j-jungkook,” you called again, louder this time. your voice cracked.

still no answer.

you checked the kitchen. the bathroom. the hallway.

nothing.

panicking now. you picked up your phone, hands shaking, and dialed his number.

voicemail.

again. straight to voicemail.

your knees hit the couch and you clutched the pillow. your thoughts spiraled fast and brutal.

what if he left? what if he lied? what if he’s not who you think he is?

tears pricked your eyes. your body was tight with anxiety, breath shallow, heart galloping.

he’d promised.

‘you’re not alone.’

‘i’ll be right here.’

‘sleep, angel.’

you curled into yourself, breath hitching, waiting, hoping—

until— the lock turned.

your head shot up.

the door opened with a slow, soft creak. and there he was.

jungkook stepped inside, hoodie damp slightly. his hair a mess.

“baby?” he blinked, clearly surprised. “you’re up.”

you were already off the couch and running into his arms.

“what the— where the fuck were you?!” you cried, voice shaking as you collided with him.

“you said you wouldn’t leave—i woke up and you were just—gone!”

jungkook staggered slightly at the force of you, but his arms wrapped around you immediately, protectively, pulling you tight against his chest.

“hey, hey, angel, shhh—” he murmured, one hand stroking your hair, the other clutching your back. “i’m here. i’m right here. i’m sorry.”

you gripped his hoodie like it was all that tethered you to the ground.

“i thought—i thought something happened. or—or that you—” you couldn’t even say it. your voice cracked against him.

jungkook held you tighter, rocking you slightly. “i just stepped out to grab breakfast. you were sleeping so peacefully, i didn’t want to wake you. i didn’t think you’d panic like that—i’m sorry, baby.”

you buried your face in his chest. your tears slowed. your breathing evened. but your mind didn’t.

you pulled back slightly and looked up at him, eyes still glassy but sharp now. searching.

“you taped the blinds.”

his hand stilled on your back.

“i noticed them gapping last night,” he said calmly, “didn’t want you waking up anxious again. figured this would help.”

“and the lock?”

“just extra precaution. just something to help you sleep better.” he smiled softly. “i want you to feel safe, that’s all.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “but… you didn’t mention it before.”

“i didn’t want to worry you,” he said gently, brushing a tear from your cheek. “i had the tools with me. it took like five minutes.”

it all made sense. his voice was soft. steady. he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

so why did your skin still have goosebumps?

you didn’t pull away from him. you clung tighter.

because despite the doubt, you needed him.

needed him so badly it made your bones ache.

“i was really scared,” you whispered.

“i know, baby,”he replied, lips brushing your temple.

“and i’ll never let you feel that way again. ever.”

you nodded slowly. letting yourself believe him.

since then nothing had quite clicked back into place. day by day passed. and by each day, the atmosphere turned more intense. you had already developed a suspicion, but the acts done by the day only made them grow more.

one day, you wake in the middle of the night.

the apartment is dark and silent, but as you walk to the kitchen, you notice the guest room door, usually closed, is cracked open.

you push it gently. curiosity getting the best of you.

inside was a computer setup you’ve never seen before. monitors. files. surveillance footage.

and photos of… you.

hundreds. candid. some from years ago. some from last week. some from… before you even met him.

“baby?” you suddenly hear jungkook’s voice calls from behind you. sleepy. innocent.

you turn, heart jackhammering in your chest.

“i thought i heard something,” you lie.

he tilts his head. then smiles softly. “come back to bed.”

you do.

but you don’t sleep.

the day went on fine, you think.

the sun was finally setting, but you hadn’t noticed.

you’d been sitting in the living room for hours, curled into a blanket with your legs tucked to your chest, a cup of untouched tea in your hands.

your eyes kept drifting toward the guest room door. closed again. locked.

you knew what you saw.

you weren’t crazy. right?

those photos. your face. over and over again.

your fingers tightened around the mug.

the door creaked open behind you.

“hey, angel,” jungkook’s voice was soft, “you’ve been quiet all day.”

you swallowed.

he walked into the room and sat beside you on the couch.

“you okay?” he asked, brushing hair behind your ear. “still shaken from the other night?”

you turned to face him slowly.

you set the mug down on the coffee table with trembling hands. “i just— want to ask you something.”

jungkook’s eyes didn’t blink. “okay.”

“i’m not… accusing you. i’m not upset. i just…”

your voice dropped. “i need you to tell me the truth. please.”

he stared at you for a little too long. then smiled gently. “the truth about what, baby?”

you hesitated. your throat felt tight. “about… everything. the locks. the cameras. the guest room. my phone not working. jungkook—why are you watching me?”

his smile faded, just slightly.

your heart beat faster.

“if something’s wrong… if there’s something you’re protecting me from… i deserve to know. i’m not mad. i just—” you inhaled shakily. “i love you. and i’m scared. i want you to talk to me.”

he didn’t answer right away.

instead, he reached for your hand, lifting it slowly and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“you’re scared?” he murmured, “of me?”

your breath caught. “i’m scared because i don’t understand. and i want to.”

he turned your hand in his, “you said you love me,” he said.

you nodded slowly. “i do.”

“then trust me.”

you tried to keep your voice steady. “i’m trying. that’s why i’m asking.”

jungkook finally looked up. his eyes were deep and unreadable. “you don’t need to worry about what’s in the guest room. or the cameras. or anything else.”

“why not?”

“because i’ve taken care of it.”

you froze. “taken care of what?”

“the man who was texting you. the one who thought he could follow you home. he won’t be a problem anymore.”

your lips parted. “jungkook…”

“i told you,” he said, quiet and firm, “i would never let anyone hurt you.”

you were trembling now. but not pulling away.

“and the cameras?” you asked. “the locks? the phone?”

his thumb stroked your palm. “i need to protect you.”

“but you didn’t tell me.”

“because you’d be scared. like you are now.”

there was no apology in his voice. just calm certainty.

“you don’t need to know everything, y/n,” he said gently. “you just need to be safe. and with me? you always will be.”

silence.

you stared at him, heart breaking open in your chest.

because somewhere deep down… you believed him.

and that terrified you more than anything else.

you just made your way into the bedroom, to think.

you needed to clear your head, needed space. so you sat curled on the bedroom floor, your back against the bedframe, knees hugged tight to your chest.

your thoughts looped endlessly, he did it for you. he lied to protect you. he’d kill for you. he already has.

you didn’t know how long you sat there. maybe an hour. maybe three.

the house was silent. but you felt him on the other side of the door.

waiting.

when it finally opened, you didn’t flinch.

jungkook stood there, barefoot and shirtless.

“y/n…baby…” his voice cracked.

you looked up at him, eyes rimmed red but dry.

“i can’t do this anymore,” he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “the silence. the waiting. i’ll tell you everything— i need to tell you everything.”

you didn’t speak.

so he sank to his knees in front of you.

his hands found yours, gently, like you might vanish if he moved too fast.

“i love you.” his voice trembled.

“i know that sounds twisted coming from me right now, but i swear— i have never loved anyone like i love you.”

you kept staring. listening.

“when we met, i thought i was just lucky. that somehow, i’d stumbled into something pure. but the more i got to know you, the more i realized—i couldn’t lose you. i couldn’t let the world touch you. not in the way it touched me.”

“i watched you. i memorized you. and yeah— maybe that was wrong. i know it was wrong. but it didn’t feel that way. it felt like devotion.”

you blinked slowly.

“i never meant to scare you,” he whispered. “but i’d burn the world to the ground if it meant you’d never have to be afraid again.”

silence bloomed between the both of you.

he looked at you like he was preparing to be shattered. like he knew you were going to leave him.

but instead, you leaned forward, and pressed your mouth to his.

it wasn’t rushed. or messy. it was soft, understanding.

when you finally pulled away, your voice was barely a whisper. “i understand.”

his eyes widened.

“i don’t agree with everything,” you continued, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “and i need time to figure out what this means for us. but right now... all i feel is how much i love you.”

jungkook let out a breath like he’d been

drowning.

“you’re mine,” he whispered.

“i’ve always been yours.”

that broke something in him.

and then he kissed you like he’d been starved for centuries.

your bodies tangled fast, his hands roaming your waist, lifting you into his lap as he pressed your back against the edge of the bed.

your breath hitched, soft moans escaping between kisses, as your fingers tugged on his soft hair.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered against your throat. “so fucking perfect.”

“then show me,” you whispered back.

“i’ll— i’ll give you the world baby.” he stuttered.

but you knew he meant it, literally.

hjs hands left your waist, moving to unbutton your shirt slowly. his knuckles brushed against your skin with each movement, leaving your skin feeling like fire.

as he reached the last button, he spread the shirt open, revealing your bare chest. he leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses to your collarbone, tracing the bone with his tongue.

his lips traveled lower, dragging across your

sternum, taking his time like he wanted to memorize every curve. when his mouth found your nipple, you gasped sharply, your back arching off the bed.

"so sensitive," he murmured against your skin, swirling his tongue before taking you into his mouth.

your hips jerked involuntarily, fingers tightening in his hair.

he smiled around your nipple, the vibration sending another shockwave through you.

one hand moved to palm your other breast, squeezing and playing with the sensitive flesh while his mouth continued its delicious torture.

his other hand trailed down your stomach, popping open the button of your shorts with ease.

he kissed lower, hot and wet against your quivering stomach, tugging your shorts and panties down in one fluid motion.

the cool air hit your cunt, but it was instantly replaced by his warm mouth, just his tongue dragging through your folds like he was starved.

you cried out, hips bucking up into his face.

your hands gripped the sheets, knees falling open wider as he ate at your pussy skillfully.

his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping you open for him as he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

"fuck, baby," he mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to your core.

"you taste so fucking sweet—mm. i could eat you all day long." his tongue delved deeper inside you, fucking you slowly with it.

“this— pussy’s all— f’ me, right?”

your whimpers grew louder, more desperate as he tongue fucked you leisurely, one hand reaching up to cover your breast and squeeze possessively.

he'd occasionally pull back, circling your clit with his tongue before sucking it hard into his mouth and drawing it between his lips.

"look at you," he groaned, releasing your clit with a soft pop. "so wet and messy for me. your pussy is leaking all over my face."

he pressed a kiss to your swollen lips, pushing his tongue inside to fuck you again. "god, i love it."

"please—i can't—" your voice broke, head thrashing against the mattress.

"can't what, baby?" he grinned up at you, breath hot between your thighs.

"can't take it? because i think you can." he hooked your legs over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper between your folds. "my girl."

he continued sucking, licking, and fingering you mercilessly. his free hand reached up to pinch and pull at your nipple, the dual sensations overwhelming you.

your legs trembled violently around his head as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

"that's it... right there..." he murmured against your pussy, fingers curling deeper and faster, tongue lashing your clit in relentless circles.

his other hand moved to your throat, applying gentle pressure as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "cum for me, baby."

your cry was loud and broken as you came, your pussy tightening around his fingers, your hips bucking wildly against his face.

he didn't stop, didn't slow down. he kept sucking and finger fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you were trembling and soaked.

only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he looked up at you with a smug grin, your juices glistening on his face.

"look at you," he said softly, pushing his fingers inside you again. "so sensitive f’ me. all— for me.”

you whimpered at his touch, your body hypersensitive from the intense orgasm.

he chuckled darkly, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "shh," he soothed, leaning up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

he broke the kiss suddenly, standing up to quickly strip off his own clothes.

you watched through heavy eyes, his thick, throbbing cock standing between his legs. he crawled back onto the bed between your thighs.

"you want this cock baby?" he murmured, guiding his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly against your swollen, wet folds. "you want me to bury myself inside you?"

your only response was a desperate nod, your hands reaching for him.

"good girl." he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size.

"fuck, you feel— ahh— amazing," he groaned once he was fully inside you. he didn't move immediately, just stayed still, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you perfectly. your pussy pulsed around him, still sensitive from the orgasm.

"look at me," he commanded, hands gripping your hips possessively. when your eyes met his, he started to move, slow, deep thrusts that hit every perfect spot inside you. "you're so tight. so fucking tight around me."

he leaned down, mouths barely touching. "i'm never letting you go."

"never," you agreed breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

his pace picked up, hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency.

the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, mingling with your desperate moans. his forehead pressed against yours, both of you gasping for air as he fucked into you relentlessly.

"mine. mine. mine,"

"y-yes—" your voice cracked, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. your walls clenched around him, threatening to push you over the edge again. "i'm yours. only yours."

he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he changed the angle, hitting that spot deep inside that made you see stars.

“mm— please! right— there!”

"right here?" he panted against your mouth, knowing exactly what that angle did to you.

"you like it when i hit it here?."

he adjusted again, pulling your legs over his shoulders and tilting your hips upward. he sank even deeper, the new angle making you gasp and claw at his back. "this is where you fucking—mm— belong," he grunted, fucking you steadily now.

“under me. on me. in me. connected. forever." each word punctuated by a deep thrust that made your eyes roll back.

“koo! i’m— i’m gonna cum!”

“milk my cock baby, please. show me you’re mine. need you to show me. please.” he begged, voice cracking suddenly.

and when you both finally finish together, you feel the world stop for a second. you feel his warm cum fill you up, as his cock twitches inside of of you.

he collapses onto you before he pulls you close, tight. afraid that you’ll slip away in the middle of the night.

his cock stays buried inside of of you the whole night, refusing to let his product leak out of you.

he was utterly devoted to you, and maybe after tonight… you were utterly devoted to him too.

the next morning felt different, the storm had softened overnight, and the sky seemed a lighter shade of grey.

you stirred awake first.

you blinked up at the ceiling, breath still slow, body warm under the weight of the duvet, and him.

jungkook’s arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand resting protectively against your stomach. his legs were tangled with yours, face pressed to the crook of your neck. his breath was warm and even. still asleep.

you didn’t move.

you didn’t want to.

instead, you turned just enough to look at him.

he looked... different in the morning.

softer. his lips parted just slightly. skin still flushed from last night.

and god, he was beautiful.

your fingers moved before you could stop them, reaching to trace the edge of his jaw.

you felt the faint scrape of stubble. the delicate shape of his cheekbone. the tattooed vines that wrapped around his arm.

fuck.

memories of last night flash in front of you.

you bit your lip.

your heart ached, but not from pain. from possession.

“mine.”

you kissed his forehead gently, nose brushing his temple.

“you’re not going anywhere,” you whispered. “i won’t let you.”

you see a soft smile curve on his lips suddenly.

his voice, still rough from sleep, “ wasn’t plan on going anywhere, baby.”

you jumped a little. “you’re awake?”

“wasn’t,” he said, blinking open one eye. “but your voice... kinda made it hard to stay asleep.”

you flushed. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

he stretched, groaning softly, before dragging you closer.

“best way to wake up,” he murmured. “with you right here. watching me like i’m your favorite thing in the world.”

“you are.”

he paused at that, just for a second.

something flickered behind his eyes. not shock. not fear.

“careful, you’re dangerous when you say things like that,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

you smiled. “‘mm, you like it.”

“i do.”

your foreheads pressed together.

you weren’t just falling for him.

you were beginning to mirror him.

and that?

that was more dangerous than anything.

later, jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, hunched forward, palms resting on his knees. he hadn’t looked at you in ten minutes.

you stood across the room, barefoot in one of his shirts, watching him silently.

“angel. i need to tell you something,” he said finally, voice rough.

you didn’t speak. just nodded once.

his eyes didn’t meet yours.

“i didn’t fall in love with you when we met.” a breath. “i already loved you. before that. long before.”

your breath caught, not from surprise. from the weight of it.

“i saw you on the train,” he said. “you were smiling at someone. just a stranger. and it ruined me.”

“i followed you. watched you. found where you worked, where you lived. i memorized the way you walked, the way you laughed, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused.”

your heart beat rapidly in your chest. still, you didn’t move.

“i thought it would fade,” he whispered. “but it didn’t. it only got worse. i started getting rid of anything that could hurt you. anyone.”

you swallowed. “who?”

jungkook hesitated.

“mark.”

your eyes widened. “from my job?”

he nodded. “i saw the way he looked at you. touched your arm when you passed. you didn’t see it, but i did. every time.”

a long pause.

“i waited outside his building. he never made it home.”

your eyes widened. your hands curled into the hem of his shirt. your voice barely rose above a whisper.

“you killed him… for me?”

jungkook stood then. slowly. like a man coming undone.

“i would do it again,” he said. “i would burn down cities for you. cut through the world just to make sure you’re safe. i know it’s sick. i know it’s twisted. but i can’t help it. i love you in a way that doesn’t have brakes.”

he stepped closer.

“i love you in a way that ruins things.”

there was silence before you spoke.

“then ruin me.”

jungkook froze.

your eyes burned into his.

“i don’t care what you’ve done,” you whispered.

“i don’t care how it started. i just care that you’re mine.”

you walked to him, slowly, deliberately.

until your chests touched. your hands slid to his jaw. your voice was breathless, desperate.

“i want you. all of you. i want to be tangled in your mess. your violence. your obsession. i want you to lose your mind over me… because— because i’m already losing mine over you.”

he looked at you like you were crazy, and then groaned softly, then kissed you.

not gently.

not slowly.

he kissed you like a man at the edge of a cliff, like he’d die if he didn’t take you with him.

"youre driving me fucking crazy." he groaned into your mouth.

you clung to him, moaning into his mouth, fingers tugging his shirt over his head.

his hands were already at your thighs, lifting you, gripping like he needed bruises as proof that you were real.

you wrapped your legs around him, and he carried you to the bed like you weighed nothing.

his body against yours, his mouth trailing over your neck, your chest, your stomach, worshipping like you were goddess.

you were, his goddess.

you cried out his name, desperate, broken.

“that’s it, baby. let me have all of it.”

“you’re mine. every part. say it.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped. “no one else. only you.”

when he pushed his cock inside you, you felt everything, the way his hands trembled, the way his breath stuttered against your skin.

you moved together, slow at first, then faster, harder, more desperate.

"no one else gets to have you like this, no one gets to look, touch, breathe or fuck you like i do"

"f-uck, koo please."

it wasn’t just sex.

it was claiming.

it was obsession.

“f-fuck— you ruin me,” he groaned into your mouth.

“then let me,” you moaned back, kissing him until your lungs burned.

"let go, cum for me." he groans.

you came together in a mess, lips still touching, hands still holding — like even when it was done, you couldn’t let go. you didn’t want to.

when it was over, he held you close, as if you’d slip away.

he then spoke, softly.

“baby.. do you regret this?”

you smiled. you didn’t even open your eyes.

“no,” you breathed. “i don’t think i’ve ever felt more like myself.”

“i used to be afraid of turning into someone unrecognizable.”

he looked down at you.

“and now?”

you turned your face toward the mirror on the wall beside the bed.

the girl you used to be was gone.

but in her place was a woman full of obsession and devotion. and in his arms, you had never felt more alive.

you stared at your reflection.

“i recognize her now,” you whispered.

“and she loves you more than her own soul.”

jungkook kissed you again. this time, not with urgency. but with certainty.

“i’m scared of how much i love you,” he whispered.

you pulled his face up, eyes pouring into his.

“then don’t fight it,” you whispered. “let it consume us.”

he smiled, wrecked.

and you smiled back.

because there was no going back now.

you were each other’s poison, and neither of you was searching for nor wanted the cure.

a/n : yayyyy! happy Valentine’s Day buns! this fic took a whole month to write & edit and everything and it’s mostly because there was SO much shit that had to be redone… like please one year ago I was lowk all over the place with my writing… you guys do NOT want to see the original draft of this from a year ago.. 😭 I’m so happy it’s out so now I can finally get some rest before finishing up on chap 2 of positions! and also it’s 3a.m rn so I’m just going to publish this and then go to SLEEP because I have work tomorrow..! ignore any mistakes because my eyes are heavy so my proofreading may not be perfect atm BUTT ofc lmk what you guys thought! also it has been long since I’ve written a sort of serious..? fic so do be kind! but pleaseee I do wanna hear everything hehe! <3 🤍

divider credit : @/cursed-carmine

[ggukivrse]

THE ART OF PRETENDING ⭑ JJK

summary ༄.° when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend. but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.

pairing… jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre/warnings… exes to lovers, fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, a LOT of angst, fluff, (eventual) explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption, ft. seokjin, namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, yoongi + four female ocs, other chapter specific tags

total word count… 48.4k

status… COMPLETED

⌗ masterlist. ⌗ playlist. ⌗ visualiser. ⌗ taglist.

CHAPTERS

00 — teaser ( 1.0k )

01 — the way things go ( 4.9k )

“we dated for four years. what’s one more week gonna do?”

02 — broken cd ( 4.9k )

“yeah. you gave up your right to guess what matters to me.”

03 — ivy ( 5.5k )

“c’mon. i kept you from passing out on the kitchen floor. that’s at least worth a bite.”

04 — halley’s comet ( 5.2k )

“you don’t just— touch me like that anymore.”

05 — anything ( 8.1k )

“i don’t want you to regret anything.” “then make sure i don’t.”

06 — tv ( 4.6k )

“i’m sorry it didn’t mean anything, okay?”

07 — zombie girl ( 7.7k )

“you’re a fucking idiot.”

08 — lover, you should’ve come over ( 7.7k )

“i wasn’t planning to call.”

epilogue — butterfly ( 2.5k )

"i love you more."

written by GGUKIVRSE | ⌗ divider credits.

[talyaaas-blog]

Wait cant wait to read 😛

[junqive]

a late night snack turns dramatic when your boyfriend wakes up

pairing: jungkook x reader wc: 735 warnings: none, they're cute as always

i'm craving a pack of shin ramyun now.... </3

꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒦♡₊˚˚꒷︶︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒦♡₊˚

the clock reads 1 am. 

you know why you’re up— you’re extremely hungry. you had too much work to do today, which caused you to fall asleep as soon as you came back home. you didn’t even have the energy to wait up for your boyfriend, jungkook, which was unusual for you; that’s how tired you were. 

and now, you can’t fall back asleep with your growling stomach. jungkook is sound asleep next to you, arm wrapped around your waist as he holds you close. you somehow manage to slip from his hold— he must be tired too since he wakes up at the smallest of movements— and pad to the kitchen. 

you turn on the overhead lamp, standing with your arms crossed as you contemplate what to eat in your sleepy daze. you open the snack cabinet and spot your saving grace— instant noodles with microwavable rice. with shaky hands you take out the food, putting the rice in the microwave and the ramen in a boiling pot of water on the stove. 

your movements are sluggish, your mind still wants to go back to sleep. you focus so much on getting the ramen right that you don’t remember the rice you put in the microwave. it’s the device’s loud, incessant beeping that pulls you out of your daze. a small hiss leaves your lips as you rush to stop the microwave. the container is hot, so you can’t help the quiet curse that escapes you.

the sound of footsteps padding into the kitchen makes you realise that maybe you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were.

well fuck.

“baby?” jungkook mumbles, walking into the kitchen while rubbing his eyes. he looks absolutely adorable— hair messed up, one pant leg completely bunched up, lips forming a pout. if you weren’t feeling so guilty about waking him up, you’re sure you would’ve placed a hundred kisses all over his face. “i’m so sorry, love.” you whisper, turning off the stove and walking up to him, gently placing your hands on his waist. 

“what are you doing..?” he asks softly, trying to make sense of the food and the lights and everything else. you sheepishly laugh, looking around the kitchen before looking back at him. “i was making myself a small meal… i fell asleep without eating,” you explain, hand gently cupping his cheek. he lets out a quiet sigh and rubs his eyes once again, before looking at what you planned to eat. his eyes go wide at the ramen, his favourite ramen. 

“......you’re having ramen without me?” jungkook asks, his pout returning. your eyes widen slightly, not having expected that.

“it’s late, love, i didn’t want to wake you—” “doesn’t matter, you always call me when you’re having ramen,” he says, separating from you to go check on the noodles. 

“i can’t believe you’d do this”, he mumbles, look at you with a sleepy frown. you laugh softly, walking up to him and pressing a small kiss to his pouty lips.

“my baby,” you whisper, pressing another kiss. “go sit, i’ll make you some,” jungkook huffs, taking a seat the kitchen island. you make another pack of ramen and another bowl of rice, before placing everything in front of him.

“anything else, your majesty?” you ask exaggeratedly, to which jungkook rolls his eyes and pulls you to the chair next to him.

“just eat,” he mumbles, digging in immediately. you smile, beginning to eat too. you eat in silence for the most part, before your boyfriend speaks up.

“to think you’d have had this without me, oh the betrayal,” he groans dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. you’re about to respond when he talks again, not letting down on the theatrics. “i’d actually be heartbroken— i would’ve questioned our love.” oh lord. you can’t help the sigh mixed with the laughter that escapes you as you make eye contact with jungkook. “seriously dude?” you ask, a small smile on your face. 

“yes, extremely serious! never exclude me from this again,” he says, pout on his face as he gently nudges your thigh in protest. 

“i would never,” you whisper, gently cupping his cheek. the pout on his face turns into a wide grin, before he nods in satisfaction and goes back to eating the last few bites left. 

yeah, you wouldn’t even dream of not waking him up for late night ramen again. 

[dodoneck]

so cutee 🥺🥺

[strawbarryjiminie]

Dark but just a game..

Description:It began as him being your fan, but now, he watches you like it's his job. He can’t stop the fixation he has on you. Your music, your voice, your face, your body... and soon, it will all belong to him.

Pairing(s): Fan!Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Idol!Reader

Warning(s): Obsessive Jeon Jungkook, Stalker Jeon Jungkook, Famous reader, creepy jungkook, Sexually Explicit Content: Virgin Jungkook, experienced!reader, slight dacryphilia, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, body worship, sub jungkook, switch reader

Genre(s): Idol Au, Yandere

WC:8.6k

Song-Dark But Just a Game By Lana Del Rey

A/N: Hi, I know I haven't uploaded in a while so there's this I wrote it because lately I've been obsessed with Jungkook due to his recent collabs. Just some food for thought, I originally started writing this a while ago but thought I might scrap it but had a change of heart so here. I hope you enjoy!

You wave goodbye to your fans and step off the stage, eager to get out of your concert outfit. You’re known globally for your astounding stage presence, present interactions with fans, and your eye catching dance moves paired with your catchy lyrics. You are a celebrity that's worshipped by many and praised by every generation.

”That was a bad show,” You note in between shaky breaths as you collapse backstage. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. It takes a lot of energy to do what you do, but even then sometimes you can’t even live up to the life long expectations from your fans.

”I think you did well, ___, especially with everything going on,” Your manager, Jin, says as he hands you an ice cold cup of water. You take it and down it in one gulp before thinking about what Jin just said. A lot is going on right now in your personal life, but you can’t let it affect your performance. Your fans count on you to give out your best everyday, no matter the cost.

“Well, I can’t really let it get to me, you know? I do have an image,” You mutter as one of the staff begins fanning you down to stop the sweat that cascades down your forehead. Maybe you did go a little overboard.

”___, I’m serious though, take some time off if you need to. Don’t overwork yourself. You did good out there,” You nod, then walk further back stage to your dressing room to change out of your uncomfortably sweaty clothes.

You understand completely what Jin is hinting at. Your stalker. Well, you hate to even call them that, to put a label on them, but they can't seem to leave you alone. From texting you from multiple numbers, having things delivered to your house, or following you around. They’ve done it all and they won't stop. Usually when things like this happen, which is regularly, the police handle it and the person is locked up within a week. This, however, is a different case. They are untraceable. No foot print left behind. It’s scary and frustrating, but that’s the price of fame.

You have to live with it for right now, even if you feel like someone’s peering over your shoulder at night. At least they aren’t actively trying to approach you or breaking into your house. That is the worst case scenario though.

You take off your top then grab a towel to wipe off most of the sweat from your body. You still feel a little icky, but you’d likely take a shower when you get home. When you unclasp your bra, that's when you hear it. It’s the sound of heavy breathing floating from behind you. You try so hard to ignore it and keep changing, but then you swear you hear a small groan. Your head whips around, your eyes darting around the room. Thankfully, you don’t discover anything worrisome. It was probably just the wind. You continue, slipping on a T-shirt that adorns your merch. You slip on matching shorts, grabbing your phone to immediately let Jin know you’re on your way back for the casual staff get together you all have after each Concert.

Almost immediately forgetting about the strange sounds that left a shiver down your spine.

To Jungkook you’re like any other hobby. He spends most of his time listening to your music, buying your new releases, putting up your posters on his wall. He’s a fan of yours, a big fan.

He doesn’t remember how it started, but he likes to say it was when he met you at a fan sign event. At the time he was just some nerdy loser who was regularly ignored by his classmates and family members. Honestly, that kind of personality was more than likely half of your fanbase. But at the time your music was his escape, like a portal to a new world. It helped him throughout high school, it got him through the stares and name calling. Made him forget he was a shut in loser. He saved up a lot just so he could go to your fan sign. He wanted so terribly to meet his savior.

It was the most wonderful day of his life. You were so kind to him. Almost too kind. Not only signing his album, but when he told you how much your music inspired him, you smiled and giggled. You actually giggled. Jungkook had never been able to make a girl giggle before.

You’d spoken to him so long that the person behind him grew impatient and pushed him to the ground angrily. He’d accepted his fate and grabbed his broken frames that had fallen from his face. That was his life, he was used to it. He didn't expect you to care too much, but you did. You moved from behind the desk and helped him to his feet, apologizing on behalf of your angry fan. The security took them away as you inspected Jungkook, looking for injuries. He’ll never forget what you told him.

“You shouldn't let people treat you like that. Speak up and fight back if you have to. I have to go. But take care of yourself, Jungkook,” You said before leaving him to find his way out of the event. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, you had seen him in a vulnerable state but you still cared. He was small back then, wimpy, with no back bone. But he has changed. For you he has changed. He is bigger, stronger, and people fear bumping into him. He’s gotten a sleeve of tattoos, a multitude of them dedicated to you,and piercings were a must; he'd heard you once say that your ideal type needed piercings.

He’s been dedicating most of his time outside of work tracking you, doing his best to stay up to date with your whereabouts.You ignore his calls and block every number he texts you from, but it doesn’t deter him. It only makes his fixation stronger. You don’t know it yet, but he belongs to you. He knows your name is carved into his heart.

His guest room in his apartment is why he can’t have friends over. The room is solely dedicated to all of his precious pictures and items he collects of yours.

Right now he is meaning to add something new to his collection. He wants something freshly worn. He's never gone this far before, never this close. He usually maintains a distance, but he got carried away like this. He wants to see you up close. He doesn’t expect you to start undressing, and he feels his self control slowly slipping away from himself as he watches the sweat glisten on your bare skin from just beyond the closet. He gulps, his eyes scanning over your naked body. He’s been saving himself for you, but just like any other man, he gets urges that not even his hand can satiate. Right now, you are on full display.

You’re putting on a show for him. You have to be. The subtle bounce of your breasts leaves a small groan escaping from his lips. He barely has time to register his mistake before you whip your head around, your eyes slowly scanning the room.

His breathing stops then, thinking he’s been found. But, thankfully, you return back to getting dressed, but quicker this time. Jungkook scolds himself mentally for losing it like that. You aren’t his to take, not yet anyway.

It has to be ninety degrees out at least. You don’t know why your staff thought it would be appropriate to continue having an event whilst there is a heat wave. You’re so irritable, but are trying your absolute best not to show it.  

The heat is clouding your senses, consuming your thoughts. Your head spins, and you realize you haven’t taken a single sip of your water. You mentally scold yourself for being so reckless. 

As you take a sip of water, your team finally recognizes that it’s too hot and begins trying to organize a way for you to switch the fan meeting inside. You know your fans have to be impatient and sweaty, so it takes more than a few shouts to redirect it. 

Your manager realises this quickly, shifting his focus to you. You’re not looking too good, but they need you and your voice. Two staff members begin fanning you down as Jin approaches you and whispers into your ear.

“I think you are the only person they’ll listen to, ___.” You sigh at this, accepting your fate. You squeeze your palms into fists to try and settle the nerves. Your hearts racing in your chest, but it's nothing you can't handle. All you have to do is stand up and tell your fans that they need to move inside for safety reasons. It’s easy, you often sing on stages in front of thousands of people, so why are you so nervous? Something’s not right, but you can’t worry about this right now. You’re a celebrity, you can’t disappoint your fans. This moment is temporary, but how you make them feel is forever. 

“Uh, I-I..” You stammer as you try to stand with the mic to your lips. Your eyes squint as the sun seeps into them, dribbles of sweat infiltrating and blurring your vision. 

Get a fucking grip, ___, You tell yourself.

Jin’s eyes observe you with worry whilst your fans divert their attention to you expectantly. However, before you can even manage to get something out,  you’re collapsing, tumbling to ground on the stage. All you can hear is muted gasps and the sound of your heart beat in your eardrums.  You aren’t able to catch yourself, you’re too weak. You’d skipped lunch previously that afternoon out of habit. You’re going to fall to the ground in front of all your fans. Anxiety and shame fills you in that split second, a wave of nausea entering your body. 

When you open your eyes, you somehow aren’t on the ground dry heaving from embarrassment. Instead, you’re in someone’s arms. A man in all black sweatpants, hoodie, and mask that covers most of his face is holding you.  His grip on you is strong and his eyes wide and doe like. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before realizing in a panic you don't know this man. He isn't your staff, and definitely not a venue coordinator. So that can only mean he’s a fan. Embarrassment floods your senses, but he breaks the awkward silence. 

“I’ve got you,” His voice is unexpectedly deep and sultry. You’re intrigued, but can't help the way your eyes begin seeing two of him; nausea getting the best of you. You try to swallow down your bile, but fail. His eyes assess your form and you can see the alert and concern contained within them.  You don’t even get to ask about his identity before you’re puking all of your breakfast from that morning on his black hoodie. 

Once you’re done defiling his hoodie in your dazed state you look up to see security rushing toward you hurriedly and Jin’s horrified expression as he tries to calm your fans. Your gaze flits to the crowd, and to your horror, you spot multiple phones recording the embarrassing scene before the security gets to you. You’re absolutely mortified.

On paper, you’re a perfect, unproblematic singer, so Jungkook has rarely ever had a need to defend you online from the scums that try to tarnish celebrities’ names. But now Jungkook has found his way onto multiple accounts, hacking them to delete the unsavory video of you puking on him from too many different angles. Not before saving all of them, of course. He just had to document the fact that you two were publicly together, and that close. Even if it was slightly disgusting.

Not only your company but you yourself had posted several formal apologies and made it known that you would be halting further activities. Jungkook believed your so-called fans didn't deserve your kindness. They shared, reposted, and mocked you on multitudes of different social media platforms. The only person that deserved an apology was him. Your security guards had practically tackled him even when you and your manager had told them to stop. Your manager apologized for you as you were taken away by a medical unit to be examined. This was exactly why you were being ripped apart on the internet. How could you be so cruel to a fan just helping you out?

Seemingly, Jungkook was the only one who understood why. He wasn’t supposed to have been on the stage. Everyone was taking a momentary break to drink water and recollect themselves. Jungkook knew from the second he saw you. He had somehow landed tickets to the meet and greet, and was excited to see you once again even though he did worry about you doing such an event in the heat.

After weaseling his way up front, he could see your breathing becoming fast paced and your eyelids drooping. He knew there was something wrong, but your team stood idly by, still proceeding to force you to stand. It wasn’t your fault. It was your teams’. This is precisely how he defended you on social media, correcting people about the situation whilst being passive aggressive. 

You deserve better. And the halt of further activities broke him. He can't allow that. Your music, Your personality, just ripped away from him. You are the life jacket that keeps him afloat in this deep murky ocean of confusion and uncertainty. You give his life purpose and structure. He doesn't casually spend hours at the gym for some nobody on the street to recognize him, no, never. He does this all for you. And he can't let all his work be in vain. 

Jungkook closes his tabs on his computer, trying to calm his senses. He places his headphones on and plays your newest single that he had already streamed hundreds of times. Instead of sticking with your usual girly, pop vibes, you went with a more slow and sensual sound. His mind wanders elsewhere. Of course, it’s to you. His mind remembers every subtle curve of your body, a secret hidden mole by your neck, and how light you were in his arms. He tries hard, almost too hard, to not let his mind linger too long on you like this. It riles him up, makes him want more than he can get. But right now he can’t help it.

Everything about you has stuck to him. You’re intoxicating and he can't seem to get enough of you, always reaching back to take more. As they say, once you get an inch, you end up wanting a mile. He’d be lying if he said he took his hoodie to a dry cleaners or even washed it at home. Obviously no one knows about him keeping it. It’s his forever secret. He worships the ground you walk on and dedicates hours of his days into watching you. You own a permanent spot on his heart that not even his parents can say they have. You are his world, and he’s only just figured a way to sneak his way into yours.

This being the biggest fuck up of your career would be an understatement. You’ve been bedrotting for two weeks, refusing to leave your apartment for anything, using whatever willpower you have left to order take out and binge watch episodes of cringy vampire and werewolf films from the 2010s. You are relishing your childhood as your adulthood falls apart right before your very eyes. 

But hey, you haven’t noticed any advancements from your stalker in the past two weeks, so that is a positive. Sadly, it is seemingly the only positive you can seem to find right now. You swear the whole world despises you, even the penguins in Antarctica. 

Jin tries to contact you daily, but you’re too embarrassed and miserable to call him back. The only way he knows you're alive is through the few dry texts you send him everyday. He wants you to  make a comeback to try and help everyone forget about the incident, but you both know it’s too soon and short of notice. You had realized quickly after that no one was angry about the puke, but instead they were more furious about how everything was handled that day. And your apologies somehow only seem to fuel the fire.

There is nothing you can do anymore. The fan from the meet was too anonymous. No matter how hard you or your team tried the first week, you couldn’t find anything on him. Many impersonators fled to the internet quickly claiming to be him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they also mysteriously vanished, giving no follow up. You cried helplessly, not only for your tarnished reputation but for the fan that will forever think you're a sleazeball because of the actions that occurred that day.

Now, you can no longer cry. Instead, your phone is on do not disturb, and to seal the deal, you deleted all your social media apps off your phone to prevent yourself from looking at the hateful messages many people are leaving you.

 You roll up in a ball as the sounds from the tv slowly drift away, your eyes already closing, mind focused on the much needed nap you would have. However, that's when you hear the reoccurring ringing of the doorbell as if someone is being chased outside of your apartment. You ignore it, just as you do to most things in your life, but when a shout follows, you force yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed. 

“You can’t lock yourself away forever,” A snarky voice shouts from behind the door. When you open the door, you’re met with your friends Manon and Daniela. You groan at the cheeky smiles displaying on their faces; they’re up to something.

”We come bearing gifts,” Manon says to pique your interest, which she inevitably does. You let them both into your mess of an apartment, littered with take out boxes, silverware cluttering the sink, clothes messily thrown around your living room, and food in the beginning stages of molding.

”Wow, I didn't expect it to be this bad...” Daniela mutters as her eyes scope around your filthy apartment. Your head drops in embarrassment, but Manon places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ready to boost your mood.

”We didn’t come here to criticize, Dani. We came here to help in any way we can. Then, after, we’re hitting the town. We have something important planned tonight.” Manon encourages, and you smile, noting how your friends always seem to know just how to boost your mood. You’re ready for whatever they have in store. It’s your first time out in two weeks, after all.

“Why the fuck are you so damn pissy?”  Taehyung's words ring through Jungkook’s head like a bell. Jungkook doesn’t have many friends, Taehyung and Jimin being the two exceptions to that statement. They’re casual friends, work friends. Not close or comfortable friends. Not comfortable enough to be invited over, share food with each other, and definitely not fucking close enough to go on blind dates with each other. 

“C’mon Tae, you can’t just trick him into going on a triple blind date. You know Jungkook's not…into that sort of stuff,” Jimin concludes, and Jungkook can feel the uncertainty in that pause, and he wonders what Jimin really wanted to say.

”Well, I would’ve invited Hobi but he’s busy teaching some fucking millennial Zumba class, Jungkook was my final option,” Taehyung scoffs, which only causes Jungkook’s annoyance to grow. He definitely does not want to be talking to some random woman who just wants his dick, especially not when he can spend the night watching over you.

“Well, find someone else to go on your sex escapades with,” He scowls, his voice low and serious, trying to maintain his composure.

”I’m doing you a favor. Maybe all you need is to get laid so you stop being fucking cranky all the time. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Taehyung asks crudely. Jungkook almost freezes up at this but maintains his composure; he doesn't owe Taehyung anything, especially not the fact that Jungkook’s a virgin. But to get Taehyung off his back and miles away from this blind date, he’d do anything.

”I’m waiting until marriage. Not everyone wants to sleep with five hundred women before they turn thirty,” Jungkook scoffs back, but Taehyung laughs reading him like an open book.

”Says the one that poses in the mirror, flexing his muscles and is covered head to toe in tattoos. I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Spoken like a virgin afraid to get his dick wet.” Jungkook almost seethes at this before Jimin cuts in. 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to do anything you don't want to. Just entertain her whilst Tae and I secure the goodies for ourselves. I know you have to take one for the team here but please, just this once,” Jimin begs, his voice sincere. Jungkook groans before begrudgingly saying yes.  

“Now we’re talking. Just load up on some beer, man, the buzz will help you get through it. I promise,” Taehyung insists as Jungkook glares in his direction. It isn’t a bad idea, but it's solely because it came from Taehyung that makes Jungkook uneasy.

“Whatever...” He mumbles under his breath, slumping in his seat. He hadn’t realized their ‘Guests’ had arrived until Jimin gets up to greet them in the bar. Jungkook can tell by the flush on his cheeks that he’s already tipsy. 

Jungkook looks up for a moment to scope the ladies out. Two very beautiful women, but they don’t hold a candle to you. His eyes inspect more carefully for the third. He's not bringing her home, but he’d at least like to know who he has to entertain for the next two hours. He straightens up and his eyes widen, his jaw falling slack. He clenches a fist in his pocket. You. The third girl is you. And you’re fucking mesmerizing.

You breathe in and out. Daniela had only told you once you were out the house that it was a blind date. Your complaints were minimal since it has been awhile since you last put yourself out there.

You wish you could say that it's going well, but the man in front of you is in a complete daze, buffering in front of your very eyes, and you have no idea how to spark up a conversation with him.

”Jungkook, right?” You question, and his response is an unsure nod. It almost makes you laugh, how can a person be unsure of their own name.

”So...I heard you’re the youngest here,” You say. You’ve never gone after younger guys, so he does sort of spark your interest. His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, his pupils strategically avoiding your gaze. 

“I, uh, yes...” He stutters out before taking a swig from the beer in front of him. You don't think you have an intimidating aura surrounding you, but you’ve also mainly interacted with people who already know you. You’re surprised enough as it is that he hasn’t recognized you yet. 

“I’m not usually into younger guys, but actually-“ Before you can continue, he cuts your spiel short.

“Really?” He asks, his voice coming out strained. The look in his eyes proves he’s just one word away from a breakdown. 

You somehow find it endearing that he’s nervous, but still making an effort to talk to you. Maybe he does recognize you, but is trying to keep it cool. Either way, it’s cute.

”You didn’t let me finish,” You giggle as he falls back in his seat expectantly.

”M’sorry,” He mumbles out, voice low and eyes suddenly trained on his lap. You see his nervousness in full effect as his front teeth begin to nibble away at his bottom lip.

You gulp down some of your beer, trying to loosen the atmosphere between you two before continuing. 

“I was gonna say that you actually have me intrigued. You're cute,” You mutter the last part, but are sure Jungkook heard it loud and clear based solely on his reaction and the way his eyes lit up, staring into yours.

”Th-Thank you, uhm...?” He trails off, waiting for you to tell him your name. Ah, so he doesn’t recognize you. Perfect. You take a shot glass from the two that had mysteriously appeared on the table, gesturing to Jungkook to do one with you. 

“___. Just call me, ___” You say, clinking your shots together before downing them eagerly.

His hardness is straining his jeans, making it almost impossible to focus on the conversation. Maybe if he’s lucky, you’ll be the one to take care of it tonight. But he can't get ahead of himself. The conversation is flowing smoothly back and forth. He’s playing a young mindless idiot and it disgusts him a little. His Bambi eyes work on you, though. You're easily swayed based on how you reacted to them. 

Fuck, he could have you eating out of the palm of his hands, easily. He’s no light weight, so even a few shots in, he hasn’t lost himself yet. He is buzzed, though, and he can see the way you're eyeing him. His fucking cheeks specifically, you definetly wanna pinch them and that pisses him off a little; he’s always hated how round his face is, but if he had to succumb to some hidden kink you had then so be it. He’ll let you pinch them. Only you. He’ll let you coddle him all you want if it means he’ll end up being yours tonight.

”Your face is so round.” You blink lazily. There it is. Normally, he’d seethe with anger if someone pointed that out. But you, you can call him baby, play with his hair, pinch his cheeks, and take care of him. He doesn’t care because it’s you.

Your hand’s reach over without a care in the world, quickly invading Jungkook’s personal space to set your palms on his cheeks, only subtly squishing them beneath your palms. The sudden warmth of your palms stun him, yet Jungkook clenches his jaw, which you seem to be completely oblivious to.  

Right when Jungkook thinks the humiliation ritual is over, Taehyung's drunken voice lays thick in the air.

“Awww, little baby kookie.” Jungkook's eyes remain closed, clenching his jaw harder, grinding his teeth.

 “Can I squeeze?” He asks, something sinister in his eyes as Jimin pulls out his phone to capture the ridiculous exchange. However, instead of removing your hands so Taehyung can replace them, you squish Jungkook’s cheeks harder; which he doesn’t mind at all.

“No, he’s mine, get your own.” You laugh. You’re joking, he knows that, but you don’t let go. Your eyes return to his. 

Jungkook’s heart rate speeds up in his chest, his erection returning. His palms are sweaty. Why is it suddenly so hot in here, and when the hell did he get so lucky all of a sudden? Your hands are pulling him in closer for a kiss, his first kiss. 

“Mwah,” You pronounce with exaggeration. You leave a slobbery kiss on his cheek. His fucking cheek. It’s still something but he just thought, that just maybe…

You lean in closer to him, your lips centimeters away from his ear, “Not in front of them,” You pull away fast with a playful smile on your lips.

He gulps whilst nodding to look up at you. He hopes you’re actually like this, into submission. You have to be. Or else you’re just fucking with him. Either way he’ll play your game, and he will win. Because he’s been playing long before you even started.

He’s cute. Could you see yourself dating him in the future? Now, that's a different question. He's young. And you're a celebrity. Relationships aren't really your thing, but maybe this can be a casual thing. Nothing too serious.

Right now you're realizing what he reminds you of. A bunny. Which is adorable in your eyes. Maybe he's playing an act with you, because you find yourself staring at the small holes that decorate his face, hardly taking into account the beautiful art that trails up his right hand. You find the aesthetic of it attractive. You’d always fantasized about dating a man with tattoos. You had always made that known to all your friends, however, his body told an entirely different story compared to his face. The contrast of it intrigues you. 

You may be a little tipsy, well, maybe a lot, but you can see the look in his eyes, his palms stuffed into his pockets and the subtle chewing of his bottom lip. He’s nervous and shrunken in on himself. Possibly even embarrassed. 

You’re probably reading his body language wrong; he could be annoyed. You have been droning on about yourself, about what you’re into, and he’s just been staring at you with those wide eyes, with an awe-struck look on his face as if in a trance. 

“Sorry, I've just been talking your ear off,” You say to him, your voice instantly pulling him from his thoughts.

“No, that’s not it, I just...” Jungkook gulps, his eyes averting from your intense gaze, drifting slowly to your cleavage. Your low cut dress leaves little for him to imagine.

A smirk plays on your face as you notice this. You immediately understand what he wants, and you don't mind giving it to him. 

 Your eyes wander around looking at the vacant tables that your friends previously occupied, this fully solidifies the idea in your mind. Your hand finds him on the table gently trailing up his arm you can feel him tense underneath your touch.

”Seems our friends ditched us,” You say in a sultry tone. Jungkook's eyes dart around before landing on you again.

”Do you maybe wanna go back to your place...?” You propose, his eyes widening in shock.

“M-my place?” He stutters out.

”Yeah, is that okay with you?” You say as a pout begins to form on your lips. 

“Of course,” He mutters out, nodding his head eagerly as he stands up from his seat to exit the bar, the tab already having been paid. 

“Well, lead the way,” You whisper whilst rising from your seat to take his hand, interlocking it with your own, his hands warm and damp with sweat. You smile at this, finding his nervousness endearing.

You catch a glimpse of the way he licks his bottom lip and gulps, beginning to walk you to his car. You fail to notice the repeated glimpses he gives you as he does so, and on the ride to his apartment you pay no mind to his fidgety behavior. 

When you both arrive at his apartment, the room you enter is pitch black. He lets you enter first, letting you  look around after you take your shoes off, leaving them by the door.

“Where’s the light switch?” You ask curiously, but Jungkook beats you to it by turning on the lights, revealing the kitchen and living room to you. You take in the small space, appreciating how neat it is. Actually, you’d say it’s more empty than neat. Nothing sticks out to you, but you feel awkwardness rising in the air as Jungkook takes off his shoes.

“Nice place you got here,” You say, strolling around near the living room. You assume Jungkook's farther away than he is because you jump when you hear his voice from behind you.

“Do you...uh… maybe wanna come to my bedroom now?” He replies. You find it odd at first due to his eagerness, but you had originally suggested it so you let it go. You nod, and he leads the way once again but this time to his bedroom. 

The inside of his bedroom is just as tidy as his kitchen and living room are, with a few books and figures of stuff he’s into. You don’t find anything too out of the ordinary for a single man his age, which kind of comforts you. 

You look around for any signs of your merchandise, but you don’t find any. Sleeping with a fan would not be a good look for you, and also just a weird experience, but Jungkook seems to have no clue who you are, so you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he searches through his drawer intently. 

Unconsciously, you lie back onto his neatly made bed, staring up at the ceiling a moment before closing your eyes completely. The sounds of rustling and drawers opening filling the air. You swear you had almost fallen asleep, but your eyes snap open the moment you hear heavy breathing come from above you.

It’s Jungkook, of course, but you really weren’t expecting him to be hovering above you with a condom in his hand. His eyes eerily trained on your face with a look you can’t read. His breathing is heavy despite doing no rigorous activity. In that moment, the only thing saving him is his attractive face.

“I found it. T-the condom I mean…” He mutters, backing up at the view of your startled face.

“Oh, okay...” You respond. Usually, at this moment,  the man takes over. But Jungkook just standing away from you awkwardly gives you the impression that it's his first time. 

“I don’t know if this offends you or not, but… are you a virgin?” Deep in your heart you hope he answers yes, since that would explain his strange behavior. 

“Y-you can tell?” His voice sounds disappointed and even embarrassed. You begin to laugh at the pout that rests on his face. 

“No, it’s alright. I just…hadn’t expected that from you. Honestly it’s cute that you’re all nervous about this and didn’t want me to know,”  You say, and Jungkook groans.

“I just wanted to be…” Jungkook mutters, and you don’t know what he was going to finish with before he just remains silent.

“You don’t have to be anything. I guess I was a little off guard. I’ve just never had the lead when it comes to sex,” You say carefully  whilst removing your shirt and discarding it to the floor. His eyes widen at this, locked on your bra. You’d chosen a lacy black one from Victoria’s secret, hoping you’d get lucky tonight. With everything going on with you lately, it is what you need. You slip your pants off, revealing matching underwear. Jungkook's hand finds its way to his heart, trying to steady his heart beat, eyes refusing to leave your body. 

“You’re beautiful,” He whispers softly. When his gaze meets your own, you see a look you've never seen before. A look as if you’ve hung the stars for him. The admiration in his eyes makes no sense, but it definitely leaves you feeling flustered.

“I-..thank you Jungkook,” You stand up from his bed, your hands intertwining with his hoodie. You tug the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his well sculptured body underneath. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath his hoodie, and your fingers begin to trace up his sleeve of tattoos. Jungkook sighs at the sensation of your fingers on his skin. Your fingers trail down to his lower stomach. You press your palm against the warmth of his skin, eliciting another sigh from him. You begin to unzip his jeans, his hand finding your own, gently removing it. 

Instead, he slips them off himself, leaving him in just his boxers. Your eyes wander down, staring at his obvious erection pressing painfully against his thigh. Lewd thoughts fill your head and you lick your lips in response.

“Do you want me to-“ Jungkook’s groan interrupts your sentence. 

“I won’t last...” He growls in a low voice, “I wanna last long. I want to remember this.” You nod at this, leading him slowly towards the bed. You climb onto the bed and lay onto your back, facing him.

“Let’s try this. I won’t touch you. But… you can touch me. All you want.” Your voice is heavy in the air. Jungkook stands there for a moment, taking it all in before deciding to inch closer. 

His knees sink into the mattress, making his presence even more overwhelming as his body hovers over your own. He nibbles his bottom lip, eyes darting all over your face, so you take the initiative once more, bringing your lips to his.

You’re leading in the kiss. Your mouth is wide open, tongue dancing with his, saliva dripping down his chin from the exchange. He’s inexperienced, but you don’t care. It’s sloppy and definitely not your best kiss. But the way he succumbs to your mouth leaves a pleasant sensation in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavily, his eyes wide and watery as you place your palm on his heart to feel how much it’s racing.

“Calm down, Jungkook, it’s just a kiss.” You say sweetly, but  tears fall anyway and he backs up sitting on the bed, his hands covering his eyes. Your concern grows at that point, unsure if you should carry on. 

“Baby, did I do something you don’t like? What’s wrong? Do you need a minute, or should we not continue?” You aren’t even sure why he started crying, but you both did have a lot to drink and it’s his first time.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m fine. I can continue, it's just-“ You shush him, raising your finger to his lips.

“I get it. If you want to continue, we can.” Jungkook nods. You look at his face and just wonder how someone can look that good, even whilst crying. 

You come closer to him, raising your hand to rest on his cheek.

“Can I touch you?” He nods, and you wipe at his tear stained cheek, his eyes a little red and eyelashes wet. He’s a fucking gorgeous crier.

He lost it. How the fuck did he fumble that bad? Truthfully, that wasn’t planned. He did not mean to cry. He should’ve held it in better but he couldn’t. You probably thought he was lame. The good part about it was the way you called him baby. Damn, he could get used to that.

He can’t give up. Not yet. You didn’t seem phased by the tears. He's still half hard, and with you he will have no problem getting it up again. He has to fuck you.

His hand reaches up, covering yours that remains on his cheek. He slowly lifts it, pushing you backwards onto the bed. He’s nervous, so fucking nervous. But he has to do this.

“There’s no rush,” You say softly, your hand trailing up his arm to somewhat calm him. He didn’t think he needed that, but it did put his heart at ease. 

His finger slips beneath the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs to remove them. His warm hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs further apart for access. He brings his head closer to the warmth between your legs. His breathing is heavy, subtle looks at the way you stare at him, anticipating. 

Without a second thought, he dives in. He licks past your folds into the heat of your core. After just one taste, he can’t stop. He laps relentlessly, each moan from you motivating him to lick more, just to please you. He is addicted to the taste of you. All of it is so intensely satisfying, a sick thrill lighting within him. He’s always had dreams about you letting him do this. Having it happen is surreal. He needs to bask in this moment as long as he can. 

He trails his fingers up your thigh until he reaches your core, inserting two fingers. His tongue licks at your clit whilst his fingers dig deeper to reach your g-spot. He can tell his technique is sloppy at best, but it’s working, you’re squirming beneath him. Your moans are like music to his ears.

It isn’t enough though, he won’t stop until your coming undone. Until your juices saturate his face and fingers. Just so he can have the privilege of licking you clean.

You’re about to come, and hard. Jungkook leaves almost no time for you to breathe. You can do nothing but moan and squirm beneath his relentless tongue. When he inserted his fingers, you thought you might faint. The way he thrusts them in and out repeatedly causes you to gasp, and your walls clench around them. The way he licks at your clit makes you almost yell his name. 

Truth be told, you’ve never been eaten out before. The type of men you’ve been with usually refuse, prioritizing their pleasure over yours. You know Jungkook likes it, so you let him. You don’t even stop him when you're about to cum. You don’t think he’d stop anyway, his eyes trained solely on what’s in front of him. 

You buck your hips, thighs squeezing Jungkook’s head gently between them. Your legs fall limp, following your orgasm. Jungkook's head was still between your legs, licking up all of your juices.

 You came so easily and that had to have been the fastest it had ever happened. It’s hard to believe this is his first time. He must really like you. It was hard to not just lie there for a while, but Jungkook had no relief, so you take a moment before sitting up just as Jungkook pulls away. 

You hadn’t noticed until now the way his hair was damp against his forehead from sweat. His eyelids are heavy, chest heaving. Your eyes drag down to look at his boxers, glancing at the strain of his cock beneath his boxers. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips. You press your palm against his erection, feeling the sheer size of it beneath your palm. 

“I need to be in you...” He groans. You nod slowly. His words affect you instantly, and the heat rising between your legs makes it hard to control your breaths. 

Jungkook pulls down the hem of his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach. He grabs the condom from the bedside table, tearing it open with his teeth. A groan leaves his lips whilst applying it, allowing butterflies to return to your stomach. 

His fist wraps around the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, gently pushing his tip past your folds. 

A loud moan leaves your lips from the sensation. Jungkook takes this as a go-ahead, his cock stretching you out. Your walls are moist as they clench around his cock.

“I have to be dreaming,”  are the only words that come out of his mouth breathlessly. 

You fall back once his hips slam against your own from each thrust. Jungkook's pace is slow and methodical, savoring the feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock. 

“____...” he groans, his eyes staring into your own. His thrusts are beginning to grow slower, shakier than before, proving just how quickly he’s getting to his high. 

His grip tightens on your hips. Finger digging roughly into your skin. He pulls you roughly against his cock, bottoming out and hitting you in just the right spot as his body jolts. You both come together, eyes closing whilst your heads fall back in sync. 

Jungkook moans your name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him close against you. His skin is flush against yours, sweat radiating from both of your bodies. Your legs drop to the bed and you take a moment to let yourself recuperate from two orgasms in one night.

He tugs his cock from you, letting it fall limp against his leg, the condom still securely on until he removes it. He tosses the used condom into a trash bin near the bed. His eyes land on your face. You look as though you’re sleeping, but he knows you're not. He still has a hard time registering that you’re really in front of him, that he was just inside of you, that he got to taste you, and put his lips all over your body. He got lucky tonight. Most definitely. He doesn’t want the night to end. 

He presses his palm against your lower stomach, trailing up to your chest. You flinch at the initial touch, but let him continue. He lets his hand rest there until he can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from the cool air of the room brushing against you. He stands up from the bed and turns off the light. He then grabs the duvet that had been discarded to the floor amidst the chaos, pulling it over the both of you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him before taking deep inhales of your scent. You smell good, he likes that, and he likes that you don’t fight back when he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. 

Fuck. He’s going to get hard again thinking like this. But he can’t help it. You keep adjusting to get comfortable and you're both naked against each other. He wants this to be his reality forever, not just from some lucky one night stand. He wants you to stay with him. He thinks you enjoyed it, judging by the way you moaned. He hopes you did, because that means this can happen again, or possibly be a regular thing. 

He can’t believe he lost his virginity to you, and that it was better than expected. It felt like floating in a dream, sharing a moment with you amongst the stars. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

It takes a while for Jungkook to fall asleep, but from your soft breaths and the warmth of your bodies against each other, he eventually does, and with you tucked away tightly in his arms. 

You wouldn’t have awoken if it hadn’t been for someone tugging on you. When you groan for the third time, you decide to open your eyes. You find yourself in his arms. The guy from last night, the one who is ridiculously attractive. His hair is messy and he’s softly snoring. You pull his arms from around your waist then sit up in the bed. You stretch your arms out then take a look around the room to find your clothes in a neat pile by the bed. You pull your legs over the edge of the bed, allowing your feet to feel the chill of the tile floor. You shiver a bit due to your nakedness, but waste no time standing to stretch the rest of your limbs. 

For some odd reason, you freeze when you begin to hear rustling in the bed, but thankfully it’s just Jungkook adjusting to no longer having something in his arms. You help yourself to a robe on the hook of the door instead of dressing yourself to leave. Honestly, you want to get to know this stranger more. Last night he was cute and interesting and you could really use something like that in your life, especially since your last relationship was so long ago.

You make your way out of the room, opening the door slowly enough so that no noise comes of it. You are on your way to raid his fridge, maybe make him some breakfast. Why not? The sex was great last night and he deserves an award. You stop dead in your tracks when you take note of the extra room you hadn’t noticed before as you make your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You truly aren’t a nosy person. Just curious. He also happened to have left the door cracked open,  which was basically begging you to open it.

Your hand rests on the door knob before finally you push open the door to see what’s inside of the room, and what you see leaves you in utter shock.

 Pictures, posters, even goddamn paintings cover the room, and they’re all of you. They decorate the walls, paint the ceiling and litter the floor. 

You are terrified, but your body moves on its own, inching deeper in the room to take a closer look ignoring the fight or flight instinct igniting inside your head.

You step in front of the closet, and to your dismay, it's full. Full of outfits from concerts you’ve worn, various items that had gone missing in your apartment and a familiar hoodie, stained with an unidentifiable liquid. Of course you remember that hoodie, the feeling of the scent, the strong arms that came with it. It’s the reason you halted activities for weeks, the whole reason you’ve been casted off to your bed unable to do anything except rot.

When you take a closer look at the pictures, they are all from afar, taken from a window with a high quality camera. It sends small tingles down your spine. All of your albums, merch, and collaborations are here, as well as various invasions of privacy. 

You feel like you’re going to be sick. You feel stupid, too. All the signs were pointing to this. The way he seemed obsessed with you had made you believe he just really liked you. You should’ve known better. 

You’re standing in your stalker’s apartment after having spent a night with him. A night where he made you feel the best you ever have been. But now you feel like you might be sick all over his floor. 

You need to get out. Your hands are shaking violently as you slowly back out of the room, your breathing growing heavier. You’re going to run out the front door as quickly as you can. Fuck your purse and phone and even your clothes; those are all replaceable. If Jungkook knows you found out, you have no clue what he will do. 

You feel yourself crash into something hard behind you. You slowly turn around, and your breath caches when you realize it’s Jungkook. He looks freshly awoken, and his eyes seem surprisingly soft. 

“So, you found out, huh?” He asks, his voice incredibly gentle, contrary to the room you’re standing in. 

“J-Jungkook, you…you a-“ Jungkook places a finger to your lips, hushing you, and you can’t help but flinch at the contact. 

“I love you, ___. Can’t you see? Do you remember me? When we first spoke, when you gave me a purpose. All these years, you have been my reason to live. Your beautiful voice, your eyes, your body… I love you so much. And you can see that this is just a token of my love, right?”

As Jungkook says this, he rounds you and wanders around the room as tears prick at your eyes. The exit is right behind you, but you need to wait for the right moment. 

“Look at this,” He rips a picture off the wall and observes it, “I took this after you released your second EP. You were so upset because a lot of people didn’t like it, so you stayed up all night and watched your favorite TV show. Look how cute you look in your pink pajamas.”

All the mysterious texts, the weird feeling that you were being watched in your home… it was him all along. And you walked right into his trap. 

“And this is the first signed album I ordered online. You signed mine with a heart. That was just for me, wasn’t it?” He turns to you, expecting an answer, but you can move. You feel frozen in fear. Jungkook smiles, reaching into the closet. 

“This is the first item I borrowed from you. It’s your-“ You don’t even let him finish before you spin around and sprint out of the door.

You distinctly remember the way around his apartment, so your heart thumps in your chest as your bare feet slide against the floor. You spot the front door ahead of you. You don’t even stop to see if Jungkook is following you. Your body is being carried by heaps of adrenaline. 

Your fingertips almost reach the front door before you feel hands grab onto your shoulders, and Jungkook pulls you against him. A scream escapes your mouth as he holds you in place, putting his hand over your mouth. You try not to think about how alluring his scent is as he leans down to speak into your ear. 

“I’m sorry, ___, but I have to do this. For us.”

Something thick and hard pricks your arm, and pain throbs through your body. Almost instantaneously, your brain begins to feel foggy. Jungkook lets you go, so you stumble towards the door, but you feel like you’re not in control of your body. It doesn’t listen to you as you grab at the doorknob. 

Your vision starts to blur, and you can hear Jungkook mumbling behind you, saying words you can’t understand. Your ears start ringing, and the last thing you feel is panic before you fall to the ground and everything goes black. 

Your eyes flutter open, and you groan, sitting up. You look around, feeling confused. Your head is pounding. You realize you’re on Jungkook’s couch, a blanket wrapped around your legs. 

“What happened?” You ask, noticing Jungkook crouching next to you, his eyebrows knitted in concern. 

“You passed out. I think you’re really hungover. What do you remember?” He asks. You rack your head for an answer to his question. 

“Well, I remember last night and waking up this morning in your bed, but I don’t remember much after that,” You admit, your memory feeling blurry. Jungkook’s lips press together as he rubs your shoulder. You look down, noticing a band aid on your arm.

“What’s this for?” You question, moving your arm and grunting in pain. 

“You fell on your arm. You were bleeding. I was so worried.”

You feel strange, like you’re out of it. And your arm doesn’t feel like you fell on it; it feels sore, like you got a shot. You internally shake your head. Here you are, trying to be suspicious when all Jungkook has done is take care of you. You offer him a smile and even press a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” You say warmly, to which he smiles back. Finally, you’ve met a guy who is sweet and takes care of you. You could see yourself having a future with him. And most importantly, he isn’t some crazy, obsessed fan

[minyoonjin]

Yoongi and his cat Tang 🥹

[strawbarryjiminie]

Dark but just a game..

Description:It began as him being your fan, but now, he watches you like it's his job. He can’t stop the fixation he has on you. Your music, your voice, your face, your body... and soon, it will all belong to him.

Pairing(s): Fan!Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Idol!Reader

Warning(s): Obsessive Jeon Jungkook, Stalker Jeon Jungkook, Famous reader, creepy jungkook, Sexually Explicit Content: Virgin Jungkook, experienced!reader, slight dacryphilia, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, body worship, sub jungkook, switch reader

Genre(s): Idol Au, Yandere

WC:8.6k

Song-Dark But Just a Game By Lana Del Rey

A/N: Hi, I know I haven't uploaded in a while so there's this I wrote it because lately I've been obsessed with Jungkook due to his recent collabs. Just some food for thought, I originally started writing this a while ago but thought I might scrap it but had a change of heart so here. I hope you enjoy!

You wave goodbye to your fans and step off the stage, eager to get out of your concert outfit. You’re known globally for your astounding stage presence, present interactions with fans, and your eye catching dance moves paired with your catchy lyrics. You are a celebrity that's worshipped by many and praised by every generation.

”That was a bad show,” You note in between shaky breaths as you collapse backstage. You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. It takes a lot of energy to do what you do, but even then sometimes you can’t even live up to the life long expectations from your fans.

”I think you did well, ___, especially with everything going on,” Your manager, Jin, says as he hands you an ice cold cup of water. You take it and down it in one gulp before thinking about what Jin just said. A lot is going on right now in your personal life, but you can’t let it affect your performance. Your fans count on you to give out your best everyday, no matter the cost.

“Well, I can’t really let it get to me, you know? I do have an image,” You mutter as one of the staff begins fanning you down to stop the sweat that cascades down your forehead. Maybe you did go a little overboard.

”___, I’m serious though, take some time off if you need to. Don’t overwork yourself. You did good out there,” You nod, then walk further back stage to your dressing room to change out of your uncomfortably sweaty clothes.

You understand completely what Jin is hinting at. Your stalker. Well, you hate to even call them that, to put a label on them, but they can't seem to leave you alone. From texting you from multiple numbers, having things delivered to your house, or following you around. They’ve done it all and they won't stop. Usually when things like this happen, which is regularly, the police handle it and the person is locked up within a week. This, however, is a different case. They are untraceable. No foot print left behind. It’s scary and frustrating, but that’s the price of fame.

You have to live with it for right now, even if you feel like someone’s peering over your shoulder at night. At least they aren’t actively trying to approach you or breaking into your house. That is the worst case scenario though.

You take off your top then grab a towel to wipe off most of the sweat from your body. You still feel a little icky, but you’d likely take a shower when you get home. When you unclasp your bra, that's when you hear it. It’s the sound of heavy breathing floating from behind you. You try so hard to ignore it and keep changing, but then you swear you hear a small groan. Your head whips around, your eyes darting around the room. Thankfully, you don’t discover anything worrisome. It was probably just the wind. You continue, slipping on a T-shirt that adorns your merch. You slip on matching shorts, grabbing your phone to immediately let Jin know you’re on your way back for the casual staff get together you all have after each Concert.

Almost immediately forgetting about the strange sounds that left a shiver down your spine.

To Jungkook you’re like any other hobby. He spends most of his time listening to your music, buying your new releases, putting up your posters on his wall. He’s a fan of yours, a big fan.

He doesn’t remember how it started, but he likes to say it was when he met you at a fan sign event. At the time he was just some nerdy loser who was regularly ignored by his classmates and family members. Honestly, that kind of personality was more than likely half of your fanbase. But at the time your music was his escape, like a portal to a new world. It helped him throughout high school, it got him through the stares and name calling. Made him forget he was a shut in loser. He saved up a lot just so he could go to your fan sign. He wanted so terribly to meet his savior.

It was the most wonderful day of his life. You were so kind to him. Almost too kind. Not only signing his album, but when he told you how much your music inspired him, you smiled and giggled. You actually giggled. Jungkook had never been able to make a girl giggle before.

You’d spoken to him so long that the person behind him grew impatient and pushed him to the ground angrily. He’d accepted his fate and grabbed his broken frames that had fallen from his face. That was his life, he was used to it. He didn't expect you to care too much, but you did. You moved from behind the desk and helped him to his feet, apologizing on behalf of your angry fan. The security took them away as you inspected Jungkook, looking for injuries. He’ll never forget what you told him.

“You shouldn't let people treat you like that. Speak up and fight back if you have to. I have to go. But take care of yourself, Jungkook,” You said before leaving him to find his way out of the event. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, you had seen him in a vulnerable state but you still cared. He was small back then, wimpy, with no back bone. But he has changed. For you he has changed. He is bigger, stronger, and people fear bumping into him. He’s gotten a sleeve of tattoos, a multitude of them dedicated to you,and piercings were a must; he'd heard you once say that your ideal type needed piercings.

He’s been dedicating most of his time outside of work tracking you, doing his best to stay up to date with your whereabouts.You ignore his calls and block every number he texts you from, but it doesn’t deter him. It only makes his fixation stronger. You don’t know it yet, but he belongs to you. He knows your name is carved into his heart.

His guest room in his apartment is why he can’t have friends over. The room is solely dedicated to all of his precious pictures and items he collects of yours.

Right now he is meaning to add something new to his collection. He wants something freshly worn. He's never gone this far before, never this close. He usually maintains a distance, but he got carried away like this. He wants to see you up close. He doesn’t expect you to start undressing, and he feels his self control slowly slipping away from himself as he watches the sweat glisten on your bare skin from just beyond the closet. He gulps, his eyes scanning over your naked body. He’s been saving himself for you, but just like any other man, he gets urges that not even his hand can satiate. Right now, you are on full display.

You’re putting on a show for him. You have to be. The subtle bounce of your breasts leaves a small groan escaping from his lips. He barely has time to register his mistake before you whip your head around, your eyes slowly scanning the room.

His breathing stops then, thinking he’s been found. But, thankfully, you return back to getting dressed, but quicker this time. Jungkook scolds himself mentally for losing it like that. You aren’t his to take, not yet anyway.

It has to be ninety degrees out at least. You don’t know why your staff thought it would be appropriate to continue having an event whilst there is a heat wave. You’re so irritable, but are trying your absolute best not to show it.  

The heat is clouding your senses, consuming your thoughts. Your head spins, and you realize you haven’t taken a single sip of your water. You mentally scold yourself for being so reckless. 

As you take a sip of water, your team finally recognizes that it’s too hot and begins trying to organize a way for you to switch the fan meeting inside. You know your fans have to be impatient and sweaty, so it takes more than a few shouts to redirect it. 

Your manager realises this quickly, shifting his focus to you. You’re not looking too good, but they need you and your voice. Two staff members begin fanning you down as Jin approaches you and whispers into your ear.

“I think you are the only person they’ll listen to, ___.” You sigh at this, accepting your fate. You squeeze your palms into fists to try and settle the nerves. Your hearts racing in your chest, but it's nothing you can't handle. All you have to do is stand up and tell your fans that they need to move inside for safety reasons. It’s easy, you often sing on stages in front of thousands of people, so why are you so nervous? Something’s not right, but you can’t worry about this right now. You’re a celebrity, you can’t disappoint your fans. This moment is temporary, but how you make them feel is forever. 

“Uh, I-I..” You stammer as you try to stand with the mic to your lips. Your eyes squint as the sun seeps into them, dribbles of sweat infiltrating and blurring your vision. 

Get a fucking grip, ___, You tell yourself.

Jin’s eyes observe you with worry whilst your fans divert their attention to you expectantly. However, before you can even manage to get something out,  you’re collapsing, tumbling to ground on the stage. All you can hear is muted gasps and the sound of your heart beat in your eardrums.  You aren’t able to catch yourself, you’re too weak. You’d skipped lunch previously that afternoon out of habit. You’re going to fall to the ground in front of all your fans. Anxiety and shame fills you in that split second, a wave of nausea entering your body. 

When you open your eyes, you somehow aren’t on the ground dry heaving from embarrassment. Instead, you’re in someone’s arms. A man in all black sweatpants, hoodie, and mask that covers most of his face is holding you.  His grip on you is strong and his eyes wide and doe like. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before realizing in a panic you don't know this man. He isn't your staff, and definitely not a venue coordinator. So that can only mean he’s a fan. Embarrassment floods your senses, but he breaks the awkward silence. 

“I’ve got you,” His voice is unexpectedly deep and sultry. You’re intrigued, but can't help the way your eyes begin seeing two of him; nausea getting the best of you. You try to swallow down your bile, but fail. His eyes assess your form and you can see the alert and concern contained within them.  You don’t even get to ask about his identity before you’re puking all of your breakfast from that morning on his black hoodie. 

Once you’re done defiling his hoodie in your dazed state you look up to see security rushing toward you hurriedly and Jin’s horrified expression as he tries to calm your fans. Your gaze flits to the crowd, and to your horror, you spot multiple phones recording the embarrassing scene before the security gets to you. You’re absolutely mortified.

On paper, you’re a perfect, unproblematic singer, so Jungkook has rarely ever had a need to defend you online from the scums that try to tarnish celebrities’ names. But now Jungkook has found his way onto multiple accounts, hacking them to delete the unsavory video of you puking on him from too many different angles. Not before saving all of them, of course. He just had to document the fact that you two were publicly together, and that close. Even if it was slightly disgusting.

Not only your company but you yourself had posted several formal apologies and made it known that you would be halting further activities. Jungkook believed your so-called fans didn't deserve your kindness. They shared, reposted, and mocked you on multitudes of different social media platforms. The only person that deserved an apology was him. Your security guards had practically tackled him even when you and your manager had told them to stop. Your manager apologized for you as you were taken away by a medical unit to be examined. This was exactly why you were being ripped apart on the internet. How could you be so cruel to a fan just helping you out?

Seemingly, Jungkook was the only one who understood why. He wasn’t supposed to have been on the stage. Everyone was taking a momentary break to drink water and recollect themselves. Jungkook knew from the second he saw you. He had somehow landed tickets to the meet and greet, and was excited to see you once again even though he did worry about you doing such an event in the heat.

After weaseling his way up front, he could see your breathing becoming fast paced and your eyelids drooping. He knew there was something wrong, but your team stood idly by, still proceeding to force you to stand. It wasn’t your fault. It was your teams’. This is precisely how he defended you on social media, correcting people about the situation whilst being passive aggressive. 

You deserve better. And the halt of further activities broke him. He can't allow that. Your music, Your personality, just ripped away from him. You are the life jacket that keeps him afloat in this deep murky ocean of confusion and uncertainty. You give his life purpose and structure. He doesn't casually spend hours at the gym for some nobody on the street to recognize him, no, never. He does this all for you. And he can't let all his work be in vain. 

Jungkook closes his tabs on his computer, trying to calm his senses. He places his headphones on and plays your newest single that he had already streamed hundreds of times. Instead of sticking with your usual girly, pop vibes, you went with a more slow and sensual sound. His mind wanders elsewhere. Of course, it’s to you. His mind remembers every subtle curve of your body, a secret hidden mole by your neck, and how light you were in his arms. He tries hard, almost too hard, to not let his mind linger too long on you like this. It riles him up, makes him want more than he can get. But right now he can’t help it.

Everything about you has stuck to him. You’re intoxicating and he can't seem to get enough of you, always reaching back to take more. As they say, once you get an inch, you end up wanting a mile. He’d be lying if he said he took his hoodie to a dry cleaners or even washed it at home. Obviously no one knows about him keeping it. It’s his forever secret. He worships the ground you walk on and dedicates hours of his days into watching you. You own a permanent spot on his heart that not even his parents can say they have. You are his world, and he’s only just figured a way to sneak his way into yours.

This being the biggest fuck up of your career would be an understatement. You’ve been bedrotting for two weeks, refusing to leave your apartment for anything, using whatever willpower you have left to order take out and binge watch episodes of cringy vampire and werewolf films from the 2010s. You are relishing your childhood as your adulthood falls apart right before your very eyes. 

But hey, you haven’t noticed any advancements from your stalker in the past two weeks, so that is a positive. Sadly, it is seemingly the only positive you can seem to find right now. You swear the whole world despises you, even the penguins in Antarctica. 

Jin tries to contact you daily, but you’re too embarrassed and miserable to call him back. The only way he knows you're alive is through the few dry texts you send him everyday. He wants you to  make a comeback to try and help everyone forget about the incident, but you both know it’s too soon and short of notice. You had realized quickly after that no one was angry about the puke, but instead they were more furious about how everything was handled that day. And your apologies somehow only seem to fuel the fire.

There is nothing you can do anymore. The fan from the meet was too anonymous. No matter how hard you or your team tried the first week, you couldn’t find anything on him. Many impersonators fled to the internet quickly claiming to be him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they also mysteriously vanished, giving no follow up. You cried helplessly, not only for your tarnished reputation but for the fan that will forever think you're a sleazeball because of the actions that occurred that day.

Now, you can no longer cry. Instead, your phone is on do not disturb, and to seal the deal, you deleted all your social media apps off your phone to prevent yourself from looking at the hateful messages many people are leaving you.

 You roll up in a ball as the sounds from the tv slowly drift away, your eyes already closing, mind focused on the much needed nap you would have. However, that's when you hear the reoccurring ringing of the doorbell as if someone is being chased outside of your apartment. You ignore it, just as you do to most things in your life, but when a shout follows, you force yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed. 

“You can’t lock yourself away forever,” A snarky voice shouts from behind the door. When you open the door, you’re met with your friends Manon and Daniela. You groan at the cheeky smiles displaying on their faces; they’re up to something.

”We come bearing gifts,” Manon says to pique your interest, which she inevitably does. You let them both into your mess of an apartment, littered with take out boxes, silverware cluttering the sink, clothes messily thrown around your living room, and food in the beginning stages of molding.

”Wow, I didn't expect it to be this bad...” Daniela mutters as her eyes scope around your filthy apartment. Your head drops in embarrassment, but Manon places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ready to boost your mood.

”We didn’t come here to criticize, Dani. We came here to help in any way we can. Then, after, we’re hitting the town. We have something important planned tonight.” Manon encourages, and you smile, noting how your friends always seem to know just how to boost your mood. You’re ready for whatever they have in store. It’s your first time out in two weeks, after all.

“Why the fuck are you so damn pissy?”  Taehyung's words ring through Jungkook’s head like a bell. Jungkook doesn’t have many friends, Taehyung and Jimin being the two exceptions to that statement. They’re casual friends, work friends. Not close or comfortable friends. Not comfortable enough to be invited over, share food with each other, and definitely not fucking close enough to go on blind dates with each other. 

“C’mon Tae, you can’t just trick him into going on a triple blind date. You know Jungkook's not…into that sort of stuff,” Jimin concludes, and Jungkook can feel the uncertainty in that pause, and he wonders what Jimin really wanted to say.

”Well, I would’ve invited Hobi but he’s busy teaching some fucking millennial Zumba class, Jungkook was my final option,” Taehyung scoffs, which only causes Jungkook’s annoyance to grow. He definitely does not want to be talking to some random woman who just wants his dick, especially not when he can spend the night watching over you.

“Well, find someone else to go on your sex escapades with,” He scowls, his voice low and serious, trying to maintain his composure.

”I’m doing you a favor. Maybe all you need is to get laid so you stop being fucking cranky all the time. When’s the last time you had a good fuck?” Taehyung asks crudely. Jungkook almost freezes up at this but maintains his composure; he doesn't owe Taehyung anything, especially not the fact that Jungkook’s a virgin. But to get Taehyung off his back and miles away from this blind date, he’d do anything.

”I’m waiting until marriage. Not everyone wants to sleep with five hundred women before they turn thirty,” Jungkook scoffs back, but Taehyung laughs reading him like an open book.

”Says the one that poses in the mirror, flexing his muscles and is covered head to toe in tattoos. I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Spoken like a virgin afraid to get his dick wet.” Jungkook almost seethes at this before Jimin cuts in. 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to do anything you don't want to. Just entertain her whilst Tae and I secure the goodies for ourselves. I know you have to take one for the team here but please, just this once,” Jimin begs, his voice sincere. Jungkook groans before begrudgingly saying yes.  

“Now we’re talking. Just load up on some beer, man, the buzz will help you get through it. I promise,” Taehyung insists as Jungkook glares in his direction. It isn’t a bad idea, but it's solely because it came from Taehyung that makes Jungkook uneasy.

“Whatever...” He mumbles under his breath, slumping in his seat. He hadn’t realized their ‘Guests’ had arrived until Jimin gets up to greet them in the bar. Jungkook can tell by the flush on his cheeks that he’s already tipsy. 

Jungkook looks up for a moment to scope the ladies out. Two very beautiful women, but they don’t hold a candle to you. His eyes inspect more carefully for the third. He's not bringing her home, but he’d at least like to know who he has to entertain for the next two hours. He straightens up and his eyes widen, his jaw falling slack. He clenches a fist in his pocket. You. The third girl is you. And you’re fucking mesmerizing.

You breathe in and out. Daniela had only told you once you were out the house that it was a blind date. Your complaints were minimal since it has been awhile since you last put yourself out there.

You wish you could say that it's going well, but the man in front of you is in a complete daze, buffering in front of your very eyes, and you have no idea how to spark up a conversation with him.

”Jungkook, right?” You question, and his response is an unsure nod. It almost makes you laugh, how can a person be unsure of their own name.

”So...I heard you’re the youngest here,” You say. You’ve never gone after younger guys, so he does sort of spark your interest. His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, his pupils strategically avoiding your gaze. 

“I, uh, yes...” He stutters out before taking a swig from the beer in front of him. You don't think you have an intimidating aura surrounding you, but you’ve also mainly interacted with people who already know you. You’re surprised enough as it is that he hasn’t recognized you yet. 

“I’m not usually into younger guys, but actually-“ Before you can continue, he cuts your spiel short.

“Really?” He asks, his voice coming out strained. The look in his eyes proves he’s just one word away from a breakdown. 

You somehow find it endearing that he’s nervous, but still making an effort to talk to you. Maybe he does recognize you, but is trying to keep it cool. Either way, it’s cute.

”You didn’t let me finish,” You giggle as he falls back in his seat expectantly.

”M’sorry,” He mumbles out, voice low and eyes suddenly trained on his lap. You see his nervousness in full effect as his front teeth begin to nibble away at his bottom lip.

You gulp down some of your beer, trying to loosen the atmosphere between you two before continuing. 

“I was gonna say that you actually have me intrigued. You're cute,” You mutter the last part, but are sure Jungkook heard it loud and clear based solely on his reaction and the way his eyes lit up, staring into yours.

”Th-Thank you, uhm...?” He trails off, waiting for you to tell him your name. Ah, so he doesn’t recognize you. Perfect. You take a shot glass from the two that had mysteriously appeared on the table, gesturing to Jungkook to do one with you. 

“___. Just call me, ___” You say, clinking your shots together before downing them eagerly.

His hardness is straining his jeans, making it almost impossible to focus on the conversation. Maybe if he’s lucky, you’ll be the one to take care of it tonight. But he can't get ahead of himself. The conversation is flowing smoothly back and forth. He’s playing a young mindless idiot and it disgusts him a little. His Bambi eyes work on you, though. You're easily swayed based on how you reacted to them. 

Fuck, he could have you eating out of the palm of his hands, easily. He’s no light weight, so even a few shots in, he hasn’t lost himself yet. He is buzzed, though, and he can see the way you're eyeing him. His fucking cheeks specifically, you definetly wanna pinch them and that pisses him off a little; he’s always hated how round his face is, but if he had to succumb to some hidden kink you had then so be it. He’ll let you pinch them. Only you. He’ll let you coddle him all you want if it means he’ll end up being yours tonight.

”Your face is so round.” You blink lazily. There it is. Normally, he’d seethe with anger if someone pointed that out. But you, you can call him baby, play with his hair, pinch his cheeks, and take care of him. He doesn’t care because it’s you.

Your hand’s reach over without a care in the world, quickly invading Jungkook’s personal space to set your palms on his cheeks, only subtly squishing them beneath your palms. The sudden warmth of your palms stun him, yet Jungkook clenches his jaw, which you seem to be completely oblivious to.  

Right when Jungkook thinks the humiliation ritual is over, Taehyung's drunken voice lays thick in the air.

“Awww, little baby kookie.” Jungkook's eyes remain closed, clenching his jaw harder, grinding his teeth.

 “Can I squeeze?” He asks, something sinister in his eyes as Jimin pulls out his phone to capture the ridiculous exchange. However, instead of removing your hands so Taehyung can replace them, you squish Jungkook’s cheeks harder; which he doesn’t mind at all.

“No, he’s mine, get your own.” You laugh. You’re joking, he knows that, but you don’t let go. Your eyes return to his. 

Jungkook’s heart rate speeds up in his chest, his erection returning. His palms are sweaty. Why is it suddenly so hot in here, and when the hell did he get so lucky all of a sudden? Your hands are pulling him in closer for a kiss, his first kiss. 

“Mwah,” You pronounce with exaggeration. You leave a slobbery kiss on his cheek. His fucking cheek. It’s still something but he just thought, that just maybe…

You lean in closer to him, your lips centimeters away from his ear, “Not in front of them,” You pull away fast with a playful smile on your lips.

He gulps whilst nodding to look up at you. He hopes you’re actually like this, into submission. You have to be. Or else you’re just fucking with him. Either way he’ll play your game, and he will win. Because he’s been playing long before you even started.

He’s cute. Could you see yourself dating him in the future? Now, that's a different question. He's young. And you're a celebrity. Relationships aren't really your thing, but maybe this can be a casual thing. Nothing too serious.

Right now you're realizing what he reminds you of. A bunny. Which is adorable in your eyes. Maybe he's playing an act with you, because you find yourself staring at the small holes that decorate his face, hardly taking into account the beautiful art that trails up his right hand. You find the aesthetic of it attractive. You’d always fantasized about dating a man with tattoos. You had always made that known to all your friends, however, his body told an entirely different story compared to his face. The contrast of it intrigues you. 

You may be a little tipsy, well, maybe a lot, but you can see the look in his eyes, his palms stuffed into his pockets and the subtle chewing of his bottom lip. He’s nervous and shrunken in on himself. Possibly even embarrassed. 

You’re probably reading his body language wrong; he could be annoyed. You have been droning on about yourself, about what you’re into, and he’s just been staring at you with those wide eyes, with an awe-struck look on his face as if in a trance. 

“Sorry, I've just been talking your ear off,” You say to him, your voice instantly pulling him from his thoughts.

“No, that’s not it, I just...” Jungkook gulps, his eyes averting from your intense gaze, drifting slowly to your cleavage. Your low cut dress leaves little for him to imagine.

A smirk plays on your face as you notice this. You immediately understand what he wants, and you don't mind giving it to him. 

 Your eyes wander around looking at the vacant tables that your friends previously occupied, this fully solidifies the idea in your mind. Your hand finds him on the table gently trailing up his arm you can feel him tense underneath your touch.

”Seems our friends ditched us,” You say in a sultry tone. Jungkook's eyes dart around before landing on you again.

”Do you maybe wanna go back to your place...?” You propose, his eyes widening in shock.

“M-my place?” He stutters out.

”Yeah, is that okay with you?” You say as a pout begins to form on your lips. 

“Of course,” He mutters out, nodding his head eagerly as he stands up from his seat to exit the bar, the tab already having been paid. 

“Well, lead the way,” You whisper whilst rising from your seat to take his hand, interlocking it with your own, his hands warm and damp with sweat. You smile at this, finding his nervousness endearing.

You catch a glimpse of the way he licks his bottom lip and gulps, beginning to walk you to his car. You fail to notice the repeated glimpses he gives you as he does so, and on the ride to his apartment you pay no mind to his fidgety behavior. 

When you both arrive at his apartment, the room you enter is pitch black. He lets you enter first, letting you  look around after you take your shoes off, leaving them by the door.

“Where’s the light switch?” You ask curiously, but Jungkook beats you to it by turning on the lights, revealing the kitchen and living room to you. You take in the small space, appreciating how neat it is. Actually, you’d say it’s more empty than neat. Nothing sticks out to you, but you feel awkwardness rising in the air as Jungkook takes off his shoes.

“Nice place you got here,” You say, strolling around near the living room. You assume Jungkook's farther away than he is because you jump when you hear his voice from behind you.

“Do you...uh… maybe wanna come to my bedroom now?” He replies. You find it odd at first due to his eagerness, but you had originally suggested it so you let it go. You nod, and he leads the way once again but this time to his bedroom. 

The inside of his bedroom is just as tidy as his kitchen and living room are, with a few books and figures of stuff he’s into. You don’t find anything too out of the ordinary for a single man his age, which kind of comforts you. 

You look around for any signs of your merchandise, but you don’t find any. Sleeping with a fan would not be a good look for you, and also just a weird experience, but Jungkook seems to have no clue who you are, so you take a seat on the edge of his bed as he searches through his drawer intently. 

Unconsciously, you lie back onto his neatly made bed, staring up at the ceiling a moment before closing your eyes completely. The sounds of rustling and drawers opening filling the air. You swear you had almost fallen asleep, but your eyes snap open the moment you hear heavy breathing come from above you.

It’s Jungkook, of course, but you really weren’t expecting him to be hovering above you with a condom in his hand. His eyes eerily trained on your face with a look you can’t read. His breathing is heavy despite doing no rigorous activity. In that moment, the only thing saving him is his attractive face.

“I found it. T-the condom I mean…” He mutters, backing up at the view of your startled face.

“Oh, okay...” You respond. Usually, at this moment,  the man takes over. But Jungkook just standing away from you awkwardly gives you the impression that it's his first time. 

“I don’t know if this offends you or not, but… are you a virgin?” Deep in your heart you hope he answers yes, since that would explain his strange behavior. 

“Y-you can tell?” His voice sounds disappointed and even embarrassed. You begin to laugh at the pout that rests on his face. 

“No, it’s alright. I just…hadn’t expected that from you. Honestly it’s cute that you’re all nervous about this and didn’t want me to know,”  You say, and Jungkook groans.

“I just wanted to be…” Jungkook mutters, and you don’t know what he was going to finish with before he just remains silent.

“You don’t have to be anything. I guess I was a little off guard. I’ve just never had the lead when it comes to sex,” You say carefully  whilst removing your shirt and discarding it to the floor. His eyes widen at this, locked on your bra. You’d chosen a lacy black one from Victoria’s secret, hoping you’d get lucky tonight. With everything going on with you lately, it is what you need. You slip your pants off, revealing matching underwear. Jungkook's hand finds its way to his heart, trying to steady his heart beat, eyes refusing to leave your body. 

“You’re beautiful,” He whispers softly. When his gaze meets your own, you see a look you've never seen before. A look as if you’ve hung the stars for him. The admiration in his eyes makes no sense, but it definitely leaves you feeling flustered.

“I-..thank you Jungkook,” You stand up from his bed, your hands intertwining with his hoodie. You tug the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his well sculptured body underneath. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath his hoodie, and your fingers begin to trace up his sleeve of tattoos. Jungkook sighs at the sensation of your fingers on his skin. Your fingers trail down to his lower stomach. You press your palm against the warmth of his skin, eliciting another sigh from him. You begin to unzip his jeans, his hand finding your own, gently removing it. 

Instead, he slips them off himself, leaving him in just his boxers. Your eyes wander down, staring at his obvious erection pressing painfully against his thigh. Lewd thoughts fill your head and you lick your lips in response.

“Do you want me to-“ Jungkook’s groan interrupts your sentence. 

“I won’t last...” He growls in a low voice, “I wanna last long. I want to remember this.” You nod at this, leading him slowly towards the bed. You climb onto the bed and lay onto your back, facing him.

“Let’s try this. I won’t touch you. But… you can touch me. All you want.” Your voice is heavy in the air. Jungkook stands there for a moment, taking it all in before deciding to inch closer. 

His knees sink into the mattress, making his presence even more overwhelming as his body hovers over your own. He nibbles his bottom lip, eyes darting all over your face, so you take the initiative once more, bringing your lips to his.

You’re leading in the kiss. Your mouth is wide open, tongue dancing with his, saliva dripping down his chin from the exchange. He’s inexperienced, but you don’t care. It’s sloppy and definitely not your best kiss. But the way he succumbs to your mouth leaves a pleasant sensation in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavily, his eyes wide and watery as you place your palm on his heart to feel how much it’s racing.

“Calm down, Jungkook, it’s just a kiss.” You say sweetly, but  tears fall anyway and he backs up sitting on the bed, his hands covering his eyes. Your concern grows at that point, unsure if you should carry on. 

“Baby, did I do something you don’t like? What’s wrong? Do you need a minute, or should we not continue?” You aren’t even sure why he started crying, but you both did have a lot to drink and it’s his first time.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m fine. I can continue, it's just-“ You shush him, raising your finger to his lips.

“I get it. If you want to continue, we can.” Jungkook nods. You look at his face and just wonder how someone can look that good, even whilst crying. 

You come closer to him, raising your hand to rest on his cheek.

“Can I touch you?” He nods, and you wipe at his tear stained cheek, his eyes a little red and eyelashes wet. He’s a fucking gorgeous crier.

He lost it. How the fuck did he fumble that bad? Truthfully, that wasn’t planned. He did not mean to cry. He should’ve held it in better but he couldn’t. You probably thought he was lame. The good part about it was the way you called him baby. Damn, he could get used to that.

He can’t give up. Not yet. You didn’t seem phased by the tears. He's still half hard, and with you he will have no problem getting it up again. He has to fuck you.

His hand reaches up, covering yours that remains on his cheek. He slowly lifts it, pushing you backwards onto the bed. He’s nervous, so fucking nervous. But he has to do this.

“There’s no rush,” You say softly, your hand trailing up his arm to somewhat calm him. He didn’t think he needed that, but it did put his heart at ease. 

His finger slips beneath the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs to remove them. His warm hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs further apart for access. He brings his head closer to the warmth between your legs. His breathing is heavy, subtle looks at the way you stare at him, anticipating. 

Without a second thought, he dives in. He licks past your folds into the heat of your core. After just one taste, he can’t stop. He laps relentlessly, each moan from you motivating him to lick more, just to please you. He is addicted to the taste of you. All of it is so intensely satisfying, a sick thrill lighting within him. He’s always had dreams about you letting him do this. Having it happen is surreal. He needs to bask in this moment as long as he can. 

He trails his fingers up your thigh until he reaches your core, inserting two fingers. His tongue licks at your clit whilst his fingers dig deeper to reach your g-spot. He can tell his technique is sloppy at best, but it’s working, you’re squirming beneath him. Your moans are like music to his ears.

It isn’t enough though, he won’t stop until your coming undone. Until your juices saturate his face and fingers. Just so he can have the privilege of licking you clean.

You’re about to come, and hard. Jungkook leaves almost no time for you to breathe. You can do nothing but moan and squirm beneath his relentless tongue. When he inserted his fingers, you thought you might faint. The way he thrusts them in and out repeatedly causes you to gasp, and your walls clench around them. The way he licks at your clit makes you almost yell his name. 

Truth be told, you’ve never been eaten out before. The type of men you’ve been with usually refuse, prioritizing their pleasure over yours. You know Jungkook likes it, so you let him. You don’t even stop him when you're about to cum. You don’t think he’d stop anyway, his eyes trained solely on what’s in front of him. 

You buck your hips, thighs squeezing Jungkook’s head gently between them. Your legs fall limp, following your orgasm. Jungkook's head was still between your legs, licking up all of your juices.

 You came so easily and that had to have been the fastest it had ever happened. It’s hard to believe this is his first time. He must really like you. It was hard to not just lie there for a while, but Jungkook had no relief, so you take a moment before sitting up just as Jungkook pulls away. 

You hadn’t noticed until now the way his hair was damp against his forehead from sweat. His eyelids are heavy, chest heaving. Your eyes drag down to look at his boxers, glancing at the strain of his cock beneath his boxers. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips. You press your palm against his erection, feeling the sheer size of it beneath your palm. 

“I need to be in you...” He groans. You nod slowly. His words affect you instantly, and the heat rising between your legs makes it hard to control your breaths. 

Jungkook pulls down the hem of his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach. He grabs the condom from the bedside table, tearing it open with his teeth. A groan leaves his lips whilst applying it, allowing butterflies to return to your stomach. 

His fist wraps around the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, gently pushing his tip past your folds. 

A loud moan leaves your lips from the sensation. Jungkook takes this as a go-ahead, his cock stretching you out. Your walls are moist as they clench around his cock.

“I have to be dreaming,”  are the only words that come out of his mouth breathlessly. 

You fall back once his hips slam against your own from each thrust. Jungkook's pace is slow and methodical, savoring the feeling of your warmth wrapped around his cock. 

“____...” he groans, his eyes staring into your own. His thrusts are beginning to grow slower, shakier than before, proving just how quickly he’s getting to his high. 

His grip tightens on your hips. Finger digging roughly into your skin. He pulls you roughly against his cock, bottoming out and hitting you in just the right spot as his body jolts. You both come together, eyes closing whilst your heads fall back in sync. 

Jungkook moans your name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him close against you. His skin is flush against yours, sweat radiating from both of your bodies. Your legs drop to the bed and you take a moment to let yourself recuperate from two orgasms in one night.

He tugs his cock from you, letting it fall limp against his leg, the condom still securely on until he removes it. He tosses the used condom into a trash bin near the bed. His eyes land on your face. You look as though you’re sleeping, but he knows you're not. He still has a hard time registering that you’re really in front of him, that he was just inside of you, that he got to taste you, and put his lips all over your body. He got lucky tonight. Most definitely. He doesn’t want the night to end. 

He presses his palm against your lower stomach, trailing up to your chest. You flinch at the initial touch, but let him continue. He lets his hand rest there until he can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from the cool air of the room brushing against you. He stands up from the bed and turns off the light. He then grabs the duvet that had been discarded to the floor amidst the chaos, pulling it over the both of you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him before taking deep inhales of your scent. You smell good, he likes that, and he likes that you don’t fight back when he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. 

Fuck. He’s going to get hard again thinking like this. But he can’t help it. You keep adjusting to get comfortable and you're both naked against each other. He wants this to be his reality forever, not just from some lucky one night stand. He wants you to stay with him. He thinks you enjoyed it, judging by the way you moaned. He hopes you did, because that means this can happen again, or possibly be a regular thing. 

He can’t believe he lost his virginity to you, and that it was better than expected. It felt like floating in a dream, sharing a moment with you amongst the stars. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

It takes a while for Jungkook to fall asleep, but from your soft breaths and the warmth of your bodies against each other, he eventually does, and with you tucked away tightly in his arms. 

You wouldn’t have awoken if it hadn’t been for someone tugging on you. When you groan for the third time, you decide to open your eyes. You find yourself in his arms. The guy from last night, the one who is ridiculously attractive. His hair is messy and he’s softly snoring. You pull his arms from around your waist then sit up in the bed. You stretch your arms out then take a look around the room to find your clothes in a neat pile by the bed. You pull your legs over the edge of the bed, allowing your feet to feel the chill of the tile floor. You shiver a bit due to your nakedness, but waste no time standing to stretch the rest of your limbs. 

For some odd reason, you freeze when you begin to hear rustling in the bed, but thankfully it’s just Jungkook adjusting to no longer having something in his arms. You help yourself to a robe on the hook of the door instead of dressing yourself to leave. Honestly, you want to get to know this stranger more. Last night he was cute and interesting and you could really use something like that in your life, especially since your last relationship was so long ago.

You make your way out of the room, opening the door slowly enough so that no noise comes of it. You are on your way to raid his fridge, maybe make him some breakfast. Why not? The sex was great last night and he deserves an award. You stop dead in your tracks when you take note of the extra room you hadn’t noticed before as you make your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You truly aren’t a nosy person. Just curious. He also happened to have left the door cracked open,  which was basically begging you to open it.

Your hand rests on the door knob before finally you push open the door to see what’s inside of the room, and what you see leaves you in utter shock.

 Pictures, posters, even goddamn paintings cover the room, and they’re all of you. They decorate the walls, paint the ceiling and litter the floor. 

You are terrified, but your body moves on its own, inching deeper in the room to take a closer look ignoring the fight or flight instinct igniting inside your head.

You step in front of the closet, and to your dismay, it's full. Full of outfits from concerts you’ve worn, various items that had gone missing in your apartment and a familiar hoodie, stained with an unidentifiable liquid. Of course you remember that hoodie, the feeling of the scent, the strong arms that came with it. It’s the reason you halted activities for weeks, the whole reason you’ve been casted off to your bed unable to do anything except rot.

When you take a closer look at the pictures, they are all from afar, taken from a window with a high quality camera. It sends small tingles down your spine. All of your albums, merch, and collaborations are here, as well as various invasions of privacy. 

You feel like you’re going to be sick. You feel stupid, too. All the signs were pointing to this. The way he seemed obsessed with you had made you believe he just really liked you. You should’ve known better. 

You’re standing in your stalker’s apartment after having spent a night with him. A night where he made you feel the best you ever have been. But now you feel like you might be sick all over his floor. 

You need to get out. Your hands are shaking violently as you slowly back out of the room, your breathing growing heavier. You’re going to run out the front door as quickly as you can. Fuck your purse and phone and even your clothes; those are all replaceable. If Jungkook knows you found out, you have no clue what he will do. 

You feel yourself crash into something hard behind you. You slowly turn around, and your breath caches when you realize it’s Jungkook. He looks freshly awoken, and his eyes seem surprisingly soft. 

“So, you found out, huh?” He asks, his voice incredibly gentle, contrary to the room you’re standing in. 

“J-Jungkook, you…you a-“ Jungkook places a finger to your lips, hushing you, and you can’t help but flinch at the contact. 

“I love you, ___. Can’t you see? Do you remember me? When we first spoke, when you gave me a purpose. All these years, you have been my reason to live. Your beautiful voice, your eyes, your body… I love you so much. And you can see that this is just a token of my love, right?”

As Jungkook says this, he rounds you and wanders around the room as tears prick at your eyes. The exit is right behind you, but you need to wait for the right moment. 

“Look at this,” He rips a picture off the wall and observes it, “I took this after you released your second EP. You were so upset because a lot of people didn’t like it, so you stayed up all night and watched your favorite TV show. Look how cute you look in your pink pajamas.”

All the mysterious texts, the weird feeling that you were being watched in your home… it was him all along. And you walked right into his trap. 

“And this is the first signed album I ordered online. You signed mine with a heart. That was just for me, wasn’t it?” He turns to you, expecting an answer, but you can move. You feel frozen in fear. Jungkook smiles, reaching into the closet. 

“This is the first item I borrowed from you. It’s your-“ You don’t even let him finish before you spin around and sprint out of the door.

You distinctly remember the way around his apartment, so your heart thumps in your chest as your bare feet slide against the floor. You spot the front door ahead of you. You don’t even stop to see if Jungkook is following you. Your body is being carried by heaps of adrenaline. 

Your fingertips almost reach the front door before you feel hands grab onto your shoulders, and Jungkook pulls you against him. A scream escapes your mouth as he holds you in place, putting his hand over your mouth. You try not to think about how alluring his scent is as he leans down to speak into your ear. 

“I’m sorry, ___, but I have to do this. For us.”

Something thick and hard pricks your arm, and pain throbs through your body. Almost instantaneously, your brain begins to feel foggy. Jungkook lets you go, so you stumble towards the door, but you feel like you’re not in control of your body. It doesn’t listen to you as you grab at the doorknob. 

Your vision starts to blur, and you can hear Jungkook mumbling behind you, saying words you can’t understand. Your ears start ringing, and the last thing you feel is panic before you fall to the ground and everything goes black. 

Your eyes flutter open, and you groan, sitting up. You look around, feeling confused. Your head is pounding. You realize you’re on Jungkook’s couch, a blanket wrapped around your legs. 

“What happened?” You ask, noticing Jungkook crouching next to you, his eyebrows knitted in concern. 

“You passed out. I think you’re really hungover. What do you remember?” He asks. You rack your head for an answer to his question. 

“Well, I remember last night and waking up this morning in your bed, but I don’t remember much after that,” You admit, your memory feeling blurry. Jungkook’s lips press together as he rubs your shoulder. You look down, noticing a band aid on your arm.

“What’s this for?” You question, moving your arm and grunting in pain. 

“You fell on your arm. You were bleeding. I was so worried.”

You feel strange, like you’re out of it. And your arm doesn’t feel like you fell on it; it feels sore, like you got a shot. You internally shake your head. Here you are, trying to be suspicious when all Jungkook has done is take care of you. You offer him a smile and even press a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” You say warmly, to which he smiles back. Finally, you’ve met a guy who is sweet and takes care of you. You could see yourself having a future with him. And most importantly, he isn’t some crazy, obsessed fan

[lleldey]

The Broken Vow

Description: You met your husband when you were children, foolishly following the pull of first love. Nothing seemed impossible with him holding your hand; dreams and hopes at your fingertips. But when an accident happened, and you were left alone in this world, you learned how to rebuild it without him. Years later he’s back by your side, the only problem – he’s not too keen on having been replaced. It’s not your fault…right?

Warnings: manipulation, yandere, hospitals, divorce, mentions of death, angst, weight loss (not by MC), power corruption, self-condemnation. Please keep in mind this is a yandere story.

Word Count: ~13.5k

One-shot

!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind!

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[ohhowjooniewept]

obsessive best friend jungkook x y/n

obsession, yearning, smut

>10k

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jungkook was undeniably your closest friend. you two came as a pair, packaged tightly together and wrapped in clingfilm. you’d known each other since you were both ten, sat together in primary school, stealing glances at one another as though the intrigue you both kept could hardly make either of you look away. the boy had won your heart in a flash when he offered his banana milk to you after punching the horrible boy that kept bullying you, all whilst offering you a big toothy grin.

he came shopping with you, standing outside of changing rooms with crossed arms and big biceps, analysing every short little skirt and blouse. he’d sit beside you in all of your classes, helping you with your note taking, buying you special highlighters so you could make them prettier. and at parties? jungkook would stand, arm around your waist, eyes shooting daggers at any man that tried to even think about coming near you whilst he took care of you.

you see, jungkook being your best friend was indeed undeniable. the other undeniable fact? he was utterly, completely and entirely in love with you.

it would have been fine, if you weren’t so clueless. you took his actions as nothing more than him being friendly, and comfortable with you and sure - you both dated other people, but he’d made it abundantly clear to every woman in his life that you came first in the peking order. naturally, this didn’t make them stay long.

he had a deep, twisted sort of obsession when it came to you, constantly needing you close, wanting to hold you, smell you, caress you in anyway possible. you let him, of course - you were a sweet little thing, you always assumed it was normal despite everyone in your life questioning it. you were asked a million times a week whether you and jungkook were dating to which you’d always tilt your head, mumbling out a confused no. whenever he was asked, he’d simply smirk, and shrug his shoulders, playing the ambiguity card.

you weren’t sly, however. he could see right through you. no matter how innocent you’d act, he knew you enjoyed the attention, craved it and needed it in a way that resembled himself - you were a mere reflection of one another. he had just come to understand his feelings first.

y/n and jungkook, a simple pair. you couldn’t find one without the other, and despite him being the openly touchy and expressive one out of you both, the only person who thought it was friendly was you. the irony was, you knew deep down it was all a facade you were keeping up in hopes he would never stop. it felt too good to change the game now.

even now, jungkook knocked on your door at 2 in the morning, hair messy, coming from one of the libraries after a long PHD study session. you sleepily rose from your bed, already half way to dreamland as you lazily opened the door. though you weren’t expecting him, you knew it could only be him knocking.

“did i wake you?” he murmured quietly as you yawned against the door, letting him in.

he walked in, placing his bag and shoes by the entrance whilst he watched you sleepily turn back to your bedroom. “mm, but it’s okay.”

he followed you in, watching you snuggle back against your pillow. “scoot over.”

you did exactly that, shuffling, watching as he joined you in your bed, taking over a large majority of the space. you groaned a little as his hands found your hips, large fingers pressing into your skin whilst he pulled you into his chest with utter ease.

“smell good.” you purred, curling your face into his neck. he felt himself visibly relax, breathing in the scent of your hair.

“it’s the cologne you got me.” he murmured down at you.

you groaned in response, pleased at his answer.

if anyone were to see you both right now, the last possible thing they’d ever assume you to be was friends and yet here you were. best friends, even, through thick and thin. you’d learnt not to question jungkook’s wandering hands, how it brushed your ass every time he ran it up and down your back. he, in return, didn’t question you on the way you’d steal his clothes, curling into them whilst demanding to lay on his chest, wrapped tightly in his thick biceps. a mutual understanding, if you will.

“hey, we’re still on for tomorrow right? jimin’s party?” he whispered down, causing a subtle shiver down to go down your neck.

you huffed a little. “yes. now shut up, i’m sleepy.”

he grinned at that, bunny teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he pressed quick peck to the top of your head, finding himself joining you into dreamland.

—

you could hear the boom of jimin’s house minutes before you’d even arrived, offering a look over at your best friend yejin who was a giggling mess at the back seat of the uber. the blonde haired boy was notorious for his gatherings, unlimited alcohol thanks to his connections, and a gathering of people that rivalled multiple parties combined. he was a self proclaimed man of the people, offering his large home as a service to society. or so he claimed.

you slipped out once you’d arrived, pulling the hem of your tiny little dress down. the vibe for tonight was to have fun, find someone, get drunk, get ruined all before cosying back up in your warm, big bed. it didn’t feel like too much to ask for, and jimin’s party was the prime location to do it.

you followed yejin inside the too large house, immediately saying hi to people upon your arrival. within minutes, you’d both done your round, and you were finally walking up to your friends who were all mingling in the kitchen.

“hi.” you squealed at the sight of your party host, who grinned widely before giving you a big hug. “having fun so far?”

“jimin, this is insane.” you laughed, taehyung wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “more than insane, should of seen what happened 20 minutes ago, some girl slapped her boyfriend for flirting with someone else.”

“yeah well, had to try out do the other one.” jimin quipped, referencing his previous gatherings whilst already preparing you a drink.

“the fact you’ve managed that is insane.” yejin grimaced whilst taking a sip of the concoction yoongi had prepared.

your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted boy stood by the wall, back pressed against the surface. a loose tshirt sat on his figure, and though it shielded you from seeing the hard panels on his body, the sheer expanse of his shoulders were enough to have your legs move towards him within seconds.

jungkook was staring at you, gaze as intense as ever. his tongue draped over his bottom lip momentarily, wetting it at the mere sight of you. “hi.” he murmured down at you, lowering his head so his lips would graze your ear just slightly.

a shiver went down your spine. your fingers reached for his stomach, clutching his top gently. “already drinking? thought you’d wait for me.”

“been nursing it. don’t drink that.” he moved the cup jimin had given you out of your hand, preparing one for you instead. he was possessive like that, small acts that you could never pin point.

“hm? this tastes good.” you hummed, resting against him.

his arm slipped around your waist, done too casually despite the weight of it on your body. his eyes wandered over the tiny dress you were wearing, eyebrows furrowing.

“is this new?”

you peered up. “yeah! you like it?” you twirled a little, his arm loosening slightly. “got it today, yejin said it makes my legs look good.”

he grunted, half in appreciation and other half in annoyance that your mutual friend had you dressing in such a risqué dress. the thought of other men noticing you enraged him, in a way that wasn’t normal; not that he gave a fuck.

“i do like it. aren’t you cold?” he asked with narrowed eyes, hand returning to the bottom of your back.

you grinned into your cup, tilting your head. “that’s what you’re for, duh.”

at that, a smirk formed in his lips, the thought of you needing him in a way he was only more than happy to be was comforting to his obsessive brain.

the two of you muttered away, hidden away in a corner whilst your friends chatted around you. to the naked eye, you both appeared to be much more than the best friends you claimed to be. with your hands curled onto him, feeling his abs and hard chest under his clothes whilst his own were wandering up and down your back, often dipping low enough to touch your ass.

it didn’t register in your head that this wasn’t a normal thing. that friends shouldn’t touch each other so intimately, especially not ones that were as close as you and jungkook. the mask of friendship acted as a guide for you both, offering a rope of direction despite both of you often letting go, making your own decisions that completely disregarded what was supposed to be.

“gonna go to the bathroom.” you groaned suddenly.

jungkook had been stood in front of you, leaned over so you were caged against the wall, forcing you to push his chest lightly. “want me to come with?”

“what, so you can watch me piss? does that get you off?” you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.

his tongue pushed against his cheek. “yeah, yeah, hurry up. i’ll hold your drink.”

you giggled to yourself, loving how riled up he’d get at a mere poke or jab, before sliding out of his grip, feeling his fingers tighten against you before letting go. jungkook watched you walk away, greedily taking in every inch of skin he could get. from your legs to your arms, the way your ass looked so fucking good in that dress. he let out a quiet groan.

you walked up the stairs, avoiding the moans emitting from different rooms like the plague. slipping into the bathroom, you quickly did your business before looking in the mirror whilst washing your hands. the alcohol had allowed for a flush against your cheeks and your pupils were dilated, you felt a rush all over your body. tonight was supposed to be chill, but the air felt electric.

you weren’t sure if it was the music, the amount of people or even the selection of drinks - but you felt slightly out of it. you shook your head, forcing yourself to stay present again before you began walking back to your best friend, almost too excitedly.

unfortunately for you, by the time you were slipping back into the kitchen, your tatted friend wasn’t there anymore, with hobi letting you know he’d gone into the main foyer. you, of course, listened and snuck between multiple people, exploring the house in a bid to find jungkook.

you huffed a little, realising he wasn’t there either. curse jimin, you thought, who needed a house this big anyway? your legs travelled around the expanse of the house, feeling slightly annoyed at the loss of your best friend who was usually stuck to your hip. you knew he preferred to stick together on nights like this, so you weren’t sure where he could be.

your legs took you to the living room, finding him leaning towards a corner which made your head tilt slightly, walking over immediately only to be stopped in your tracks the second you realised what was going on.

he had a girl in front of him, tall and leggy, and it took you no time to figure out who it was. yuna. his on and off ex of two years, toxic as could be, the one woman in the entire world you truly couldn’t stand whatsoever. unbeknownst to you, everytime you’d get into a relationship or begin seeing anyone, jungkook would return to her as a distraction, in hopes of making you jealous, to evoke any emotion he physically could. was it healthy? certainly not, but he didn’t really care for anyone that wasn’t you anyway.

you weren’t privy to this information, which meant your disdain for the frankly horrible woman felt unfounded. you felt guilty whenever you’d think about it, knowing you didn’t like her simply because she had jungkook when he felt more yours than anyone else’s, not that you could ever discuss that with anyone. you huffed at the sight, arms crossed whilst staring right at them.

you both had made a pact. you’d broken up with your ex boyfriend a few months ago, and at the time you felt like it was potentially a mistake, but jungkook had talked you out of it. said if you don’t go back, he wouldn’t go back to his ex either and selfishly, you knew that was what you wanted. yeah, you might have missed your ex, but the secret possibility of having him all to yourself was too much not to indulge in. seeing him now, however, had you drowning in annoyance.

yuna’s gaze flickered over jungkook’s shoulder, noticing you stood a few metres away looking at them openly. she wasn’t very fond of you either. it was hard to stomach the fact she would always be second in jungkook’s eyes, if even that, compared to the best friend he kept so closely to him. you could call and he’d drop the entire world to be by your side, so it made her bitter, naturally. seeing you stood there, visibly losing in comparison to her made a small smirk form as she tilted her head upwards to look at jungkook, her hands suddenly sliding all over his chest and shoulders.

you scoffed, deciding you’d had enough as you turned on your heel and exited the room with a grumble. if he wanted her so bad, he could have her, you didn’t care. he wasn’t allowed to come back to yours after though, a broken promise is still a broken promise and you held a grudge like no one else.

“now what’s got you frowning at a party like this?” jin questioned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, seemingly appearing out of no where as you trudged to the kitchen to get drunk.

“nothing. it’s stupid.” you shook your head.

“probably, but if it’s upset you, let’s talk.”

you sighed, as you grabbed the bottle of vodka, making a concoction you knew would be too strong for you to handle. you were a lightweight after all. “jungkook’s in a corner getting all close with yuna.”exess

“stupid boy.” he shook his head. “are you upset because you don’t like seeing them together?” he asked, leaning against the fridge, watching as yoongi and jimin walked in, seemingly with the same idea as you.

“what..no it’s not that.” your cheeks flushed, a cheeky grin forming on his face that jimin was beginning to rival, understanding the context of the conversation immediately. “yeah? why you getting all red then?” the younger man teased.

“shut up.” you hissed, making him throw his hands up.

“okay. let’s say for arguments sake you’re not jealous, are you really gonna let that something as silly as that ruin your night?” jin asked, bumping your hip whilst making his own drink. “you can’t let his bad decisions dictate how you feel, enjoy yourself.”

“god. boring. don’t listen to him, y/n.” jimin huffed, grabbing your arms and twirling you a little. “don’t get upset. get even.”

“huh?” yoongi asked, eyes narrowing. “okay, feels like it goes without saying that you shouldn’t listen to jimin right now.”

you were intrigued, however. “what do you mean?” you asked, peering at him.

“get even.” he reiterated with a smirk. “gotta play him by his own game.”

“yeah, well, it’s not like my ex is here.” you grumbled at him, taking a sip of your too harsh drink, making you wince. jin tutted, stealing it out of your hand and making you another, more appropriate one.

jimin’s smirk could have rivaled the cheshire cat, with the way it pinned to either side of his face, clearly loving this game. he knew about jungkook’s feelings for you, and about the hidden feelings you could barely admit to yourself - wasn’t it time he had some fun, and made sure progress was being made?

“ah, but i have something better.” he tutted, leading you out to the entrance of the kitchen so you could look out all of the people here. “so many eligible bachelors. why go for something you’re used to, when you could try something new?”

you pondered his words whilst you heard yoongi groan, taking the drink jin was preparing for you and downing it himself.

soon enough, you had found yourself the perfect man. you couldn’t really remember his name, jaehoon, jaehyun, something along those lines - not that it really mattered. he was the right fit for what you needed. you flirted in a way you knew worked best, eyelashes fluttering and a few casual touches here and there, he was practically smitten by the end.

you’d even gotten up to dance, his hands travelling all over the expanse of your stomach, your hips and hair. he was letting you know exactly what he felt and what he was thinking through his eager touch. normally, you’d feel disgusted, you weren’t someone that revelled in attention like this but it was hard to think when you were being guided by jealousy.

“wanna get out of here?” he whispered down at you, voice heavy with intent.

at first, you faltered, as though ice water had been splashed onto your face, suddenly aware of what you were doing. one look upwards and you noticed jungkook wasn’t even around you, and for some stupid reason you couldn’t rationalise, it made you angry. he broke the pact. he had you walking around the party looking for him. him and his touches, wandering hands and fleeting looks - you knew friends didn’t do that, but it was jungkook. it was okay if it was him, you preferred it even, and yet here you stood, about to make the biggest mistake of your life out of pure ego.

“yeah.” you huffed a little, carried away by your thoughts.

the man in front of you couldn’t believe his luck, you were easily one of the prettiest girls at the whole party and entirely out of his league so he wasn’t about to waste a single minute. he took your hand, smirk big whilst leading you through the house, and towards the door.

you passed some of your friends, who were all looking at you inquisitively, managing to get to the foyer before you were so rudely stopped by a hand yanking your own away from his grip.

“what the fuck are you doing?” jungkook appeared, chest big and shoulders as wide as they could be.

he was inching towards the shorter man, eyes narrowed dangerously as though something completely unfathomable was taking place in front of him.

“who are you?” his eyebrows narrowed. “let go.” you hissed at the same time, yanking your hand out of his grip.

he turned to you, eyebrows furrowing in half confusion and annoyance. “what, you’re gonna leave with this guy? are you fucking stupid?”

“what’s it to you?” your eyes were matching his in emotion, whilst the man beside you watched you both in confusion. “listen, man, she told me she was single..”

“yeah, well she’s not.” he broke eye contact; facing him once more. “touch my girl again and i’ll fucking kill you.”

that was all he needed to hear; backing down immediately and all but scurrying away. jungkook was very well known, he had a presence that made most men uncomfortable, a cocktail mix of strength and anger that anyone would shy away from. it was secretly one of your favourite things about him, you were convinced he was invincible - the thought of him being able to protect you so thoroughly had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“jungkook.” you hissed once more, anger bubbling in your stomach.

he didn’t bother to respond, grabbing you by your hips and pushing you almost harshly against the wall, secretly making sure your head didn’t bang. “what was that? leaving with some guy, you don’t even know who he was.”

“would it have been better if it was someone i knew, then?” you scoffed, hands gripping his shirt where his hardened chest sat beneath, pushing him away though he didn’t budge whatsoever. stupid, concrete body.

his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. “you don’t fucking leave with anyone that isn’t me, you hear me?”

you rolled your eyes. “you don’t get to act all innocent with me, i’m surprised you’re not upstairs with yuna right now.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i saw you, so don’t even bother.” you huffed, pushing him by his chest once more only for him to grab your hands, pinning them to the wall above you.

“yeah? tell me what you saw, hm.” he darkly whispered down at you. “did you hear what we were talking about, or are you jumping to conclusions?”

you wiggled slightly, his chest now all but pressed against yours. this position was entirely indecent, and if either of you were more aware of your surroundings, you’d be thankful that everyone was currently too drunk to notice you.

“you said you wouldn’t talk to her anymore, that was the pact.” you hissed. “you promised and now you’ve broken it, so i can do whatever i want, you don’t get to dictate my decisions.”

he scoffed in your face, and your eyes widened lightly at the mere audacity, wiggling again against his grip. all this was doing was pushing your body tighter against him.

“you know, if you had stuck around longer than 5 seconds you would have actually heard what we were talking about.” he all but grumbled. “she approached me, wouldn’t leave me alone, i’ve spent the last 15 minutes telling her to fuck off, that i’ve only got my eyes on one girl, only have time for you.”

you stopped wiggling, his words hitting you one after the other.

“imagine my fucking surprise when i try find you, only to find some fuck leading you out of this place.” his face was dangerously close to yours. “what were you planning, y/n? trying to get me angry? was that your game plan?”

you didn’t respond, nervously keeping eye contact. your thighs were pressed against each other tightly, a sick part of you enjoying this more than anything, the way he was being a little rougher with you whilst still being protective - it made your brain sing.

“and what would you have done once you were both alone, hm? he wanted to fuck you.” he growled harshly, making you grumble under your breath. “you think a guy like that is worth fucking?”

“okay, fine, i shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. but you still broke the pact.” you weakly pushed back, your ego too high to let him win.

jungkook knew it, knew the only reason you’d gone so far was out of jealousy and it made his heart clench harshly - it felt fucking incredible. his girl, his y/n, so bothered at the sight of another woman staking their claim on him that you’d become this blind? if only you knew the way he had shut yuna down, leaving the girl practically in tears after he explained how deeply his heart and brain were intertwined into you - that he’d take morsels from you if it meant being close to you, whilst he wouldn’t even look at her twice even if she’d offer herself whole. he knew it was cruel, but in that moment, when all he wanted to do was return to you, he hardly cared.

“yeah, i did.” he murmured after a moment, slowly easing your hands back down from the wall, now pushing them back onto his chest. he could feel your fingers pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt once more. “forgive me, baby. swear my intentions were good.”

you nibbled on your bottom lip. he was still so close, his nose bumped against yours gently, “fine.” you huffed a little, despite one of your hands drawling down to his stomach, feeling the tightness of his abs beneath.

he dipped his head so your cheeks were pressing together, his lips ghosting against your ear. “now, stay with me for the rest of the night. next man i see touching you, i’ll fuck up.”

and as you both walked away, you sported a triumph grin, not only having jungkook possessively lead you to a spot on the couch, but also have his wandering hand go from your hip to firmly grabbing your ass.

—

“how much longer?” jungkook groaned alongside yoongi, who sat beside him, arms crossed and eyes closed.

the two men were sat within the confinements of what felt like a jail, but was actually a mere clothing department. surrounded by pretty dresses and a flourish of colours, the pair felt utterly out of place, dragged here by either girl. yoongi and yejin had a weird back and forth that had been building for years, incredibly similar to your own relationship with jungkook? the difference between you, however, was they at least tried to be subtle for the sake of appearances.

“god, just wait, you’re both so impatient.” yejin huffed, whilst you both chatted away in your respective dressing rooms. “i don’t know about this one.” you murmured, loud enough for jungkook to pick up on the slight tinge of anxiety in your voice.

“come out, y/n.” he gently coaxed, noticing your feet from underneath nervously shuffling.

you did exactly that, however, your hair pulled up into a messy ponytail that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

“wait let me see too!” yejin excitedly rushed out, the lilac tone of her dress catching yoongi’s attention.

jungkook couldn’t look away from you. a sweet grey dress that hugged every inch of you - from where it sat on your calf to the way it dipped in at your waist. it felt like your legs went on for days, your breasts accentuated. you were perfection in a bottle, and the fact you weren’t sure drove him insane.

“i really like that, actually. you look nice.” yoongi nodded in approval, yejin walking over and adjusting the straps. “oh, you are so getting this. you look hot.”

you looked over at jungkook. it was his opinion you really wanted, and you knew it wasn’t healthy, but you craved his thoughts the most. he was soaking you in hungrily, eyes dark and legs parted slightly, causing you to flicker down secretly. he was enamoured by you.

“i like it.” he grumbled. “i like it too much.”

your cheeks flushed a little, pleased with your best friend’s approval. “you sure kookie? just think this grey is too moody for a wedding, and maybe it’s too tight?”

“it’s perfect. i’m wearing black, so we’ll match.” he shook his head. yejin grinned to herself before flaunting her outfit towards yoongi who was equally as enamoured.

“ooh, are you wearing that suit we got together at the start of the year?” you excitedly asked, shuffling over to him. you were now in front of him, his legs parted as he leaned back in his chair, your body inbetween.

he was taking you in, openly. from your eyes to your lips, lips to your neck, neck to your boobs and downwards. he couldn’t get enough.

“mm, yeah. remember you saying how much you liked it.” his hands were touching you now, on your hips, sliding over the material hungrily. “i really do.” you admitted, a small, too cheeky grin forming on your face.

yejin had returned to her dressing room now, you promptly doing the same, jungkook’s hands falling off of your body, watching the dress pool at your feet from the bottom of the door. he spread his legs a little wider, accommodating for the already growing nature of his length.

“hey, you guys joining us for dinner?” yoongi asked him quietly, watching as yejin walked out, hands playing with her hair. “dunno man, might have to pass, she’s kinda tired so thought i’d take her home.”

he nodded, watching as you too came out. jungkook admired you whilst you both said your goodbyes, soon enough standing in front of him, in between his legs slightly, like before. “you don’t have to come with me if you’re hungry, kookie, i don’t mind making my own way back.”

he scoffed, whilst standing, height towering over you immediately. “gotta take my girl home, hm?”

you didn’t want to admit the pounding that formed in your chest at his words and the ease in which he said them in. he took a hold of your hand, both protective and possessive whilst leading you to the counter, not sparing you a single glance as he paid for your dress. you had known him long enough to know he’d sooner die than let you pay for anything, another thing that had you kicking your legs and screaming into your pillow.

“wait, can we go to yours instead? just remembered my house is a mess and i don’t wanna deal with that right now.” groaning into his arm whilst you walked beside him, peering up with big, hopeful eyes.

jungkook wanted to scream. as if he could say no to you.

“mm, sure. you left your stuff from last time too in case you want to shower.”

you grinned wide at the confirmation. “hm, maybe i’ll have a bath.”

within the next half hour, you were in jungkook’s bath, soapy bubbles covering your naked body whilst you hummed in delight, candles littered everywhere to create some sort of ambience. you loved coming to his place, it was much bigger and warmer than your own apartment. his scent was also everywhere, which made your brain keen.

“you hungry?” jungkook called out from the kitchen, prepared to make you a whole ass meal at your mere confirmation.

you were away with the fairies, too cozied up in the warm water and scented bubbles to even begin to hear him. jungkook frowned, realising you hadn’t responded, making him walk towards the closed door, knocking lightly and asking again.

in return, all he got was a slight hum, as though you were confused of what he was asking. without thinking, the door was already being pushed open, revealing you.

your hair was pulled up in a cute little bun, whilst your knees propped up in the water, the only sliver of skin jungkook could see whilst the rest of your body lay hidden underneath the expanse of bubbles. he watched as you peered up at him lazily, as though this was the most normal thing in the world - as though friends were supposed to walk in on each other naked.

“what did you say?” you murmured up at him whilst exhaling a little, seemingly content.

his lip quirked upwards slightly, whilst his cock thumped against the expanse of his boxers and jeans angrily. if you shifted, just slightly, just a little…

“asking if you’re hungry.” his voice has become rough, causing your eyes to flicker over to him, before slowly trailing down, noticing the way he was evidently hard.

in all honesty, you’d noticed it constantly. whether it was you waking up to his morning wood pressed tightly against you, or whether it was at parties where you’d sit on his lap only to be left with a core aching for something you weren’t sure you’d ever get.

“not really. this feels too good to leave.” a sigh left your lips dramatically, making him crouch beside you, his hand dipping in the water slightly to feel the temperature. “that does feel good.” he confirmed.

“i even put the salt thing you bought for me. feels so nice.”

if jungkook was any other man, he wouldn’t have been able to pick up on the secretive tone you were using. but, alas, he knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant he could recognise the teasing tilt to your voice with ease. you were enjoying this. you liked seeing him rock hard for you, and judging from the way your eyes kept flickering down, you were just as needy.

“yeah? mind if i join you, baby? wanna see what’s got you like this.” he was suddenly so close to your face; watching the way your pupils were dilating, your eyelids hooding whilst you offered a little nod, almost delirious.

hungrily, you watched him. he discarded his top, his jeans. he made sure your eyes were connected as he was left with his boxers, his length imprinted against the thin material, watching the way your gaze flickered down almost hungrily.

“make some room.”

it was though you were taken out of your trance, slowly pulling yourself to the corner of the massive bathtub whilst he himself got in, his boxers sat on the floor of the bathroom. jungkook rested against the opposite side of you, his back against the tub whilst you did the same, the bubbles mostly hiding you.

him, however - no he was a different story. his cock sat heavy against his stomach, pink and long, thicker than anything you’d ever seen before. it looked angry, the way it was twitching, hard and begging to be touched, visible to his sweet best friend.

he watched as you stared, little gasps leaving your mouth as you hungrily took him in. you weren’t hiding it, something he appreciated greatly.

the problem with your shared dynamic was that neither of you were shy about how you felt, making it clear to the world whilst never discussing it to one another, leaving you in this tension filled relationship where you both wanted each other in a way that felt stifling.

jungkook watched the way your chest and rose and fell, hints of your pebbled nipples coming to the surface before being hidden away once more.

“you were right. does feel good.” he casually murmured, wet hands running through his hair to keep it out of his face, as though his cock wasn’t leaking pre cum in front of you.

you weren’t sure what to say, core thumping and begging for something, anything.

he smirked slightly. “but colder than i expected.” your eyes looked up at his voice, finally listening again. “c-cold?”

“yeah. warm me up?” he tilted his head, watching as your body moved before you could even think.

you moved towards him, water sloshing, not that either of you cared, so your back was now suddenly against his chest, your naked bodies curling into one another with ease. your nudity wasn’t an issue for you, and certainly not for him, but the second you moved, you hadn’t realised this meant the bubbles were now moving away from you too.

your visibly naked body pressed against him, whilst his arm curled around you. he could see your breasts, the way they jolted with every move, causing his cock to twitch much to your non-secret enjoyment.

“feels better.” he breathed down at you, air tickling your ear, making you curl further into him. your hands were against him, one on his chest and the other at his side under the water, but your gaze had fallen directly onto his cock once more.

“pretty.” you whispered up at him. his ego was beyond anything at the minute. what do you mean his pretty little best friend was perched, naked on his chest, admiring his fat length?

he nuzzled your nose, almost condescendingly with his own, eyes dark and dilated to match your own. “yeah? you like it?”

you nodded, curling into him further whilst one of your hands drew circles against his stomach, dangerously close to where it sat. you weren’t as innocent as you looked, and jungkook fucking loved it.

his own hand curled tighter against you, fingers touching just above where your own pussy sat. “been like this since the dress shop. you looked so pretty.”

the way he was cooing at you had your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, a small grin beginning to form. “i’m happy you liked my dress.”

“i fucking loved it.” he scoffed, drawing his own circles against you. “always look so beautiful.”

the ending of his sentence was whispered down at you, as though they were words too big for either of you to hear. it did nothing to stop your grin from growing, giggling a little into him as you nuzzled closer to his chest, your fingers brushing against his cock more openly.

you watched as it twitched, whilst his own hand was beginning to fall forwards, almost cupping your heat entirely.

“kookie…” you began, nibbling down your bottom lip as you nervously looked up at him. “can..can i?”

instead of responding, jungkook took his free hand and took your own, pulling it up to his lips to plant pepper kisses all over it. your eyes were batting up at him, enjoying the affection and attention beyond anything you could ever describe, before watching him take your hand, and slowly wrap it around his dick.

your little gasp nearly had him bucking up into your hand. the way it couldn’t wrap around fully, your fingers much smaller than his and yet you wasted no time, beginning to pump him slowly, up and down.

“you’re so thick.” your voice was filled with awe, and again, his ego felt like it was about to sky rocket. jungkook wanted to close his eyes, relish the pleasurable feeling of you exploring him for the first time like he had dreamt of on so many occasions. and yet, he couldn’t look away from you, the way your eyes were hooded and your hands were moving up and down in pure intrigue. it made him want to ruin you.

“my turn.” he whispered in your ear, making you shiver. his hand that was grazing against you, now moved purposefully. jungkook ran two fingers up your slit, groaning a little at how wet you felt. despite the water growing colder each passing minute, you both felt on fire.

you let out a breathy moan, head pressing against jungkook’s cheeks as your legs opened up for him, the two of you peering up at one another.

“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.” he huffed through a moan, your hand moving up and down his length. your faces were turned to one another, breaths mingling as your lips sat dangerously close.

god, you were so beautiful. jungkook couldn’t get over the hazy look in your eyes, the way your gaze only ever looked away to look at your hand pumping him, or his own fingers moving against you.

a loud moan left your lips once you felt jungkook push a finger in, deep and full. he wasn’t waiting for you to adjust, merely pumping it with a curled edge, hitting you exactly where you needed it. your forehead now touched his own as you adjusted your body, giving him more access whilst you too sped up your actions.

neither of you could look away, pleasuring one another as though it was the most natural thing on earth, both yearning to kiss each other and yet there still seemed to be an air of uncertainty. soon enough, he added another finger, watching as your mouth fell open and eyes shut tight.

“cmon, baby, want your eyes on me.” he whispered against you, pressing too gentle kisses to your face, making you whimper and nod whilst doing exactly that.

your hands were sloppy, almost unsure of yourself as the pleasure raked up and down your body. fortunately for you, jungkook was of the opinion you didn’t need to ever work, the concept both foreign and offensive to his mind. his hand darted out, taking a hold of your own on his cock and guided you, taking control of you whilst also fingering you, actions growing harsher.

“fuck. a pussy like this needs to be ruined. look at you; just begging to be stretched out.” his words were pounding in your brain. “bet you can’t think unless you’re leaking cum.”

you stretched your legs impossibly wider, water sloshing around you as you nodded along to his words, feeling them in the pit of your stomach. you wanted that so badly.

“jungkook, i can’t..” the moans you were letting out were loud and bouncing off of the walls of the bathroom, whilst you both grew more and more erratic.

his fingers ploughed into you, in and out, curling right against that singular spot that had you arching your back into him whilst he helped you fist his cock.

“you can.” he hissed, biting your jaw, leaving hickeys against your neck and jawline as though he had every right. “wanna feel you cum for me, sweet girl. hm? so good to me, just letting my ruin your little pussy. who does it belong to?”

“you.” you responded almost instantly, back arching as you felt something grow in the pit of your stomach. “all yours, kookie, always.”

he nodded, forcing you to look at him as he too could feel his orgasm approaching. your words were like a drug to him, feeding ever warped belief he’d ever thought. you were both on the edge, so close, so ready to break, feeling higher than ever in one another’s arms.

he pulled you in suddenly, fingers leaving your core and dropping your hand away from his own cock. you wanted to whine until you realised what he was doing, positioning your body on top of him so he could slide his cock between your slit, pushing the tip into your tight hole.

“you’re going to cum on my cock, y/n. you hear me? gonna fill you up, make sure it fucking sticks.” his words were so dark, so possessive and yet they bounced around your brain in mere pleasure.

your body was shaking, he was a tight fit, but he wasted no time, only managing to fit the tip and an extra inch inside before roughly thrusting inside of you, building on both of your impending orgasms. if you thought his fingers felt good, the painful stretch of only a part of his cock had you screaming into his face. he couldn’t stop, his hands harsh and leaving bruises on your ass as he clutched, chasing both of your orgasms. neither of you were thinking clearly, which caused jungkook to lean even closer and press his lips tightly to yours.

your brain blanked.

the movement of his lips, the way your mouths moved in unison hungrily, both of your hands moving against one another was enough to finally push you over the edge.

your legs shook whilst jungkook came too, a loud grunt leaving his lips as ropes of cum painted your walls, whilst you cried out in pleasure, the too harsh coil bursting all over your body.

you felt like you were on cloud nine, and once you had finally come down for your high, you realise you were perhaps out out of it for longer than you’d realised. your back was against jungkook’s, his arm around your waist whilst the shower head above washed both of your bodies. your legs felt weak and hard to stand on, but his grip was tight and made you steady.

“you okay?” he gently murmured down at you, with a small kiss to your forehead, causing you to nod with a little curl. “i feel so good.” you hummed, aching core a reminder of his love for you.

“good. did so good for me, sweet girl. fingered all that cum back in you too, so it’s all inside.”

his words would have scared any other girl, and yet here you were, quietly giggling to yourself like he had just said the most romantic thing on earth.

you reached over so you were turned in his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling entirely dwarfed in this position and yet it was exactly what you needed. the grin on jungkook’s lips rivalled that of a cheshire cat.

“cmon, let’s get you fed.”

the rest of the day was spent with you sat in jungkook’s arms, continuing your usual routine. you’d always been touchy, holding one another, nuzzling in one another’s neck and cuddling but this? no, this was completely different.

he had you sat on the counter whilst he cooked for you, shirtless, feeding you spoonfuls whilst he kept a hand on you at all times. later, he fed you from his lap, making sure you were full and satiated. once you were done, you both popped on a movie, watching until you felt sleepy, his arms carrying you to his bed. you slept good that night, feeling protected as you curled into jungkook’s arms, biceps wrapped around you and his fat cock hidden away in your gummy walls.

though neither of you rushed to talk about what had happened, you almost didn’t feel the need to. jungkook was yours, he always had been, and yeah you didn’t have a label, but you weren’t sure anything could accurately describe what he was to you anyway.

you fell asleep in the arms of the only man you’d ever truly cared about, body and soul, heart and mind.

—

you loved weddings more than anything else on earth. to be around people expressing joy for shared love felt pure in the sweetest of ways, and it was always an honour you held deep in your heart whenever you were invited.

you sat on a table with all of your friends. jungkook sat behind you and jimin to your right, the circular table wide and chatty, laughing with one another and clapping your hands excitedly when namjoon made his toast.

ever since that night with jungkook, things had changed. not in a bad way, oh contraire - his lips would often find your own in a sweet embrace, fleeting but gentle, his hands wandering inappropriately in their usual fashion but now it held more weight. you’d lost count on how many times he’d cum inside of you, it slowly becoming an addiction for you - you couldn’t function if he wasn’t inside you in some way. it was like a switch had shifted in both of your brains and it made you realise you didn’t want to pretend anymore, you liked his attention, yearned for it, wanted more and more and more.

you hadn’t seen him for a few days which felt like a lifetime, but your exams and your part time job kept you away from him, not that this was a deterrent. he’d send you videos you know you’d giggle at, or facetime you like he typically would. it felt different, the air had changed, and you found yourself longing for something you knew you could have.

jungkook had picked you up from yejin’s apartment, some of the other guys coming with too so you could all attend together, and he could have sworn you’d stolen his breath then and there. he’d seen you dressed for parties, or even half naked, but it didn’t compare to seeing you now. elegance dripped from every inch of you, your dress from the shop he’d bought you adorned on your body and your hair pulled back in a sweet bun, wispy pieces adorning your face. he was wearing the suit you loved so much, and the both of you couldn’t help but grin at one another.

on the ride there, the both of you sat in the back of yoongi’s car. his hand was against your thigh, possessive and meaningful and you found yourself playing with his fingers almost excitedly. you liked how visibly he wanted the world to know you belonged to him. made you feel good.

walking in, you weren’t sat together for the ceremony, with jungkook being further down in the row whilst you and yejin sat separately from the boys, much to his disappointment. this proved beneficial when he realised his position allowed for direct access to you, watching you greedily as he took you in. he couldn’t help but notice how many of the groomsmen were eyeing you up, and it made him clench his teeth but he remained quiet. a problem he’d deal with later.

the bride soon walked in, a vision in white, and jungkook watched the way your eyes utterly lit up, a little gasp leaving you. his gaze was hungry, obsessive, he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to - the way your small hands were clutched by your chest as though the mere sight of the bride had hearts pooling at your stomach. you wanted to be a bride? done, he’d get you a ring first thing tomorrow.

he was being quiet tonight, and despite now being sat behind you at the table, he’d not talked to you much. you were a slight over thinker, so you were assuming it might have been the environment, maybe he was uncomfortable at weddings? he didn’t seem uptight or anything, merely contemplative, and he was still being touchy so you assumed it was about something else as opposed to you.

silly little you had no idea that jungkook was thinking of the next steps. he’d propose to you, obviously, the title of boyfriend and girlfriend was insulting to him and he’d never stoop so low than to claim you in such a way. secondly; you’d get married, and he’d buy you a big house - he was already lined up for a high paying job that he was about to start, and he was pretty comfortable considering his family’s fortune. did you want a lot of kids? lord knew jungkook would give you a hundred if that’s what you wanted, or he’d live a life solely focused on you if that’s what you preferred. he knew you well enough to know you liked children, always cooing and complaining about baby fever to him as though he wasn’t correctly equipped to heal you from it.

after a while, you simply couldn’t take it anymore, pulling at his sleeve a little, forcing him to look at you whilst everyone ate.

“you okay?” you tilted your head at him, wispy hair falling into your face.

fuck, jungkook thought. you were beauty defined.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he confirmed, taking your tugging hand and intertwining his fingers with them underneath the table. “sorry, just been lost in thought.”

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked curiously.

he peered over your features, the way your big eyes were blinking up at him as though he held the answers to the universe.

he pressed a little kiss to your hand. “about how pretty you’d be in a white dress.”

you gasped almost immediately, catching the attention of yejin and seokjin who sat beside jungkook, before they looked away. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, chest beating hard at the insinuation of his words, gaze dropping to the way his lips quirked slightly at your reaction.

“why..” you cleared your throat. “why are you thinking about that?”

his thumb was tracing patterns against your skin, leaning closer to you for a minute. “i always think about you. feels fitting for the setting.”

your heart was beating. was he teasing you? you didn’t even need to think to know the concept of jungkook being your future husband was something akin to having heaven on earth. a man utterly, entirely obsessed with you, showering you with love and affection whilst being a six foot something adonis. the fact he was your closest, most cherished best friend since childhood only added a little cherry on top.

“shut up.” you pushed him lightly, but the dusting of pink in your cheeks was enough for anyone to notice.

soon enough, the wedding party actually began, with namjoon forcing all of you to dance and have fun, laughs being heard all around the room as you and other guests danced the night away. you knew you were lucky for having such a sweet circle of friends, all caring and uplifting, unafraid to make fools of themselves in the pursuit of joy.

you slipped away, grabbing yourself a champagne flute and heading out to the open balcony to get some air. you were having the time of your life, and despite having jungkook in your mind all of the time, it felt refreshing to be around such love whilst thinking of him. your best friend. your man.

a small smile formed on your face as you found yourself wanting to scream out loud, feeling so many happy emotions, humming a little as the nippy night air chilled the heat on your body, your exposed arms forming goosebumps.

“god, it’s loud out there.” a voice chirped to your left, making you gasp a little as you looked over.

a tallish man; blonde, green eyes. he was lanky, and resembled one of your exes. on any other occasion, you’d be ready to admit that he was undoubtedly your type, but at the minute, the only thing that could begin to occupy even one moment of your thoughts were that of big boba eyes and a bunny smile.

“you startled me.” you breathed, letting out a light laugh.

he grinned. “sorry.” he turned to you fully. “too much for you too?”

“just wanted some air. got myself a drink, so, can’t complain.”

he laughed in response with a little nod. you found yourself chatting to the stranger, finding out he was a close friend of the groom, was currently working as a lawyer, financially responsible, even had a dog. on paper, this man was the total catch and the fact he was being so openly responsive with you, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he clearly desired you.

however, you felt absolutely nothing.

sure he was attractive, but hardly anything could pull you away from the warmth jungkook provided. he felt like home. twisted, warped, dark and yet it felt safe, something you knew no one else could replicate. he’d known you since you were in pigtails, held your hand through every single thing you’d ever experienced and still stood tall. if not him, then who?

“okay, i’m just gonna ask. gotta shoot my shot, so..” the green eyed man, nate as you’d come to learn, turned to you. “are you single?”

your cheeks flushed almost instantly. you had a sneaky suspicion his interest was blooming from that angle and yet assumed the best. “oh..uh, not really.”

“that doesn’t seem like a confident no?” he tilted his head.

you bit your lip, a slight smile forming. “guess it’s complicated.”

“a girl like you shouldn’t be wasted on complicated. you deserve a clear answer.”

you peered up at him, nibbling on your lip and contemplating. “i know what i mean to him, we’re best friends…we’re more than anything i can describe, really. i don’t even know what you’d call us..i guess that’s why it feels complicated.”

nate took a swing of his drink. “what a lucky son of a bitch.”

you giggled at that, before feeling a heavy warmth against your back, thick fingers clutching the side of your hip and breath tickling the back of your neck, a single kiss being pressed against it. your brain swirled with content, recognising the touch almost instantly, as though you were tethered.

“very lucky.” jungkook all but purred into your skin, a small and almost shy smile forming at your lips.

the man beside you instantly understood this man to be the exact one you had spoken about, and the sight of you together, the way you both melted into each others touch floored him for a moment. you were right - this was the epitome of complicated. as a stranger peering in from the outside, he wasn’t sure what he’d call you. boyfriend girlfriend felt foolish, anything more would be too little, but the way you were reacting and touching one another felt fated.

he took his leave, the once disappointment that swirled in his stomach quickly replaced by an understanding - you were each other’s person. he didn’t stand a fucking chance.

“you scared him away.” you teased, whilst jungkook turned you in his arms, looking down at you with arms locked around your waist. “bad dog.”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he hummed. “been doing that with every man that comes your way for years. some slip through.”

you giggled. he wasn’t joking. not that you needed to know.

he twirled a strand of your hair. “you seem contemplative.”

“is a girl not allowed to think?”

“hm. i encourage it.” hands slowly slipped up to the small of your back. “tell me your thoughts?”

you bit your lip.

“what are we?” you asked quietly, as though afraid you’d break the peace in the quiet you shared with him.

jungkook didn’t falter, though. not that you expected him to, but you knew that it was an age long question that made most people uncomfortable. it was about time you realised that jungkook wasn’t like most people, and he hadn’t been for the past 15 years you’d known him.

he tilted his head slightly, so that your eyes would meet his directly.

“you are everything.” he simply responded. “i feel like anything i label you as is too small and it feels insulting, but i’ll take anything you give me.”

you nibbled further, nodding. “i know.” your voice came out a whisper. “i’ve always liked you to be honest. i guess i just put our friendship first because you’re my best friend, you mean so much to me.”

your admission was sweet, and he could feel it in the depths of his soul.

his finger reached up, tilting your head back gently and pressing a small kiss to your jaw. “i feel a lot more than like for you, y/n. think you’d run for the hills if you truly knew.”

“i wouldn’t.” you breathed out, pulling at his shirt, tugging. “wanna hear it. you can tell me.”

jungkook stared down at you.

“you are the only thing i ever think about.” his finger under your chin was now caressing your cheek. you were so delicate. “morning, afternoon, evening. i feel physically sick if i don’t see you, don’t touch you or talk to you. your voice alone feels healing.”

you breathed out a shaky breath of air.

“remember our pact? i don’t talk to yuna, you don’t talk to your dumb fuck ex.” you nodded.

“only reason i ever entertained her was because i couldn’t stomach the thought of him being around you, getting to hold you and kiss you. even now, i feel angry, feel sick even thinking about it ever being a reality.”

“jungkook..” you all but gasped out.

“i know it’s fucked up. i know it’s not normal, but my brain is warped. i’m obsessed with you, felt this way ever since we were kids and it’s just gotten worse and worse and worse. but i don’t care, baby. you’re it for me and i’m spending my life making sure you feel every bit of that, i don’t care if it means i have to tear this world and make a new one for you.”

your heart was beating out of your chest as you peered up at him, hands shaky and lips parted.

“you, y/n, are mine. i’m yours too.” he nodded. “so call me your boyfriend, or whatever you want, because soon enough, i’ll be standing up there with you walking down the aisle all pretty in white.”

he brought you closer.

“and even then, when you call me your husband, i’ll feel fucking sick. because it’s a cheap comparison for what i feel for you, what i wanna be for you - you’re one half of me, and i’ll never make you feel any less.”

peering into jungkook’s eyes, you saw a swirl of two things. love, undoubtedly, which swam in pools of ebony brown, curling around his iris and hugging the whites of his eyes as though it was the most natural thing on earth. behind it, bigger, stronger even, sat infatuation - deadly, all encompassing.

if you were a better woman, you’d run for the hills, recognise him as the apex predator whilst identifying yourself as his ideal prey. unfortunately for you, every line of obsession that made up jungkook’s entire being was matched within your own. you were every inch of what he was to you, you felt the exact same emotions, the same need, the same awe, the same primal want that you couldn’t explain to anyone else.

he was yours, yours alone and you’d never let him forget it.

you were both leaning in, about to kiss, reaching a new high and understanding when your name was called out from inside the building. within seconds, it seemed you were pulled away out onto the dance floor where the bride was ready to toss her bouquet, your figure hidden amongst the other excited women around you.

you turned, your intention to simply watch as red petals flew in the air, cascading through the crowd and landing gently within your hands, brushing your fingers gently until they found a home in your embrace.

jungkook watched from the balcony, small smirk forming as he too clapped alongside everyone else in the room.

figures, you thought, catching his gaze as you inhaled the scent of the fresh roses. even luck knew where you belonged. captured tightly against harsh thorns, possessive and rough - no way out with no will to find one.

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Dangerous Attachment- JJK

SYNOPSIS: After moving into a new apartment, Y/N hopes for a quiet start until she meets her neighbors, a couple living next door. Jungkook, the husband, is everything she shouldn't want: kind, gentle, and already taken. Yet their paths keep crossing, drawing her into a connection she tries to deny. GENRE: Forbidden Romance | Slow burn Obsession | Toxic WC: 22.3k

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You had just moved into the new apartment small, quiet, and perfectly close to your university. The morning sunlight spilled through the thin curtains, washing over the boxes still waiting to be unpacked. It felt peaceful here, safe even. The kind of place where no one knew who you were or what you'd left behind.

Your neighbors were kind surprisingly kind. The old lady two doors down always brought you something warm to eat, her hands smelling faintly of jasmine and soap. She'd ask about your classes, your part-time job, and remind you to rest more. You liked her voice, soft and familiar, the way she made you feel seen in a city full of strangers.

And then there was him.

The man next door.

Jeon Jungkook.

You still remember the first day how he appeared out of nowhere when you were struggling with the heavy boxes, his sleeves rolled up, smile effortless. "Let me help you," he'd said, and before you could argue, he was already carrying half your things inside. You didn't even notice how your heart stuttered then maybe you did, but you told yourself it was just gratitude.

He was married. A husband. A father.

And yet, there was something about him that felt different from the rest maybe the way his voice softened when he spoke to his daughter, or how he always greeted you with a polite smile that lingered a second too long. His daughter, Hana, was adorable curious, bright, and too comfortable wandering into your apartment. Sometimes she'd sit on your floor, crayons scattered everywhere, while you watched her, pretending to study but stealing glances at the door. Waiting, maybe, for him to come pick her up.

On weekends, you'd share donuts or ice cream with her, listening to her innocent chatter about school, her mom, and how her dad made the best pancakes. You smiled every time she mentioned him even when you didn't mean to.

Jungkook often returned the gesture, sending over food or desserts his wife prepared. You thanked him each time, your fingers brushing his when you took the plate, your voice softer than usual. His wife was rarely around busy, devoted to her work, someone you only saw in glimpses. You respected her, you really did. But sometimes you wondered what it would feel like to have what she had.

It wasn't love. You told yourself that often. It was just admiration. Just curiosity.

But your heart had already begun memorizing the rhythm of his footsteps in the hallway and you hated how much you noticed when they stopped in front of your door.

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You were standing just outside your apartment, staring at the dull light that had long since given up on your living room. The evening air was cool against your skin, brushing softly as if nudging you to hurry. You hadn't expected anyone to be around, yet your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

It was Jungkook. Just back from work, his shirt slightly creased from the day, hair still a little tousled, the faint scent of cologne mingling with the evening breeze. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he carried himself effortlessly, the ease in his stride making him seem larger than life.

"Hey," he greeted, a small smile tugging at his lips as he noticed you standing there. "What are you doing out here?" His voice had that calm, low quality that somehow made the mundane feel significant.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should admit the triviality of your errand. "I... I came out to get a bulb," you said, gesturing vaguely to the darkened interior behind you. "The one in my living room stopped working."

He raised an eyebrow, a faint amusement flickering in his eyes. "Really?" Then, before you could respond, he added, "I actually have an extra at my place. You can take it if you want."

You blinked, slightly taken aback by his offer, but nodded quickly. When he handed you the bulb, your fingers brushed for the briefest moment, and you felt a curious jolt, a warmth that made your chest tighten just slightly.

"Do you... need help putting it in?" he asked, watching you carefully. His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of concern, like he could see the hesitation in your movements even before you realized it.

Without thinking, without really analyzing why, you found yourself saying, "Yes." The word escaped your lips almost involuntarily. Of course you did you couldn't possibly reach that high. You told yourself it was purely practical, that it was simply the height that made it necessary to ask for help. But deep down, there was something else: a secret thrill in having him close, his presence so near, his tall frame bending slightly to reach the ceiling alongside you.

Jungkook moved with quiet precision, adjusting the bulb and securing it into place. Every motion was fluid, practiced, but to you, it felt mesmerizing. You found yourself unable to look away, your eyes tracing the line of his arms, the way his fingers gripped the bulb, the slight tension in his shoulders as he worked. You told yourself you were just observing practical, surely but a small, unacknowledged part of you felt captivated.

Finally, he stepped down from the stool, brushing his hands lightly against his thighs. He turned to you, a soft, effortless smile tugging at his lips. "All done," he said, his voice calm but warm, carrying that quiet assurance that always seemed to draw you in.

You blinked, momentarily dazed, and murmured, "Th... thank you." Your words felt insufficient, almost clumsy, compared to the simple perfection of his presence.

Your gaze lingered on him as he straightened his office clothes, the neatness of his shirt and the slight crease of his trousers contrasting with the casual ease of how he just fixed the bulb. He had come straight from work, and here he was, helping you without complaint. The thought made your chest tighten in a way you didn't quite understand.

"Are you... sure you don't need anything? I mean, I'm sorry... you just came from work, and I... I took your help when you probably needed to rest," you said, your words tumbling out in a mix of concern and something closer to fascination.

Jungkook's smile widened just a fraction, easy and reassuring. "It's fine," he said simply, shrugging as if the effort had been nothing.

You hesitated, then offered, almost reflexively, "Would you like something to eat? I can make something-"

He shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him. "No, my wife just made kimchi fried rice with fried chicken," he said, his tone light but the mention of his wife striking a tiny pang in your chest you didn't acknowledge. "But I'll bring some fried chicken for you too," he added, smiling as he made his way to the door.

You watched him leave, standing frozen for a moment, the faint scent of him lingering in the apartment. There was a strange mix of admiration and something deeper you couldn't yet name, a pull you didn't fully recognize. Your fingers absentmindedly brushed against the countertop where he had stood, and you caught yourself staring after him a little longer than necessary, heart quietly stirring at the thought that he had come, just for you, to fix something as simple as a lightbulb.

You shook your head slightly, almost laughing at yourself. "It's just a bulb," you whispered, but your gaze stayed on the door a moment longer, lingering on the space where he had been.

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It was a quiet weekend afternoon, the sunlight streaming softly through the curtains of your apartment. The usual calm of your space was now punctuated by little giggles and the soft clatter of plastic as Hana settled herself on the carpet with her Barbie dolls.

"I'm bored," Hana announced dramatically, plopping herself down beside you. "Mama had work to do and didn't want to play with me. So... I came to play with you!"

You smiled, watching her energetically arrange the tiny outfits and accessories for her dolls. There was something endearing in the seriousness with which she treated her tiny world, as if each piece mattered immensely.

You leaned over slightly, watching her busy hands and the concentration furrowing her little brow. "You look so much like your daddy," you said softly, a playful lilt in your voice.

Hana paused, eyes widening briefly before she shook her head emphatically, returning her attention to her Barbie. "Nooo! I look like mama. I want to look like mama," she said, carefully adjusting a doll's dress as if it were a matter of utmost importance.

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Why?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, genuinely intrigued by her reasoning.

Her face lit up in a proud, mischievous grin. "Dada likes mama," she said, speaking with the innocent certainty only a child could have. "She's beautiful. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. That's what dada said. I want to be like mama too... the most beautiful woman in the world," she added, letting out a small, giggling squeal as she twirled one of the dolls around.

You couldn't help it her words, so matter-of-fact and earnest, made you roll your eyes with a mixture of amusement and affection, though a faint warmth crept up your chest. "Hana," you said gently, reaching over to ruffle her hair, "you're already the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

Her eyes lit up instantly, a small gasp of delight escaping her lips. "Really? Thank you, Y/nie! You're pretty too!" she exclaimed, her giggle infectious as she went back to fussing over her doll.

You laughed softly, shaking your head at her adorable seriousness, and found yourself caught in the moment a quiet, happy bubble of laughter, innocence, and warmth, the kind only children like Hana could bring into a room. Watching her, you realized that beauty wasn't just about appearances; it was in moments like these, in giggles, in admiration freely given, in tiny hands clutching a plastic doll as if it were a crown.

You paused for a moment, setting down the Barbie you'd just been helping Hana dress. The living room was quiet except for the soft rustle of plastic as she arranged her dolls, but your mind was elsewhere. Normally, weekends were Jungkook's time he dedicated to Hana, playing with her, taking her out, or just being present. Yet today, the apartment felt slightly different, almost empty without him.

Curiosity tugged at you, and you leaned slightly closer to Hana, tilting your head in a gentle, casual way as if the question were just passing conversation. "Hana... where's your dad?" you asked softly, careful to keep your tone light, though inside, a small flicker of concern or perhaps curiosity stirred.

Hana didn't look up immediately, focused intently on making sure her Barbie's hair matched the tiny plastic brush in her hand. After a moment, she looked up, her face lighting with a small, innocent smile. "He went out with Tae uncle," she said cheerfully, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked, slightly taken aback. Tae uncle? That name didn't ring any bells. You nodded slowly, trying to process it, curiosity blooming in your chest. Who was this Tae uncle? Was it someone from work? A friend? Somehow, it made your mind wander wondering why Jungkook wasn't home today, and yet, hearing Hana's carefree voice, you felt a twinge of unease you couldn't quite place.

You forced yourself to smile, ruffling her hair gently. "Oh... I see," you said, trying to keep your tone casual while your thoughts quietly lingered on Jungkook. Even in his absence, he seemed to have left an imprint, a presence that lingered in her words, in her mention of him.

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You were walking down the quiet street with Jimin, the evening breeze gently brushing against your face. The two of you had left work together, as usual, and Jimin had once again offered to walk you home. It had become a comforting routine, something you didn't think much about until moments like this made your chest feel a little warmer than necessary.

Holding your hand lightly, Jimin glanced down at the contrast between his palm and yours. "They're so small," he said with a soft chuckle, fingers squeezing yours gently as if testing the reality of it.

You immediately pulled your hand away, pretending to be annoyed. "Yah! Your hand is small too!" you snapped, though the playful tone betrayed your smile. Jimin only laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you reached your apartment building.

As you stopped at the entrance, Jimin leaned slightly closer, his expression suddenly tender. "I'll miss you," he said, giving you those puppy eyes that always had a way of making your heart flutter.

"Stop with that face," you said, though your voice lacked conviction, your cheeks betraying the faint warmth creeping over them.

"Bye bye, I'm going," he said, moving to leave but before you could react, Jimin pulled you gently toward him and pressed a quick, playful kiss to your cheek.

You froze, stunned for a brief moment, fingers instinctively hitting his shoulder. "Yah! What was that?!" you exclaimed, half-scolding, half-laughing.

Jimin just grinned, brushing it off with a casual wave. "Bye!" he said before jogging away, the corners of his lips curved in that infuriatingly charming smile of his.

Then a voice broke through your daze. "Awww, that was so cute."

You turned sharply, your annoyance immediately flaring. Min-seo, Jungkook's wife, was standing there with that familiar bright smile. Behind her, Jungkook appeared, tall and composed as always, walking beside her.

"Is he your boyfriend? You both look cute together," Min-seo said, her tone teasing. She looked at you like she expected a flustered answer.

You blinked at her, a flicker of irritation in your chest. "He- He's not my boyfriend," you said quickly, voice tight as your gaze drifted instinctively to Jungkook, standing silently beside her.

Min-seo only smiled wider, leaning slightly toward him. "Ah, come on! I remember being shy at the beginning too," she said, her words directed at you, but it felt like a jab.

Your hands curled slightly at your sides as you forced yourself to stay calm. "I- I should get going," you muttered, turning sharply and walking away, your steps faster than necessary, each one a silent protest against the little spark of annoyance Min-seo had ignited.

Behind you, Min-seo whispered under her breath, "I guess she's shy."

Jungkook, however, didn't speak. He simply watched you leave, his expression unreadable, and something in that quiet intensity made your chest tighten in a way you didn't fully understand. You didn't notice, but your lowkey fixation on him tugged at you as you disappeared into your apartment, irritation and something unacknowledged swirling together in your mind.

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The knock on your door pulled you from a blissful sleep, one of those rare mornings where your dreams felt warm and endless. Groaning, you buried your face deeper into your pillow, cursing whoever had dared disturb the perfect rhythm of your rest. Another knock came, sharper this time, jolting you upright.

Dragging yourself out of bed, hair a tangled mess and eyes half-closed, you shuffled to the door and opened it only to be greeted by a face that made your grogginess instantly collide with awareness. Jungkook. Handsome, annoyingly so, yet impossibly cute with that soft, bunny-like smile.

Why did someone have to be both handsome and adorable at the same time? you thought, blinking at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry... did I just wake you up?" His voice was soft, genuinely concerned, and your stomach twisted. Shit. He'd seen you like this hair sticking out, eyes half-open, face probably bloated from sleep. You were sure you looked absolutely horrendous.

You froze for a moment, debating your options: slam the door and flee, or accept your fate and face him head-on.

"No- I just... yeah, I was sleeping," you muttered, voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting down. Your brain betrayed you, and panic flared in a small, irrational wave. Did your breath stink? You couldn't remember brushing before bed... You hoped to God it hadn't.

Jungkook chuckled softly, a sound that somehow made your heart race and your embarrassment multiply.

"May I come in?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, the soft curve of his smile making your resolve weaken.

Straightening your posture, you hesitated, glancing at the mess behind you. Living room in chaos, dishes half-washed, clothes scattered... if he came in, he'd definitely judge you. Maybe even laugh at how... pathetic you looked right now.

"Y/N?" he called again, patience laced in his tone.

"Oh, yeah... sure..." you stammered, stepping aside as he entered. As soon as he did, his eyes swept across your apartment, noting the small disarray without judgment.

"Looks like you didn't have time to clean your room," he commented casually.

"I was just... too lazy," you mumbled, embarrassed yet trying to laugh it off.

"No... I get it. I know you've been tired," he said, that smile softening as he looked at you. "Managing uni and your part-time... it's difficult."

Your chest warmed at his words, the way he noticed things without needing them spelled out. Then, as if on cue, he held out a small plate. "I just made pancakes, and Hana helped. She wanted me to give them to you."

"Oh my God... that's so sweet of you both. Thank you!" You felt your cheeks heat up, suddenly aware of his presence so close, and the way he moved effortlessly through your apartment as though it were familiar. Jungkook placed the plate on your counter with a gentle smile, glancing around the clutter with an ease that didn't make you feel judged but only slightly self-conscious.

"Do you want me to help with cleaning?" he asked, tilting his head as his eyes swept the living room.

"Oh no, it's fine. I can do it," you said, forcing a small smile, though the exhaustion still clung to your movements. "You should go... I'm sure you have things to do."

Jungkook nodded, his smile warm but unreadable, before making his way toward the door. As soon as the click of the closing door echoed, you bolted to your bedroom, heart pounding.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, cheeks burning, hair sticking out in every direction. Shorts, an oversized shirt, no bra and Jungkook had just seen you like this. Your mind spiraled, imagining every possible thought he could have had, every little judgment you were sure he silently passed. You looked homeless. Messy. Embarrassingly real.

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It was a bright, breezy afternoon, the sun warm but not too harsh, and you were scrolling lazily on your phone when a familiar voice broke your quiet.

"Y/N! Wanna come out with us? Hana wants to go to the park," Jungkook called cheerfully from the doorway, Hana tugging at his hand with her usual excitement.

You blinked, sitting up. Your schedule was free, nothing planned, and honestly... the idea of spending time with Jungkook and Hana sounded pleasant. You smiled softly. "Yeah... I can go. Sounds fun."

Hana squealed immediately, clapping her little hands. "Yay! Let's go, Y/nie!" She bounced on her toes as Jungkook chuckled, picking up her little backpack and holding the door open for you.

The park was lively but not crowded. Children's laughter mingled with the rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. Hana immediately ran toward the playground, her giggles ringing out as she climbed the slide and swung herself on the swings. You followed behind, Jungkook walking beside you casually, his presence calm, familiar, yet somehow magnetic.

"Do you want to get ice cream?" he asked as Hana tugged at his hand again, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Sure!" you said, smiling, as he led the way to the small ice cream stand near the fountain. Hana jumped in front, pointing to a bright pink cone. "I want strawberry!"

Jungkook laughed, ruffling her hair lightly before handing her the ice cream. "Good choice," he said. Then he turned to you with that gentle smile. "What about you?"

You felt your pulse quicken, suddenly aware of the warm afternoon sun and the soft shadow of his presence beside you. "Chocolate... please," you murmured.

He bought both cones, handing yours over carefully. "Here, careful with the mess," he said, his voice calm and kind. Hana immediately took a big bite, sticky pink ice cream smudging the corners of her mouth, and you found yourself chuckling at how adorably earnest she was.

You brought your cone closer to your lips but couldn't resist sneaking glances at Jungkook as he helped Hana sit on a bench, wiping her hands carefully with a napkin. You noticed a small smear of ice cream near the corner of his lips and your heart skipped.

"Y/N, why are you staring?" His voice was casual, but the teasing edge made your pulse hammer.

You blushed, fumbling slightly. "Uh... you've got ice cream... right here," you said, pointing near the side of his lips.

Jungkook glanced down, trying to lick it off himself, but he couldn't quite reach the corner. "Huh... I can't get it," he muttered.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached forward with a finger, brushing it gently against the ice cream. "Here... I can help," you said softly, leaning just a little closer. His warm scent reached you, making your chest flutter. Carefully, you wiped the corner of his lips, your fingers lingering slightly more than necessary.

Without thinking, your finger brushed your own lips subtly as you licked it clean, hoping he didn't notice. Your heart raced, every simple motion magnified in significance, every smile of his sending a quiet thrill through you.

Hana, meanwhile, was oblivious to the tension, giggling as she squished the ice cream between her tiny fingers. "Y/nie, look! I made a snowman with my ice cream!" she exclaimed, holding up her sticky creation proudly.

Jungkook chuckled, crouching slightly to Hana's level. "That's amazing, Hana. You're so creative!" He gently tapped her little nose with a bit of the ice cream, making her squeal in delight.

You watched him interact with her, his calm patience and warmth pulling you in further. You found yourself unconsciously leaning a little closer when he laughed, your eyes lingering on his lips a moment too long, your chest tightening in a way that both thrilled and terrified you.

Hana squealed again, pointing at a squirrel scampering nearby, and Jungkook's attention immediately shifted to her, scooping her up gently as she wriggled happily in his arms. You stood there, ice cream forgotten for a moment, silently aware of how much you wanted to be nearer to him, to share those small, ordinary moments, even as he simply smiled and laughed at Hana's antics, entirely unaware of your feelings simmering quietly.

The afternoon stretched lazily, filled with laughter, sticky fingers, and the warmth of the sun and something unspoken, delicate, and growing between you and Jungkook, though he remained simply kind, friendly, and completely unaware of the silent pull you felt. --------

You stood there, heart pounding so loud it almost drowned out your thoughts. The air between you and Jungkook felt heavy thick with the weight of all the things you'd been holding back for too long. He looked at you with that same calm, kind expression he always had, unaware that every glance, every word, every smile had slowly consumed you.

"Mr. Jeon," you began, voice trembling slightly, "I've been feeling something for the past few days... no, longer than that. From the moment I met you, I-" you paused, breath hitching, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

Jungkook blinked, his brows furrowing as if he didn't quite hear it right. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp, startled.

"I know this is wrong," you whispered, trying to steady your voice, "but I love you. I really love you."

There was silence. His eyes widened, disbelief flashing through them. "Do you even know what you're saying, Y/N?" he said finally, his voice firm, but you could tell he was trying to stay calm.

"I do. I know exactly what I'm saying," you replied, stepping closer, trying to meet his eyes. "I love you."

He took a step back, his breath leaving him in a rush. "Y/N... I'm married. I have a family. You can't-" he stopped, his voice breaking slightly before it hardened again. "This is wrong. Completely wrong."

But your heart was louder than reason. "I know, but I can't help it!" you pleaded, eyes glossy. "I can take care of your daughter; I can even be your second wife if that's what it takes. I'm not asking you to leave your family. I just want a place in your heart. Please, Jungkook..."

Your voice cracked at the end as you reached for his hand, but he pulled away as if your touch burned him.

He stared at you, disbelief and anger flickering in his gaze. "You've lost your mind," he said under his breath, voice filled with something you couldn't bear to hear disgust. "I never thought you'd be capable of something like this."

"Jungkook, please-"

"No." His tone was final this time. He turned away, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled sharply. "I treated you with kindness, Y/N, but I never gave you any reason to feel this way. You've crossed a line." You could barely breathe. You wanted to reach out, to make him understand that your feelings were real, but before you could say another word, he turned his back to you.

"Jungkook, please don't go" you whispered, tears threatening to fall.

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"NO!" you scream, bolting upright in bed. The echo of your own voice bounces off the walls, your chest heaving as the remnants of the dream cling to your skin like a second layer. For a moment, you can't tell where you are, the thin veil between dream and reality still trembling. Your sheets are tangled around your legs, your palms damp, and your forehead slick with sweat. The air feels heavy, too still, as if the world itself has stopped to watch you crumble in confusion.

You bring a trembling hand to your lips, heart pounding. Did I really dream that?

Confessing to Jungkook, him? your neighbor of all people. The same Jungkook whose laughter drifts through the thin walls of your apartment when he plays with his daughter. The same man whose gentle voice always seems too kind, too warm.

You press your face into your hands, mortified. "God... what's wrong with me?" you whisper. The dream replays in flashes. Jungkook is married.

He has a wife who waits for him every evening, a daughter who calls his name with pure joy. You shouldn't even think about him that way. It's wrong, you know it's wrong yet your chest aches with something you can't name, something that feels dangerously close to longing.

You throw the blanket aside and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The morning light creeps through the curtains, faint and indifferent, brushing across your face as if mocking you for what your mind dared to conjure. You force yourself to breathe, to move, to forget.

"This is ridiculous," you mutter, stumbling toward the bathroom. The cold water hits your face, shocking you back to reality. You stare at your reflection in the mirror eyes wide, hair sticking to your temples and try to see the person who had that dream. But all you see is someone caught between guilt and something unspoken.

You need to stop this.

You make up your mind right then, you'll avoid him. No more helping his daughter with her drawings, no more lingering conversations at the gate, no more smiles that last a second too long. Whatever this strange feeling is, you'll bury it deep, where it can't find you again.

With a sigh, you grab your bag and step out the door, the morning breeze brushing against your skin like a quiet reminder. You have university to attend, a life to live and Jungkook to forget.

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You have been trying to focus on university, on work, on anything that doesn't have Jungkook's name attached to it. Your days have become a blur of lectures, deadlines, and late-night study sessions, all serving one purpose distraction. The door that was once always open for Hana, his bright-eyed daughter who used to run into your living room with her toys, now stays firmly shut.

Every time you hear her small knocks and that sweet little voice calling, "Unnie, can I come in?" your heart twists painfully. You'd force yourself to answer through the door, keeping your tone light, "I'm a bit busy right now, Hana. Maybe later, okay?"

And then silence followed by the sound of her tiny footsteps retreating down the hall.

You hate it. You hate how avoiding them feels like cutting off a piece of warmth from your life. But what choice do you have? Each time you see Jungkook his kind smile, the way he waves when you pass by, or that soft tone he uses when thanking you for helping Hana, you feel that uncomfortable pull inside your chest again.

You promised yourself, You won't fall for him.

So you hide behind excuses. Behind your books. Behind work.

Even when Jungkook knocks on your door in the evenings, holding a small box of sweets or a neatly packed dinner, you freeze in place. Sometimes, you wait in silence until the sound of his footsteps fade. And when you finally gather the courage to peek through the peephole, he's already gone leaving behind the food on your doorstep with a folded note.

"You've been working hard again, haven't you? Please don't skip dinner." - Jungkook

You stand there, the warmth from the neatly wrapped container seeping into your palms as you hold it, your chest tightening with guilt and something else you refuse to name. You don't even have the strength to return the gesture anymore.

Days pass this way him leaving food, Hana waving from a distance, you pretending not to see. It's as if you're watching your own life from behind a glass wall safe, detached, and unbearably lonely.

But even in your efforts to keep him away, Jungkook's presence lingers in the faint smell of his cooking that drifts through the corridor, in Hana's laughter echoing through the walls, and in the quiet ache that grows heavier every time you turn away and yet, you tell yourself again and again, This is for the best. Because no matter how much your heart betrays you, some lines were never meant to be crossed.

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The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement as you climb the stairs to your apartment, exhaustion weighing on every step. Your bag digs into your shoulder, and your fingers are stiff from hours spent typing and sorting files at your part-time job. You just want to collapse maybe take a long shower, maybe forget the world for a while.

As you reach your floor, a familiar voice calls out, warm and crackling with age. "Y/N, dear! You're back late again."

You turn to see Mrs. Kim, your elderly neighbor who lives two doors down. Her grey hair is tied neatly in a bun, and she's holding a small basket of fruits. She smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

"Working yourself too hard again, aren't you?" she says, her voice gentle, motherly. Before you can respond, she presses the basket into your hands. "Here, take these. Fresh apples and pears. You need to eat properly, child. You look tired."

You try to smile, your throat tightening at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you, Mrs. Kim... I'll make sure to eat them."

"Good girl." She pats your arm, her eyes soft with concern. "You remind me of my granddaughter. Always running around, trying to do everything alone. Don't forget to rest, hmm?" You nod, smiling faintly as she waves and shuffles away down the hall. For a brief moment, the air feels lighter until you turn toward your apartment door and see someone walking down the hallway.

Jungkook.

He's carrying a small paper bag in one hand, hair slightly tousled as if he just returned from an evening out. His steps are slow, relaxed but the moment his eyes meet yours, you feel the world stop for a heartbeat.

"Hey," he says softly, a small smile curving his lips. "It's been a while since I've seen you."

Your grip tightens on the basket. "Oh... yeah," you murmur, trying to sound casual, even as your pulse hammers in your ears.

He stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of his cologne warm, subtle, painfully familiar. "How have you been?" he asks, his tone carrying that same easy kindness that used to make you feel safe... and now only makes it harder to breathe.

"I've been... fine," you manage, eyes fixed on the floor.

He chuckles softly. "Hana's been asking about you, you know. She says you don't play with her anymore. She even tried to draw you a picture last week but said she didn't know when she'd get to give it to you."

The guilt slices through you cleanly. You force a small smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "I'm sorry. I've just been... busy. With work and university. I didn't mean to ignore her."

Jungkook studies your face for a moment, his expression unreadable something quiet, almost wistful, flickering in his gaze. Then he nods slowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I get it," he says softly. "You're working hard. Just... don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"

Before you can react, he lifts his hand gently, almost hesitantly and pats your head. The gesture is simple, but it makes your heart skip painfully. His touch lingers for just a second before he pulls back, stepping past you toward his door.

"Good night, Y/N," he says over his shoulder, voice calm and low.

You watch him go, the hallway lights casting a soft glow on his back as he disappears into his apartment. You're left standing there, clutching the fruit basket like it's the only thing holding you together. Your chest feels heavy, your throat tight. You tell yourself it's just exhaustion that's all. But deep down, you know the truth.

No matter how far you try to run, Jungkook's voice, his kindness, and that quiet warmth in his eyes keep finding their way back to you.

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The next morning arrives slow and quiet, the kind of weekend morning where sunlight filters lazily through the curtains, turning the air golden. For once, you don't have to rush anywhere. No lectures. No part-time job. No excuses. You're in the middle of washing the breakfast dishes when a soft knock echoes at your door.

"Unnie?"

That small, hopeful voice makes your chest tighten instantly. You wipe your hands on a towel and open the door to find Hana standing there her hair slightly messy, clutching a sketchbook in her arms. Her round eyes shine up at you, full of hesitation and hope.

"Can I come in?" she asks quietly, her lower lip jutting out in the faintest pout.

You hesitate only for a heartbeat before sighing softly and stepping aside. "Of course, Hana. Come in."

Her whole face lights up as she skips into your apartment, her laughter instantly filling the space that had felt so still these past few weeks. You find yourself smiling genuinely, maybe for the first time in a while. She spreads her sketchbook across your coffee table and shows you her latest drawings colorful scribbles of her family, her school, and even you.

"This one's you, unnie!" she says proudly, pointing to a figure with long hair and a pink dress.

You laugh softly. "It's beautiful, Hana. You're really good at this."

"Daddy said the same thing!" she giggles, eyes sparkling. "He said you used to help me color better than him, though."

The mention of Jungkook's name makes your stomach twist, but you try to push it away. The next few hours pass easily Hana drawing, you helping her cut paper stars and butterflies, the apartment filled with the sound of crayons scratching and little bursts of laughter. You'd almost forgotten how comforting it felt to have her around how warm and light everything seemed when she was near.

Time slips away unnoticed until the clock strikes four. You're helping Hana tie her shoelaces when there's a firm knock at your door. You freeze for a second. That knock steady, familiar sends your pulse racing before you even turn the handle.

When you open the door, Jungkook is standing there. He's dressed casually loose black hoodie, hair slightly messy but the sight of him still steals the air from your lungs.

"There you are," he says, relief softening his voice as his eyes find Hana behind you. "I was starting to think you'd run away or something, kiddo."

Hana giggles, darting past you to cling to his leg. "Daddy! I was playing with Y/N unnie! We made stars!"

Jungkook smiles, crouching down to smooth her hair. "Ah, so that's where you were hiding. You should've told me, sweetheart. I didn't want to bother Y/N."

You shake your head quickly, forcing a polite smile. "She wasn't bothering me. I... actually had fun."

His gaze shifts to you then calm, steady, but there's something else beneath it. Something that makes your heart stumble. "It's nice to see you both laughing again," he says quietly. "Feels like it's been forever."

You look away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah... I guess it has."

He studies you for a moment longer eyes soft but unreadable before he nods. "Thank you for spending time with her. I know you've been busy."

"It's nothing," you murmur. "She's... she's a sweet kid."

"I know," he says with a faint smile, resting a hand on Hana's shoulder. "Anyway, I'll get her out of your hair. You probably want to rest."

You shake your head again. "It's fine." As he turns to leave, Hana waves at you cheerfully. "Bye, unnie! I'll come again tomorrow!"

You smile faintly, waving back. "Okay. I'll be here."

Just before Jungkook turns the corner, he glances back once more his expression softer than you've seen in a long time. "You should smile like that more often, Y/N," he says quietly. "It suits you."

And before you can think of anything to say, he's gone walking down the hall with Hana's tiny hand tucked into his. You close the door slowly, your heart fluttering in that same, dangerous rhythm you swore you'd forgotten. The apartment feels too quiet again, the laughter fading into the walls.

You rest your back against the door, staring at the ceiling as your fingers brush the small paper star Hana left on your table. It's simple uneven edges, a little wrinkled but somehow, it feels like it carries everything you're trying so hard not to feel and as the sunlight fades from your window, you can't help but wonder if staying away from them was ever truly possible.

------

The following weekend feels quieter than usual. Hana insists you join her and Jungkook for a small picnic in front of their apartment building. You hesitate at first, but her pleading eyes and infectious grin make it impossible to refuse. So now you're sitting on a soft blanket under the fading afternoon sun. Hana's tiny hands are sticky with juice as she munches on cut fruit, while Jungkook sits across from you, sleeves rolled up, laughing softly at his daughter's endless stories.

It feels normal. Warm. Easy in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

"So," Jungkook says, leaning back on his palms. "How's university going? Still keeping yourself too busy to rest?"

You smile, rolling your eyes. "Someone has to work hard. Not all of us get to nap in the afternoon like Hana's dad."

He gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended. "Hey, I don't nap- I just rest my eyes."

You laugh, the sound surprising you. You hadn't realized how much you'd missed this the banter, the comfort, the way he always made everything feel lighter.

The afternoon drifts on with easy conversation and Hana's chatter filling the pauses. She eventually dozes off between you two, her small head resting on your lap, one hand still clutching a half-eaten piece of bread.

You gently brush her hair from her face, smiling softly. "She's out cold."

Jungkook leans closer to check on her, his shoulder brushing yours. The contact sends a spark up your arm subtle, yet impossible to ignore. You glance at him, intending to move away, but he looks up at the same moment. For a second, your eyes meet. The world seems to blur around that single moment the soft wind, the sun dipping low, his gaze too close, too gentle.

You realize, too late, that you've leaned in slightly. That your breath has hitched. That Hana's head is the only thing keeping you from moving closer and then a sharp voice cuts through the still air.

"Jungkook."

You both flinch.

Standing a few steps away is Min-seo, Jungkook's wife. Her expression is composed, but her eyes are cold, distant. She takes in the scene before her Hana asleep, your hand still hovering near her hair, Jungkook leaning too close.

It looks wrong.

You open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. Jungkook quickly sits up straighter, guilt flashing across his face as he murmurs, "Min-seo, it's not what it looks like-"

"I see," she interrupts quietly, her voice clipped, polite in that dangerous way only anger can be. "You seem... comfortable."

The silence that follows is unbearable. Hana stirs in her sleep, and you slowly lift her head from your lap, gently setting her on the blanket. Your hands tremble slightly.

"I should go," you whisper, avoiding both their eyes. "It's getting late."

"Y/N-" Jungkook starts, but you're already standing, brushing invisible dust off your clothes, forcing a shaky smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

"It's fine," you say softly. "Good night, Jungkook. Bye, Min-seo." You turn and walk away quickly, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else.

Behind you, you hear Min-seo's voice again low, calm, but edged with something sharp. "She seems very close to you."

And that's the last thing you hear before you disappear into the building, the evening air pressing heavy against your chest. When you close your apartment door, your reflection in the dark glass looks like someone else, someone caught between guilt and longing, both too afraid and too late to understand what's happening.

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That evening, the quiet of your apartment feels heavier than usual. Through the thin wall you can hear muffled voices not clear, but sharp enough that you know it's coming from Jungkook's home. Min-seo's tone is controlled at first, then rising, her words edged with something brittle.

"I come home early one day and see you sitting there, laughing with her like you don't have a family waiting inside!"

Jungkook's reply is lower, rough around the edges. "It wasn't like that, Min-seo. She was just spending time with Hana. You're twisting it."

"Am I?" she snaps back. "You never used to talk about her, and now Hana can't stop mentioning her name! You don't even notice how it looks, do you?"

The sound of something a chair, maybe scrapes against the floor. Then silence. You stand frozen near your window, heart hammering, feeling like an intruder in something you never meant to be part of. You tell yourself to turn away, to stop listening, but you can't. Every word feels like it's pressing directly against your chest.

"Min-seo," Jungkook says after a long pause, his voice softer. "You're being unfair. Y/N's a good person. She's been helping Hana because she cares, not because of me."

"Maybe," Min-seo answers, her voice trembling now. "But it's you who doesn't see the line anymore."

The door slams. The sound makes you flinch. Then, quiet again. A few minutes later, you hear light footsteps down the hall. You know before he knocks.

You open the door just as Jungkook raises his hand to do the same. He looks tired dark circles under his eyes, expression drawn tight. "Sorry," he says quickly, voice low. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to make sure... this doesn't make things awkward."

You shake your head, though your pulse won't settle. "It's fine. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I should've been more careful-"

He cuts you off gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N." His eyes hold yours steady, but weary. "Min-seo just... she worries. I'll handle it."

You nod, but inside, something uneasy stirs. You want to believe him, want to pretend that the argument didn't happen, that the look Min-seo gave you wasn't full of quiet accusation.

After he leaves, you linger by the door for a long time. Your reflection in the glass looks pale, restless. You tell yourself to stop thinking about him about his tired eyes, his voice, the way he defended you but the thought of him keeps circling back like a tide that won't pull away.

Your friends would call it a crush. You know better. It isn't love, not exactly. It's something quieter, sadder the way loneliness finds a home in the wrong places. You lie awake long after midnight, hearing the faint sound of a door closing somewhere down the hall, and wonder if Jungkook is awake too wondering about you.

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You've been overthinking again.

About him. About that day. About the fight you were never meant to hear.

No matter how hard you try, Jungkook keeps slipping into your thoughts uninvited, unavoidable. He lingers in the small moments of your day: the quiet hum of the elevator, the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the faint laughter of Hana somewhere below. Every reminder pulls at a thread you're desperate to cut.

You've told yourself again and again that it means nothing that what you feel is just confusion, attachment, guilt tangled up into something that only feels like more. But the lie is beginning to unravel. You see him everywhere. When you leave for university, when you return from work, he's there sometimes at the stairs, sometimes in the corridor, sometimes stepping out of the elevator just as you walk in.

He doesn't speak much now. Just a brief glance, a small nod, and that faint, polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Then he's gone again walking past you like a stranger who happens to share the same building and that hurts more than you expected.

Because you remember a different Jungkook, the one who used to laugh with you over the smallest things, who'd tease you gently for working too hard, who always looked soft despite the tattoos that lined his arms. That warmth, that easy comfort, has vanished, leaving behind a quiet that feels too cold to bear.

You try to convince yourself it's for the best. That distance is safer. Cleaner. Easier. But every time you catch that flicker of hesitation in his eyes the almost-smile that fades before it begins your chest tightens with something sharp and unspoken.

Then there's Hana. She doesn't come by anymore. No soft knocks on your door. No drawings slipped under it. When you pass her on the stairs, she looks away. Her little hand tightens around her mother's as if afraid to even wave.

And Min-seo, she doesn't need to say a word. The coldness in her gaze is enough. Her once-courteous nods have turned into silence, and the air between you feels heavier every time your paths cross.

You tell yourself you understand. That she's protecting what's hers, that you were the one who blurred the lines first, even if unintentionally.

But understanding doesn't make it hurt any less. You bury yourself in work and studies, pretending not to notice the ache that follows you home. You read, you write, you scroll through your phone trying to distract yourself, but the moment your mind quiets, his voice echoes again.

The memory of him calling your name. The way he'd said, "You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N." You close your eyes and wish you could believe that. Because lately, even when you tell yourself to forget him, your heart refuses to listen.

------

Jimin had been watching you carefully for days now. The sighs. The way your gaze would drift to nowhere in particular. The way your fingers fidgeted against your notebook at work, or how you'd forget what someone had just said to you.

He'd catch you staring blankly at the wall some afternoons, shoulders slumped, lips pressed together like you were holding back something you didn't dare say aloud.

Every time he asked, "What's wrong?" you'd force a smile and murmur, "Nothing." But he wasn't fooled.

Jimin let himself into your apartment, two six-packs of beer swinging from his hand. "I'm here to save you from yourself," he announced, dropping the bag onto your kitchen counter. "You've been operating at about 30% efficiency for a week, and I'm pretty sure you tried to staple your own hand to a memo this morning. You need a break. I brought beer and company."

You mentally rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small, genuine smile that tugged at your lips. He was right. You needed this. "Fine, Park Jimin," you sighed, grabbing two glasses. "Don't say I didn't warn you if I get maudlin."

A few hours and several beers later, the atmosphere in your living room was warm, hazy, and thick with unspoken feelings. You were definitely drunk, the room swaying just slightly, and the usual tight knot in your chest had loosened into a dull ache. Jimin, while clearly tipsy, was attentive and focused entirely on you.

"Seriously, though, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft, resting his chin on his knees as he watched you. "What's going on? You keep looking like you've lost your best friend. Talk to me."

You shook your head, staring into your glass. You'd spent so long pretending it was nothing, you didn't know how to start. The silence stretched until a sob escaped you, wet and unexpected. Tears suddenly spilled over, hot and immediate.

Jimin was instantly beside you, gathering you into a warm, strong embrace. You clung to him, burying your face in his shirt. You didn't talk, you just cried, letting the deep, soul-shattering sadness wash over you.

When your tears finally subsided, you pulled back just enough to look at him, your vision blurry. "I can't do this anymore, Jiminie," you choked out, your voice a fragile whisper. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning your forehead against his chest again. "I just... I want to forget him."

The statement hung in the air, heavy and loaded. Jimin's arms tightened around you. He didn't know who "him" was, but he didn't need to. He just knew someone had hurt you, someone you clearly loved, and that thought ignited a protective, burning anger in his chest.

"Hey," he said, gently tipping your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. His eyes were sincere and slightly clouded with drink, but utterly earnest. "Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you. Look at you. You're kind, you're smart, you make everyone around you better. You don't deserve this kind of pain."

He brushed a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb, and the touch sent a curious warmth through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was the physical proof of his care, of the feelings he'd been holding onto for you for months.

"You said you want to forget him?" he asked, his voice low, his face inches from yours. You nodded mutely, still aching.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, a daring, desperate light flickering in his eyes. "Let me give you something else to think about. I can make you forget him, just for tonight. I can give you a moment where you only think about me."

The vulnerability and yearning in his expression was impossible to ignore. You knew what he was offering a distraction, a way out of your own head, and a path into something you knew was always simmering between you two. In your drunk, broken state, you didn't have the strength to resist him, or the wisdom to deny yourself this small, fleeting comfort.

"Jimin..." you breathed out, the name a sigh of acceptance.

He didn't wait. He closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tentative and consuming. It was clumsy and soft from the beer, but held a rush of built-up tension and genuine affection. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him, and for the first time all night, the image of the person who broke your heart finally started to fade at the edges.

He gently shifted, guiding you both off the sofa and toward the hallway, a trail of discarded clothes and promises left behind in the dim living room. There was only Jimin, and the sweet, comforting reality of his arms around you, keeping the darkness at bay.

------

When sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, Jimin was already awake. You were still asleep beside him, face relaxed and peaceful for the first time in days. The faint rise and fall of your chest made him smile. He didn't want to wake you, not when you finally looked at peace after weeks of exhaustion and hidden tears.

Quietly, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering just a second longer than he meant it to. "Sleep well," he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He slid out of bed carefully, making sure not to disturb you, and padded toward the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he scanned the shelves, nearly empty. A carton of milk, half a lemon, and a few packets of instant noodles. He sighed softly and chuckled to himself.

"Of course. Nothing to work with," he murmured.

After a quick thought, he grabbed his keys and quietly stepped out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. The hallway was calm and still, morning light streaming through the narrow windows. He decided to grab a few things from the nearby store maybe some eggs, bread, and coffee. Something simple, something warm.

When he returned a few minutes later, paper bags in hand, he noticed a man walking just a few steps ahead of him tall, broad shoulders, sleeves pushed up to reveal tattoos winding across his arms. He was carrying a small basket of milk and breakfast items, probably for his family.

Jimin smiled faintly to himself. Family man, he thought. Must be nice. But as he approached his door, your door he realized something that made him pause. The man wasn't walking past. He was standing right there, next to your apartment. Unlocking the one just beside it.

Jimin slowed, glancing briefly at him.

The man, Jungkook looked up at that exact moment. Their eyes met. For a second, neither said a word. Jungkook's expression was unreadable, calm but sharp, his gaze flicking briefly toward Jimin's neck where a faint mark, barely visible but unmistakable, showed beneath the collar of his shirt.

Recognition flashed in Jungkook's eyes. Then a pause. Then something else.

"You..." Jungkook began, his tone steady but low. "You must be Y/N's boyfriend, right?" Jimin froze for half a heartbeat, caught off guard.

Then he laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks tinting pink. "Uh- yeah," he said after a second. "Yeah, I am."

It wasn't true, not yet. But saying it out loud made his heart race in a way that surprised even him. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was hope. Jungkook just nodded once, expression unreadable. "Nice to meet you," he said curtly before turning and disappearing into his apartment.

The air felt strange for a moment heavy, uncertain. Jimin stood there, watching the door close behind him, a small crease forming between his brows. "Weird," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he turned back toward your door. He unlocked it quietly, stepping inside with the groceries. The faint sound of your breathing filled the still apartment, and his expression softened again.

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Inside his apartment, the familiar hum of the morning filled the air, the faint sound of the coffee machine, Hana's soft humming as she drew on the floor, and Min-seo flipping through a magazine at the dining table. But Jungkook barely heard any of it. He closed the door behind him, resting his hand on the doorknob a moment longer than needed. His heartbeat was loud, too loud echoing in his chest like it didn't belong to him.

Y/N's boyfriend.

The words kept circling in his mind, sharp and heavy, as if they carried more weight than they should have. He didn't know why he asked. He didn't even know why it mattered. He set the groceries down on the kitchen counter, trying to steady his breathing. "I got the milk and bread," he said, forcing his voice to sound normal.

Min-seo barely looked up. "Hmm," she hummed nonchalantly, flipping a page. "Leave it there."

Hana looked up instead, smiling. "Daddy, can I make toast?"

Jungkook turned to her and smiled or tried to. "Yeah, sure, kiddo. Just be careful, okay?" But his mind wasn't there.

It was next door. He could still picture it, Jimin standing in front of your door, groceries in hand, that faint smile on his lips. The way he said "yeah, I am" so casually, so sure. It shouldn't have bothered him. You were free to do whatever you wanted. He knew that.

But something about it, about the thought of someone else being there with you, someone else making you breakfast, someone else seeing that soft side of you that he used to see, made his stomach twist painfully. He poured himself a cup of coffee, staring blankly into the dark liquid as Min-seo's voice cut through the silence.

"You're quiet," she said flatly. "Something wrong?"

Jungkook looked up. "No. Just... tired." Her eyes lingered on him for a second longer than usual. "You've been saying that a lot lately."

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The sunlight was a glaring, unwelcome intrusion. You groaned, your head registering a dull, pulsing throb that confirmed the success of last night's mission to get thoroughly drunk. The first thing you noticed was the pleasant, unfamiliar scent of roasted coffee and cooking butter. The second thing you noticed was the distinct lack of a warm, heavy body beside you.

You opened your eyes. You were tangled in your blankets, wearing what you vaguely recognized as one of Jimin's soft, oversized t-shirts. The memories of the previous night the tears, the whispered confession about wanting to forget someone, and the blurring, intimate tenderness with Jimin, rushed back in a mortifying wave.

You slowly sat up, trying to gather your dignity. You needed to face him, but the shame was a palpable, heavy weight. You looked around, found your clothes balled up near the end of the bed, and quickly dressed in something more appropriate than a borrowed shirt.

You took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Jimin was standing at the stove, looking unfairly put-together despite the circumstances. He was wearing the same jeans as last night, but had found your apron and was humming softly, expertly flipping pancakes.

He glanced over his shoulder, and his face broke into a genuine, bright smile. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice easy and warm, utterly devoid of awkwardness or judgment. "Just in time. Everything smells better after coffee."

You leaned against the doorframe, still feeling heat creep up your neck. "Jimin, about last night-" you started, your voice barely a whisper.

He turned off the heat and walked over to you, gently taking your hand. "Shhh," he said softly, giving your knuckles a reassuring squeeze. He looked you straight in the eye, his expression sincere. "Don't apologize. Not even a little bit."

He let go of your hand and gestured toward the counter. "Look. There's a lot going on in your head right now, I know that. But here's what you need to focus on: I'm making pancakes, and they are excellent. We're going to eat, we're going to hydrate, and we're going to figure out your coffee order."

He nudged you toward the table, which he had already set for two. "Nothing happened that you have to be ashamed of," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly. "It was... good. And I wanted it, Y/N. I really did. So, let's just be present for the pancakes, okay?" The sincerity and sheer normality of his demeanor instantly melted some of the ice around your embarrassment. He was treating this not as a shameful mistake, but as a lovely, albeit tipsy, event. --------

The door clicked softly behind Jimin as he left, his hand raised in a lazy wave. "Text me if you need anything, yeah?" he called over his shoulder, his grin light and warm.

You smiled faintly, nodding. "Yeah, I will."

For a moment, you just stood there in the hallway, watching him walk away, his figure fading into the soft morning light at the end of the corridor. The quiet that followed felt strange, too still after his laughter had filled your apartment all morning. You were about to turn back inside when you froze.

Jungkook was there.

Standing just a few feet away, his expression unreadable. He must've come out of his apartment just moments ago or maybe he had been there for a while. You couldn't tell. Your heart skipped painfully, a wave of surprise flooding through you. "J-Jungkook- I didn't see you there."

He tilted his head slightly, lips curving into a faint, almost polite smile. "It's nice seeing you," he said, his tone calm but edged with something you couldn't quite name. "Along with your boyfriend."

The word hit you like a stone.

"He-" you started, shaking your head, "he's not my-"

But Jungkook cut you off, his voice smooth, almost too casual. "But it would be nice if you both kept it down next time," he said, his gaze steady, unflinching. "These walls aren't soundproof."

For a moment, you couldn't even process what he meant. You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks. "I- I'm sorry," you managed, voice small, unsure.

He let out a short laugh not mocking, but distant, cold in a way you hadn't heard from him before. "It's fine," he said, eyes softening but not quite warm. "That's how couples are. Young and wild love. I understand. You don't need to be sorry."

You stared at him, words caught in your throat. There was a tightness in your chest you couldn't describe a strange ache that burned and stung all at once.

You wanted to tell him he was wrong. That Jimin wasn't your boyfriend. That nothing happened. That the only person who made your heart twist like this was him.

But you couldn't say any of it. You just stood there frozen, small, feeling the distance in his eyes like a wall you could never climb. He gave you one last look before turning away, his voice low. "Have a good day, Y/N." And then he was gone. You stood there long after he'd disappeared inside his apartment, the echo of his words replaying in your head. Young and wild love.

Jungkook had noticed the subtle shift before he could even name it. Min-Seo's distance.

At first, he thought it was work long hours, late nights, stress he could only imagine. But now it had become undeniable. She didn't give him the warmth she once had. She barely spoke at dinner, and when she did, her words were clipped, measured, almost indifferent.

Hana was starting to feel it too. Her bright little smile dimmed when her mother was late again, the excuses piling up into hollow routines. Dinner was eaten in silence, homework left untouched, and bedtime stories reduced to a hurried "goodnight" before Min-Seo disappeared behind her bedroom door.

Jungkook tried, as he always did.

"Min-Seo," he began one evening, the soft glow of the kitchen light illuminating the tension in his shoulders, "can we talk?"

She barely glanced up from her phone. "About what?"

"About... us," he said carefully. "Hana misses you. I miss you. You've been distant. I just want to know why."

Her eyes flicked toward him briefly sharp, guarded, and then gone. "I'm tired, Jungkook. I don't owe you explanations every time I come home late."

"Late? Drunk again?" he asked, voice low but steady. "This isn't just about work. You've barely been here, and Hana-"

"She'll survive," she interrupted, standing. Her movement was abrupt, final. "You act like everything's my fault. Maybe you should focus more on how you spend your time."

He froze, heart tightening at the bitterness in her voice. "How I spend my time?"

"Yes," she snapped, suddenly fierce, her nails gripping the edge of the counter. "Like how you spend time with her. With the neighbor. Always hanging around her, always smiling at her, always..."

"Min-Seo!" Jungkook's voice rose sharply, a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "That has nothing to do with her. You're twisting it. I love you- I love you. Y/N doesn't matter. She's a neighbor. That's all."

She laughed a sharp, hollow sound that cut through the room like glass. "Don't lie to me. Don't act like you don't enjoy her company. You've been more attentive to her than to me lately. And Hana notices it too, you know. She talks about her all the time, and you just encourage it."

Jungkook ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, fighting the rising anger and guilt. "I didn't encourage it. Hana asked, and I said yes because it makes her happy. Nothing more. I've never wanted... I've never looked at her that way. She's a kid, Min-Seo. You're the one I love."

Her eyes blazed now, a mixture of hurt and fury. "You think saying that makes it okay? That I should just trust you blindly? You think your excuses erase the way you act around her?"

Hana, standing quietly behind the doorway, peeked in. Her small voice trembled as she asked, "Mommy, are you and Appa fighting?"

Jungkook's heart twisted painfully. He knelt down to her, brushing her hair back gently. "No, Hana. Nothing like that, okay? Mommy's just tired, that's all."

Min-Seo didn't soften. Her jaw tightened, and she turned toward the door. "I need space. Maybe some time to think. I can't-"

"You can't what?" Jungkook demanded, standing now, voice sharp but controlled. "Ignore your family because you're angry at me? At me for being a father, a husband, for trying to keep things normal?"

She didn't answer. She just left. Jungkook closed the door behind her and sank against the wall, head in his hands. His chest felt tight, heavy with frustration, helplessness, and a creeping sense of guilt he didn't deserve.

Hana came over, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. "Appa... she's mad at you."

"I know, kiddo," he murmured, holding her close. "I know. But I promise... I'm not going anywhere. And I'll make sure you're okay."

Yet as he rocked her gently, the echo of Min-Seo's words lingered. Always smiling at her. Always encouraging her. Jungkook couldn't shake the thought. He wanted to scream, to beg, to explain, but every word seemed useless. Min-Seo's jealousy her fear, her anger had built a wall he didn't know how to climb.

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It was late, later than usual when you heard the soft knock at your door.

You opened it and froze. Jungkook was standing there, his expression tight with worry, Hana clinging to his hand. Her small face looked up at him with a mixture of hope and confusion.

"Y/N," he said quickly, voice low but urgent. "Can you... take care of Hana for a while? I need to go look for Min-Seo."

You blinked, heart stuttering. "Huh? Wait... what do you mean?"

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and anxiety mixing in the sharp lines of his face. "She hasn't come home. I've tried calling, and I've checked her usual places. She's... she's not answering. I need to find her, and Hana can't stay out there all night waiting."

Your chest tightened, a strange twist of jealousy tightening along with concern. 'So he's leaving his daughter with me, so he can go find his wife? ' The thought dug uncomfortably at your stomach, even as you forced yourself to nod.

"Of course," you said softly, voice almost trembling. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

Hana clung to your side immediately, like she already knew this was her safe place. You smiled weakly, ruffling her hair, but your mind kept racing. 'He's going to pick her up, and... and maybe they'll have a date. They'll go out, laugh, maybe... together.'

You shook your head, pushing the thought down. You couldn't think like that. But your heart betrayed you, twisting tight at the idea of him enjoying himself while you were left behind.

Jungkook crouched down, brushing a strand of hair from Hana's face. "Thank you," he said softly. His eyes flicked to yours for a brief second, but you caught a flicker of something in them worry, pure and unmasked.

And then he was gone, leaving you alone with Hana.

You tried to busy yourself reading, letting her play with her toys, offering snacks but the thought of Jungkook out there, somewhere searching for Min-Seo, kept gnawing at your mind. 'And she's probably laughing at him somewhere, and... and he's...'

You pushed the thought away again, focusing on Hana, who eventually grew tired. She yawned, her small body curling up under your blanket, eyes drooping. You let her sleep, not wanting to wake her. She couldn't stay awake all night waiting for her parents.

You watched her for a long moment, your chest tightening again not because of the worry for her, but because of the quiet apartment, empty except for you and her. You couldn't stop picturing Jungkook leaving you there like this so he could be with Min-Seo.

Is that really it? you thought, biting your lip. Or is something else going on?

The image of his worried eyes as he left flashed in your mind again so different from what you imagined. It wasn't excitement or anticipation. It was concern, pure and raw.

But that didn't stop the jealousy from creeping in. You hugged the blanket around Hana a little tighter, your thoughts twisting in a way you didn't want to admit.

'He's out there looking for her and I'm here, stuck watching his daughter sleep. I shouldn't care, but... why does it hurt like this?'

Hours passed. You heard the faint sounds of the city outside, distant traffic, occasional footsteps in the corridor. You checked the clock repeatedly, each minute stretching longer than the last.

When the door finally clicked open again, you looked up to see Jungkook standing there, relief and exhaustion etched into his face. Hana stirred slightly but didn't wake, still curled up in your arms.

His gaze immediately found yours. It wasn't the look of a man enjoying a night out with his wife. It wasn't playful, it wasn't casual. It was worry, deep and consuming, the kind that made your chest twist and ache in ways you weren't ready to admit.

You swallowed, realizing in that instant that your jealousy irrational as it felt wasn't about dates or fun. It was about him, about the way he moved through the world, the way he cared, the way he still belonged somewhere you weren't allowed to touch.

And even though Hana slept quietly in your arms, even though the night had passed in silence, your heart refused to let go.

Because Jungkook, that man you'd dreamed about, the one you shouldn't want had just reminded you, in the smallest, quietest way, that he wasn't yours.

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Jungkook sank into the couch, Hana curled up quietly on the other side of the room, still asleep. His shoulders slumped, exhaustion and worry etched into the lines of his face.

"I went everywhere," he murmured, voice low, almost broken. "I went to her workplace, her friends' places... I even checked the streets near the park. I don't know where she is, Y/N. I- I can't find her anywhere."

You watched him carefully, hiding the pulse of satisfaction that twitched behind your chest. His panic, the raw fear in his voice, made your heart thrum in ways you couldn't name.

"Maybe..." you said softly, tilting your head, pretending to hesitate. "maybe she's just... out there somewhere, doing something she wants. She's been distant lately, hasn't she?"

Jungkook's head shot up, eyes sharp and glimmering with worry. "Distant? You mean... she's been avoiding me? That's- that's nothing. Min-Seo... she loves me. She can't do this... she can't just disappear like this. She wouldn't-"

You let your voice drop to a whisper, almost conspiratorial, leaning slightly closer to him. "But she has been distant, hasn't she? Maybe... maybe she's seeing someone else."

His brow furrowed, panic threatening to override his calm. "No," he said quickly, a desperate edge creeping into his tone. "No, she wouldn't do that. Min-Seo... she loves me. She can't- she wouldn't cheat on me."

You bit your lip, tilting your head as though considering his words. Your mind raced, each thought sharper than the last, darkly pleased at the effect you were having. 'She's not the one he's supposed to care about. I am.'

Internally, you whispered to yourself, 'He can't see it. He can't see that I love him too... why can't he see me?'

You reached out slowly, your hand brushing his, hesitating just a second before grasping it firmly. His eyes flicked down at your hand, tension visible in the way his fingers twitched.

"I know the truth hurts," you said softly, your voice honeyed, almost tender. "But we- we aren't sure where she is. Or if she's... cheating on you."

You let your eyes meet his, letting the words hang there, tasting the panic and confusion that shimmered behind them.

"I just..." you continued, letting your voice soften, almost comforting. "I just hope she's fine. And comes back to you."

Jungkook's grip tightened slightly on your hand, and you felt it, the small quiver in his body, the raw emotion he couldn't mask and even as you said it, your mind twisted the scene in ways he couldn't see. You were the one here, calm, steady, "caring" while he panicked over a wife who was distant and mysterious. You were the one giving him comfort and yet, planting seeds of doubt.

His eyes searched yours for answers, but you didn't give them. Instead, you just held his hand a little longer, letting him lean on you letting him depend on you while thinking about someone else.

And deep down, you smiled quietly to yourself. Because he was yours, whether he knew it or not.

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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft rise and fall of Hana's breathing. Her small body was curled beneath the blanket, peaceful and completely unaware of the tension hanging in the air.

"You should sleep here tonight," you said softly, glancing at Jungkook. "Hana's already asleep... you'll rest better if you stay."

He hesitated, eyes flicking toward the sleeping child, his mind clearly racing. "I... okay," he said finally, his voice low. The exhaustion etched into his features was unmistakable worry, tension, and too many thoughts crowding his head.

You nodded silently, letting him make his way to the couch. He moved carefully, like he didn't want to disturb the fragile peace of the room. You watched him settle, the familiar line of his body softened in slumber, and then turned toward Hana, settling back beside her as she shifted slightly and murmured in her sleep. You let the night stretch out quietly, the soft hum of the city beyond your window filling the apartment.

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Morning arrived slowly. Light spilled into the room, warm and golden, brushing across the furniture and illuminating the quiet apartment.

You stirred first, blinking sleepily and stretching. But your attention was immediately drawn to the couch.

Jungkook was there. Curled up, body slightly twisted, his arm tucked under his head. His expression, even in sleep, was tight, almost guarded a faint frown lingering between his brows, evidence of a restless night.

Something inside you stirred a spark of something you couldn't name, excitement mixed with longing, a twist in your chest that made your heartbeat quicken. You found yourself unable to look away.

Carefully, you leaned closer, drawn to the curve of his jaw, the slight furrow of worry in his face. Your fingers lifted slowly, brushing gently against his cheek. The skin was warm, soft beneath your touch.

Then, almost instinctively, you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose.

A soft stir, a quiet murmur escaped his lips, and he shifted slightly.

Your heart jumped. Panic hit in an instant. You straightened immediately, stepping back as if the contact had been nothing, though the heat thrumming through your chest told you otherwise.

Jungkook blinked, slowly coming awake. His eyes, tired and slightly dull, met yours. There was a softness there, yes, but also exhaustion a weight you could almost see pressing down on him.

"Good morning," you said, your voice quieter than usual, catching slightly at the edge.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and murmured back, "Good morning." His voice was low, rough from sleep. But the dull look in his eyes, the tension still lingering in the set of his shoulders made your chest ache in ways you couldn't name.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were, how intimate the apartment felt in that quiet morning light. Hana remained asleep, oblivious to the tension, while you and Jungkook shared a moment that felt fragile, electric, and impossible to define.

Even as he adjusted himself on the couch, preparing to fully wake, you couldn't tear your eyes away. Something in you buzzed, a dark thrill under your ribs, as you realized just how much this him, his presence, the exhaustion he couldn't hide had already rooted itself inside you.

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Jungkook gathered Hana in his arms, her small head resting against his chest, still drowsy from her long night. She murmured softly, half-asleep, and you felt a pang of something, jealousy, perhaps, and longing, curling tight in your chest.

"Are you taking her back?" you asked softly, your voice barely hiding the tremor in it.

He paused at the door, adjusting Hana so she wouldn't wake. "Yeah... she needs her routine," he murmured, rubbing her back gently.

Your fingers twitched, itching to reach out, to offer, to keep him here. "I can make breakfast... for both of you. You could stay. You wouldn't be bothering me."

He shook his head quickly, a faint, apologetic smile tugging at his lips. "I can't... You've already done so much. I don't want to bother you. Hana and I will go."

Your chest constricted. But then a spark of something dark, thrilling, and dangerous flickered in your mind. 'This is it. This is my chance. My sign. This time, I won't back off.'

You watched him walk out, holding Hana close. Your fingers curled slightly around the edge of the doorframe, as if you were physically holding onto him, your thoughts spinning. 'He's mine... if I want him, he'll stay. He has no idea how much I want him.'

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As Jungkook stepped into the corridor, his steps slowed. And there she was. Min-Seo, standing at her door, arms crossed, eyes sharp and cold as she looked at him. The sight of her made the muscles in his jaw tighten.

"Where... where have you been?" he asked, concern heavy in his voice. "I've been worried."

Her lips curved in a harsh, dismissive smirk. "That's none of your business," she snapped. "And what exactly were you doing in her home?"

His chest tightened, hesitation flickering across his face. "Hana... she was asleep there, and-"

He stopped. How could he possibly explain the truth? That he had slept there, in your apartment, because you had insisted and Hana had needed him? That he had spent the night so close to you? His throat tightened; words failed him. He just shook his head slowly, eyes apologetic.

Min-Seo's gaze sharpened further, and she shook her head in frustration. "You spent the night with her, seeing I wasn't there. Not just you... but Hana along with you."

His shoulders stiffened. "It's not what you think," he said quietly, but firm. "I... Hana was asleep, and I didn't want her to wake up alone. That's all."

She took a step toward him, eyes narrowing. "Don't lie to me, Jungkook. I can see it. You stayed there, and you-" Her voice faltered just slightly, but her tone remained sharp. "You didn't think about me at all, did you?"

He opened his mouth to argue, to explain, but she turned sharply and walked inside, slamming the door behind her. The echo bounced down the hallway like a judge's gavel.

Jungkook stood frozen, Hana still in his arms, the weight of her accusation and her anger pressing on his chest. His heart was twisting, tangled between worry, frustration, and the unspoken truth he couldn't tell that his actions had been innocent, necessary even, yet they had only fed Min-Seo's suspicions.

------

The apartment felt smaller somehow, as if the walls themselves were closing in on the two of them.

Jungkook's hands were clenched at his sides, jaw tight. "Where were you, Min-seo? You didn't answer your phone, you didn't come home... Hana and I were worried sick!" His voice trembled slightly, a mix of anger and fear.

Min-Seo's eyes were cold, distant, like daggers slicing through the air. She didn't answer immediately, and the silence between them stretched, sharp and suffocating.

"I asked you a question!" Jungkook's voice rose, cracking with frustration. "Where were you?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why do you even care?" she shot back, her tone cutting, venomous. "It's not like it's any of your business."

He took a step closer, the desperation in his movements obvious. "It is my business! You're my wife! Hana's mother! Don't you see how worried I've been? How she's been waiting for you?"

Min-Seo shook her head sharply, her hair falling into her face as she turned away slightly, refusing to meet his eyes. "You're so pathetic sometimes," she spat. "Always so... obsessed. Always hovering over her, over Y/N. Maybe if you paid attention to me for once, I wouldn't have to go anywhere!"

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His chest tightened painfully, and for a moment he could barely breathe. "That has nothing to do with Y/N! Stop blaming her for us! I love you. I love you, Min-Seo!"

Her laugh was bitter, hollow. "Love? You call that love? You spend more time worrying about Y/N and playing house with her than you do with your own family. Maybe I don't even matter to you anymore."

The sharpness of her accusation stung, a wound deeper than anything physical. Jungkook opened his mouth to argue, but she wouldn't let him speak. Her eyes flashed, her arms crossed like a wall he couldn't penetrate.

"You don't understand anything," he said finally, voice low, controlled but breaking at the edges. "I'm not... I'm not ignoring you. I didn't go to her home because I wanted to... I went because Hana was asleep, and she needed me. Nothing else."

Min-Seo shook her head, cutting him off again. "Don't lie to me, Jungkook. Don't pretend you're just doing this for Hana. You like being there. You like her. And I... I can see it. I see everything!"

Her words, sharp and accusing, reverberated through the apartment. Hana, curled up on the couch with a small blanket over her shoulders, stirred and let out a soft whimper. Her small face crumpled, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Appa... Mommy... stop," she whimpered, voice trembling.

Jungkook's heart twisted violently. He moved toward her immediately, lowering himself to her level. "Hana, hey, it's okay, okay? I'm right here, sweetheart." He pulled her into his chest, feeling her little arms wrap around him tightly.

Min-Seo didn't relent. "You think you're a good father? You're pathetic! You can't even manage your family!"

Hana cried harder, small sobs shaking her body. "Stop! Please!" she wailed.

Jungkook felt something inside him break, a mixture of helplessness, rage, and desperation. "Min-Seo!" he shouted, voice cracking. "Do not yell at her! Stop! Hana doesn't deserve this!"

For a moment, the room was heavy with silence. Hana crying softly against Jungkook's chest, her tiny hands clutching his shirt, Min-Seo glaring at him with sharp, angry eyes, and him staring back, chest heaving, voice broken.

"I... I just wanted to know you were safe," he said quietly, almost pleading, looking at her with a mix of desperation and pain. "That's all. Is that so wrong?"

Min-Seo didn't answer. She turned abruptly and stalked toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The sharp sound echoed through the apartment, leaving an oppressive weight in the air.

Hana sniffled against Jungkook's shoulder, tears dampening his shirt. "Appa... why are you both fighting?" she asked softly, voice small and frightened.

He hugged her tighter, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I don't know, Hana... I don't know," he whispered, heart heavy, knowing that the fight wasn't over and that the tension between them had only just begun.

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Jungkook had been trying.

Every evening, every quiet moment, he tried to bridge the distance that had grown between him and Min-Seo. He approached her softly, carefully, with gentle words, small gestures, a cup of tea waiting for her on the counter, a quiet touch on her shoulder, attempts at conversation during dinner.

But she ignored him completely.

She buried herself in her phone, scrolling endlessly, her eyes glazed and distant. Even when he tried to catch her gaze, she would look past him, or away, as though he didn't exist. The few times she came home late, she smelled different heavy, strong cologne that was not his. Not the faint lingering scent he loved on her before, the one that clung subtly to her hair or wrists. This was sharp, almost artificial, and it pricked at him like an alarm.

At first, he tried to push it away. It can't be happening, he thought, shaking his head as he remembered the words you had planted in his mind weeks ago 'Maybe she's seeing someone else... maybe she's cheating on you.' He dismissed it, because Min-seo had been his wife for years, and he loved her. He couldn't imagine it.

But the doubt lingered, gnawing at him like a slow, insistent itch.

And then he noticed the faint marks.

A shallow bruise near her wrist, tiny scratches along her collarbone, delicate yet unmistakable. He tried to rationalize maybe she'd hit herself, maybe it was nothing but the combination of the smell, the distance, and the marks made his chest tighten painfully.

He found her in the bedroom one evening, phone in hand, eyes half-closed from exhaustion or perhaps indifference. His voice was careful, but carried a sharp edge of fear he tried to suppress.

"What have you been doing lately, Min-Seo?" His fingers twitched at his sides, tension coiling in his shoulders. "Is there... someone else?"

She glanced up, a slow, deliberate smile curling her lips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, cold and unreadable.

"You don't need to know," she said lightly, chuckling, as though his panic was something entertaining.

The sound of her laughter cut through him like a knife. He could feel it in his chest, in the tightening of his stomach, in the ache behind his ribs. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a desperate mix of frustration, fear, and disbelief bubbling to the surface.

"I... I don't understand," he said quietly, voice breaking. "I've tried... I've tried to be here for you. I've tried to make things better."

She leaned back, shrugging lazily, her smirk never fading. "Maybe you just aren't enough for me right now," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm and teasing cruelty.

Jungkook's chest constricted painfully, a low ache spreading through him. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain control, trying to hold onto the love he still felt but now, doubt had slithered in, seeded by the faint whisper of your words and Min-Seo's actions.

And he couldn't shake it. He had always trusted her.

But now... what if she's not who I thought she was?

He clenched his jaw, eyes flicking to the faint marks on her skin again, his mind spinning and somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't stop hearing your voice soft, coaxing, insidious. Maybe she's seeing someone... maybe she's cheating on you...

The thought made his chest ache, his hands shake slightly, and for the first time in a long while, Jungkook felt truly lost.

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You spotted him near the stairs, the faint morning light catching on the edge of his jacket as he paused mid-step, waiting for the elevator. Your heart thumped faster than it should, each beat echoing in your chest.

"Jungkook," you said softly, stepping closer, forcing a sympathetic smile onto your face. "I... I need to tell you something. Can we talk... privately?"

His brow furrowed, curiosity and caution flickering across his face. "What is it, Y/N?"

You swallowed, your voice lowering, heavy with a carefully crafted sense of concern. "It's about Min-seo."

His hand paused on the railing, his posture stiffening. "What about her?" His voice was calm, but you could see the tension coiling in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes.

You stepped closer, tilting your head slightly, eyes soft and apologetic. "I... I didn't want to tell you. I really didn't. But... I couldn't hide it from you anymore. I... I saw her."

He frowned, a quiet unease creeping over him. "Saw her... where?"

You hesitated, letting the words sink before you let them out, each one measured to twist the knife just right. "When you were out for work... I saw Min-seo with a man. At first, I thought it was normal maybe just a friend, maybe someone she met. But... then I saw them kiss."

His expression faltered, the faintest shadow of something heavy crossing his face. He had feared it, in some quiet corner of his mind, but hearing it spoken aloud still hurt.

"She... she was at a café too," you continued softly, letting your words drip like honey, both cruel and tender. "I saw her there, with him, when I was out with my friends. I didn't want to say anything... I really didn't. But... I couldn't keep it from you. You deserve to know."

Jungkook closed his eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose, a sharp exhale escaping him. Pain, betrayal, frustration all rolled into a tight knot in his chest. Yet somewhere, deep down, he had seen this coming. Somehow, even before you spoke, he had known, had felt the shift, the distance, the unspoken secrets.

He opened his eyes again, voice low, steady despite the weight pressing down on him. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong. This... this isn't on you."

You watched him carefully, heart racing, satisfaction flickering quietly under the surface. Even as he tried to mask it, you could see it the hurt, the confusion, the sudden uncertainty. It made your chest tighten with an excitement you tried to hide.

He ran a hand through his hair, gaze flicking away, then back to you. There was silence for a moment, thick and heavy, filled with unsaid words and the tension of a secret now unveiled.

You forced a small, almost innocent smile. "I... just wanted you to know. You deserve the truth, Jungkook." -------

You were at work, your focus flickering between the numbers on your screen and the storm that had been brewing quietly inside your chest since that morning with Jungkook. His face, his voice, the way he’d looked when you told him about Min-seo, all of it clung to your thoughts like a shadow you couldn’t escape.

You were supposed to be typing, but instead, you caught yourself staring at nothing, lost in the replay of his expression that heartbreak, that disbelief, that faint tremor in his voice. You had caused it, yet it made you feel closer to him somehow.

You didn’t even notice Jimin watching you from across the desk.

He’d been noticing you a lot lately the way you’d sigh softly between tasks, the way your fingers lingered over your phone screen as if waiting for a message that never came. There was a quiet sadness about you, one he couldn’t ignore.

By the time everyone else had packed up for the day, the office was bathed in the soft glow of evening light, and only the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Jimin lingered by your desk, pretending to scroll through his phone before finally clearing his throat.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

You turned, blinking out of your daze. “Hm?”

He looked nervous hands buried in his pockets, eyes darting briefly to the floor before meeting yours. “Can we… talk for a second?” You nodded, unsure where this was going.

He took a breath. “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now. I just… I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.” His voice trembled slightly but held steady. “I like you.” You froze.

He gave a small, hesitant smile, stepping a little closer. “At first, I thought it was just concern, you know? You’ve been distant, lost… and I hated seeing you like that. But lately, I realized it’s more than that. I care about you. A lot.”

The words hung between you, warm and gentle words that might have made your heart flutter at another time. But now, they only left a strange ache in your chest. You wanted to respond, to say something kind, but Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind again his tired eyes, his broken voice. And suddenly, you couldn’t breathe right.

“Jimin…” you began softly, eyes lowering to your hands. “You’re… you’re really sweet. You’ve always been there for me. But I can’t.”

He blinked, confused. “Can’t?”

You nodded, forcing a small smile. “I just… I don’t feel that way. I’m sorry.”

You could see the flicker of hurt cross his face, quickly masked by an awkward chuckle. “Ah… I see.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to laugh it off, but the sound came out hollow. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Your eyes lifted, startled.

He smiled not angry, just sad. “You don’t have to say it. I can tell. Whoever he is… he’s the one you’re still thinking about.” You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

Because he was right. As Jimin turned away, the guilt settled heavy in your chest, but beneath it was another feeling one darker, quieter, and far more dangerous. The image of Jungkook’s hurt expression replayed again, and something inside you twisted with satisfaction.

You didn’t need Jimin’s love. You already knew who you wanted and now, Jungkook’s heart was starting to crack and you were right there to catch the pieces.

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Your phone buzzed against the table, the faint vibration echoing through the quiet of your apartment. You turned it over Jungkook.

“When are you coming home?”

That one line was enough to pull a crooked smile from your lips. He’d been leaning on you more these days emotionally, quietly, almost helplessly. You liked it. You liked the way he trusted you now, how he came to you when everything else in his world was falling apart.

It had been a week since things between him and Min-seo started unraveling completely. The home that once radiated laughter soft voices, Hana’s giggles, the sound of their lives blending into warmth had turned into something else. Something raw.

Now, all you heard through the thin walls were the sharp edges of their arguments. Raised voices. Breaking glass. Hana’s soft crying that carried into the hall until she ended up here, in your apartment curled against your lap, her small hands gripping your sleeve, whispering that she didn’t want to go home.

You’d tell her stories until she fell asleep. Sometimes, she’d wake up asking for her father, and you’d soothe her back to dreams. A part of you ached for her. Another part darker, quieter whispered that this was what had to happen. That this was how things would finally start shifting in your favor.

It all came crashing down yesterday.

Min-seo had shown up at your door angry, wild, her voice echoing down the corridor. “Why is my daughter here?” she’d screamed, pointing at Hana who was sitting quietly behind you, tears streaking down her cheeks. “She’s my child, not yours! Keep her out of your twisted little games!” You had frozen, not out of guilt, but calculation waiting, knowing Jungkook would come and he did.

“Stop it, Min-seo,” he snapped, his tone like ice. “You’re ruining Hana’s peace. You’re ruining everything. She’s fine here, she’s happy here. I don’t want her caught up in your mess.”

Min-seo’s face had twisted in fury, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. She stormed away after that, slamming the door, her perfume and rage lingering in the air like smoke. Now, it was the next evening, and Jungkook sat on your couch shoulders heavy, fingers tangled together. You watched him silently from across the room, your heart thudding with anticipation.

He exhaled, voice low, rough, defeated. “Y/N… we’re getting divorced.”

You blinked once, slowly pretending to be shocked, even though your pulse raced with quiet satisfaction. “Oh,” you whispered, crossing the room toward him. “I… I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

He didn’t look up, just stared at the floor. “It’s for the best,” he said, more to himself than you. “It’s been breaking us… breaking Hana. I can’t keep pretending anymore.”

You sat beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body. You placed a hand gently on his arm, your tone careful, sympathetic though inside, your mind was electric.

“You deserve better than that, Jungkook,” you said softly. “You’ve always done everything for her, for your family. And if she couldn’t see that… that’s her mistake. You’re a good man. You don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

He finally looked at you eyes red, tired, hollow. You saw it, the cracks. The space opening. The quiet dependency that had begun to form. He nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you… for being here.”

And then he moved a slow, uncertain shift and suddenly he was leaning forward, arms wrapping around you. His head pressed against your shoulder, his breath uneven, trembling. For a moment, you froze, caught between surprise and something darker. Then your hands rose, almost instinctively, curling around his back, holding him close.

It felt too right. Too natural. Like this was where he was supposed to be all along. His pain, his exhaustion you could feel it all bleeding into you. You wanted to whisper that it was okay. That she didn’t deserve him. That you understood him better than anyone ever could.

But you stayed silent, letting him cling to you. Because this moment this crack in his armor was yours and you weren’t going to let it close again.

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The day arrived faster than anyone expected. The air outside the courthouse was sharp, thick with the kind of silence that only comes before something permanent. You stood by the cold marble walls, watching Jungkook from a short distance his posture straight, his expression unreadable, but his eyes they were hollow.

And then you saw her. Min-seo, immaculate as ever, her hair styled perfectly, her lips painted red standing beside him.

Jung Hoseok.

The man she’d chosen. The one she’d been sneaking around with while Jungkook was trying to hold his family together. He stood beside her confidently, his hand resting at the small of her back a gesture too intimate, too public. They looked like a couple who had nothing to hide, while Jungkook stood there like a shadow, silently watching the life he built slip away piece by piece.

Your jaw clenched. You didn’t even hate Hoseok not really. He seemed fine. Charming, maybe even kind. A perfect match for her, you thought bitterly. The kind of man Min-seo would choose to flaunt, just to prove she’d moved on.

But for Jungkook? No. He deserved someone gentler. Someone who actually understood him who knew how deep his loyalty ran, how quiet his heartbreak could be.

Someone like you.

The hearing began. You sat behind Jungkook, your fingers twisting together as the judge’s voice filled the courtroom detached, procedural, heartless. Words like “irreconcilable differences” and “mutual consent” echoed between the walls, turning their once-lively marriage into a pile of legal terms.

Jungkook didn’t flinch when the divorce was finalized. He just nodded, eyes cast downward, his hand gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles went white. But the moment custody was mentioned, everything shifted. Min-seo straightened, her voice confident. “Your honor, I can take care of Hana. She’s my daughter, she needs her mother. I have a stable job, a supportive partner, and a home ready for her.”

You could see Jungkook’s shoulders tighten. He looked up then, his voice cracking as he spoke. “Your honor, I’ve always been there for Hana. I’ve taken care of her every day. I can’t just lose her.”

His words trembled not with anger, but desperation. You could feel it radiating off him, that quiet panic of a father on the edge of losing everything that still gave him purpose.

But the court didn’t care about emotions. The judge’s tone was clinical, dismissive. “While both parents appear capable, the child’s welfare and emotional development are often better served under maternal care. Mr. Jeon, you are a single parent with work obligations. The child requires consistent supervision and emotional support.”

You saw the flicker in Jungkook’s expression the disbelief, the sting of humiliation. He was already broken by betrayal; now they were stripping away what little he had left. Min-seo’s lawyer smiled faintly confident, victorious. And you could see Hoseok’s hand slip into hers under the table, the gesture subtle but mocking.

You wanted to scream. To stand up and tell them that she wasn’t the one who held Hana when she cried, that it was Jungkook who stayed awake all night when his daughter had nightmares, that it was you who had seen them together father and daughter healing quietly while Min-seo was out living another life.

But you couldn’t. Not here. Not yet. The gavel struck. “The hearing is dismissed for today. Custody will be reconsidered in the next session.” and that was it.

The sound echoed like a death sentence.

Jungkook sat there for a moment after everyone else stood still, silent, as though his body had forgotten how to move. You could see his jaw working, his eyes glassy with frustration. Then, slowly, he rose and turned to you. You forced a faint smile, trying to keep your voice from trembling. “Hey… it’s not over yet.”

He nodded weakly, his voice a whisper. “Yeah… I know.”

But you could see it the cracks widening. He wasn’t just losing a marriage anymore. He was losing himself and as you looked at him standing there in the wreckage of everything he’d loved something inside you stirred. Pity. Affection. Obsession.

You weren’t sure what to call it anymore. You just knew you’d do anything to make sure he didn’t lose Hana.

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The corridors outside the courtroom felt colder than they should have. You watched Jungkook walk ahead, his pace slow, heavy like every step dragged the weight of something broken. His shoulders were slumped, his hands trembling slightly as he ran them through his hair. The silence between you was thick, the kind that hurt to breathe through.

“Jungkook…” you called softly. He stopped but didn’t turn. You could see his reflection in the glass wall the faint trace of tears in his eyes, the exhaustion painted across his face. When he finally faced you, his voice cracked.

“They’re taking her away from me.” You stepped closer. “They might. Not yet. You can still fight this, Jungkook.”

His laugh was bitter, empty. “Fight? You heard them. I’m a single dad, they don’t care how much I love her. They think she’s better off with that woman and her boyfriend.” You flinched at the venom in his tone, but deep inside, it thrilled you. Because for the first time, Jungkook was no longer defending Min-seo. He was resenting her.

You gently touched his arm, your voice calm, coaxing. “Then don’t let them win. We’ll prove you’re the better parent. Hana needs you, Jungkook. Not her. You can’t give up on her like this.” He looked at you, really looked as if your words were the first thing that made sense in hours and then, slowly, he nodded. “What do I even do?”

You smiled faintly, masking the satisfaction blooming beneath your chest. “Let me help you.”

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The days that followed were chaos. You were with him through it all building his case, organizing documents, tracking every record that showed Jungkook’s role as a father. School reports, doctor visits, even old photos of Hana clinging to his arm you compiled everything.

You helped him meet a better lawyer, one with a heart someone who’d see beyond the cold paperwork. You spent nights at his kitchen table, helping him sort files while Hana slept quietly in her room. Sometimes, Jungkook would fall asleep right there, his head resting on folded arms, and you’d just watch him.

Every breath he took. Every twitch of his lips. You memorized it all. Because somewhere between the court papers and sleepless nights, you stopped helping out of sympathy and started helping because you couldn’t bear to imagine his life without you in it.

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Then came the second hearing. This time, Jungkook didn’t sit defeated. He looked composed ready. You sat behind him again, hands folded tightly in your lap as the judge read through the updated reports.

His lawyer spoke clearly, passionately. “Mr. Jeon has been the child’s primary caregiver since birth. He has demonstrated emotional stability, financial capability, and consistent parental involvement. Meanwhile, the child’s mother has been documented engaging in frequent late-night absences and inappropriate behavior in the child’s presence.”

You saw Min-seo tense. Jungkook didn’t even look at her. His gaze stayed steady directed toward the judge, not the woman who betrayed him and when Hana’s teacher testified that Hana often cried for her father, saying she wanted to “stay where it felt safe,” something in the courtroom shifted.

For once, Jungkook’s pain wasn’t invisible. The verdict came quietly but powerfully. “Full custody of the minor child, Jeon Hana, is hereby awarded to her father, Mr. Jeon Jungkook, with visitation rights to the mother.”

You could feel your heart race. Jungkook froze, lips parting slightly disbelief flickering in his eyes before relief flooded in like a wave.

He turned to you. The moment your eyes met, he exhaled, shaky and raw. You smiled soft, controlled the way you always did when you wanted to hide too much emotion. When he pulled you into a hug, it wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. His arms tightened around you, like he was holding onto the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your hair. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” You hugged him back, your eyes fluttering shut as a slow, dangerous smile curved your lips.

'I know', you thought. 'You’ll never have to do anything without me again.'

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It had been weeks since the court granted Jungkook full custody of Hana. The chaos had finally settled, but the silence that followed was heavy too heavy for him.

Jungkook had stopped smiling the way he used to. He still laughed for Hana’s sake, still worked hard, still kept himself busy — but you could see it. The emptiness behind his eyes every time she ran into her room or fell asleep early. The loneliness that lingered when he thought no one was looking.

You started visiting them often. Sometimes to help with Hana’s homework, sometimes just to drop off dinner. You told yourself it was just kindness, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. You needed to be near him and maybe, just maybe he needed it too.

One evening, you stood at Jungkook’s door holding a bowl of soup. Hana had caught a small cold, and you’d promised to bring her something warm. Jungkook opened the door, wearing his usual black tee and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy and damp he’d probably just showered.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice tired but softer than before. “Hey,” you replied, smiling. “I brought some soup for Hana. And for you too, if you’ve eaten nothing again.”

He chuckled faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You caught me.” You walked inside, placing the food on the table as he followed you. The apartment was dim, faintly glowing from the TV light, cartoons still playing even though Hana was already asleep on the couch, curled up in her blanket.

“She fell asleep waiting for you,” Jungkook said quietly, watching his daughter.

You smiled. “She looks peaceful.”

He nodded, his eyes soft. “She sleeps better now, maybe because she knows things won’t fall apart anymore.” You turned to look at him, your chest tightening. He said it so sincerely that it made you ache.

“You’ve done a good job, Jungkook,” you said softly. He exhaled, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Some days, I feel like I’m just pretending I can handle it.”

“Then don’t pretend,” you whispered. “Just… let someone help you.” When his eyes lifted to meet yours, something flickered there something raw. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside felt far away.

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It started with small things after that. Jungkook began to text you more little things like “Hana says she misses you” or “Thanks for the dinner yesterday.”

He’d ask you to join them for movie nights, or for walks to the park. Sometimes, he’d bring Hana to your place just to “hang out,” even when he didn’t need help.

You’d catch him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking that same quiet stare, thoughtful and unreadable.

The tension between you both wasn’t loud; it was slow, steady, almost invisible to anyone else. But you felt it. Every time his hand brushed yours while reaching for a cup. Every time his gaze lingered a second too long. Every time you caught him smiling softly when you laughed.

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One rainy night, you three were sitting in your living room. Hana was asleep in the next room, her small snores faint. The rain pattered softly against the window, and the dim light made the air thick with unspoken things. Jungkook sat beside you on the couch, holding a cup of tea you’d made him. His fingers brushed yours when you handed it to him and this time, neither of you moved away.

“She really loves you,” he said quietly. “Hana. She says you make her feel safe.”

Your heart skipped. “She’s a sweet kid. You’ve raised her well.”

He smiled faintly. “Not alone, it seems.”

You turned to him, the corner of your lips twitching. “Are you saying you need me now, Jungkook?” He chuckled under his breath, but there was something serious in his eyes something softer, darker. “I think I already do.”

You froze for a second. His words weren’t flirtatious they were vulnerable, stripped of pretense. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words died on your tongue when his gaze lingered on your lips for just a heartbeat too long.

The air between you burned. Neither of you crossed the line that night. But you both felt it the shift, the pull and as he got up to leave, his hand brushed against yours again this time, deliberately. “Goodnight,” he murmured.

You watched him go, your heart pounding in your chest, a soft smile curving your lips.

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It was one of those evenings again the kind that stretched lazily into night. The faint hum of the city outside, the soft glow of your lamp, Hana’s laughter echoing from the next room where she was playing with her dolls. You and Jungkook were sitting by the window with mugs of tea, the quiet between you oddly comfortable. It had become a habit now — he’d drop by with Hana, stay for dinner, help clean up, and sometimes stay just a little longer than necessary.

Tonight felt different though. He looked at you more than usual, his gaze lingering as though trying to read something he’d missed before.

“Hey,” Jungkook said suddenly, his tone light but eyes sharp. “When was the last time you talked to your boyfriend?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “My… boyfriend?” “Yeah,” he said, his lips quirking slightly. “That guy I met once Jimin, right?” The mention of his name pulled something in your chest. You hadn’t seen Jimin much lately. He’d stopped calling after your quiet rejection that night.

“Oh, that.” You gave a faint smile. “We weren’t really official. Just… seeing each other, I guess.” Jungkook leaned back, taking a sip of his tea, eyes still on you. “So you’re not together anymore?”

You shook your head. “Not really. We stopped talking.” There was a flicker of something in his eyes surprise, maybe relief. He didn’t say anything for a moment, only nodded slowly.

“Did you like him?” he asked quietly. You hesitated. “I thought I did,” you said, watching the steam curl from your cup. “But… no. Not really.”

He tilted his head. “Why not?”

You laughed softly, but it sounded more tired than amused. “Because it didn’t feel real. He was kind, but I never felt connected to him. Not like-” You stopped yourself, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Not like what?” Jungkook asked, his voice low, almost careful. You looked up at him then his dark eyes meeting yours, steady, curious. You could feel the air between you shift, that slow burn returning again.

You smiled faintly, masking everything you wanted to say. “Not like how I feel when things matter.” He didn’t press. But his gaze lingered a moment longer before he nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“I get that,” he said quietly. “It’s rare to feel something real these days.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. The closeness was dizzying you could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with rain and coffee.

“You know,” Jungkook said, his tone softer now, “I don’t really know much about you.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

He smiled faintly. “You know everything about me, my mess, my marriage, my kid, my bad days. But you… you never talk much about yourself.” You looked away, feeling your cheeks warm. “There’s not much to say.”

“I don’t believe that,” he murmured. His voice was low, sincere the kind that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t explain. He was looking at you like he wanted to understand you, like he was seeing you for the first time and you liked that. Too much.

“Then ask,” you whispered.

He chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Okay… what’s one thing you’ve never told anyone?” You tilted your head, eyes flicking to his lips for just a second before meeting his gaze again. “That I get attached too easily.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a small, knowing smile. “That sounds dangerous.”

“Maybe,” you said, smiling back. “But maybe I like danger.” His expression flickered amusement, curiosity, something darker. He leaned back again, his hand brushing yours as he set his cup down. For a moment, silence stretched only the faint sound of Hana humming in the next room.

“Maybe that’s what makes you… different,” Jungkook said finally, his voice low. “You feel things deeply.” You looked at him, heart pounding. “And you don’t?”

He smiled faintly, but there was something in his eyes something fragile. “Not until recently.” The words hung in the air between you. You didn’t need to ask what he meant, you already knew and for the first time, you felt that shift turn into something real.

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It was late evening. The clock ticked softly on the wall, the only sound echoing through the quiet apartment. The table was set two plates, one for you and one for Hana but the seat where Jungkook usually sat remained empty. He had messaged earlier: “Working late tonight. Don’t wait up.”

You sighed, staring at your phone for a moment longer than needed. The food was starting to cool. Hana sat quietly beside you, poking at her rice, her little brows furrowed. You could tell something was bothering her. “Hey,” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You okay?”

She looked up at you, her big eyes shimmering. “I miss Mom,” she said quietly. The words made your chest tighten not from sadness, but from something sharper. You forced a soft smile.

“I know, sweetheart,” you said carefully. “But sometimes, adults… make choices that are hard to understand.” Hana’s eyes dropped to her plate. “She said she’ll come see me soon. She calls me after school and brings me chocolates when I visit her.” You hesitated, feeling that familiar sting in your chest. You didn’t want to take that away from her, but hearing her defend Min-seo, the woman who had torn Jungkook apart made your stomach twist.

“Your mom loves you,” you said slowly, “but she’s… living a different life now, Hana. She made a decision to be somewhere else, with someone else. And sometimes, when people do that, they start to forget things they shouldn’t.”

Hana frowned. “Forget?” You nodded softly. “Like how to be there all the time. Like how to make you breakfast in the morning, or tuck you in at night.”

The little girl’s eyes grew wet, her lip trembling. “But she said she’ll always love me.”

You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Of course she does, honey. But love isn’t always enough to stay, you know? Your dad… he’s the one here, taking care of you every day. And I’m here too, right? We both love you very much.”

She sniffled and nodded, leaning against your arm. You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders, feeling her body relax into yours. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “You don’t have to stop loving your mom, Hana. Just remember who’s here for you now.”

Her little voice came out muffled against your arm. “I like being with you more.” You smiled soft, careful, but somewhere deep inside, satisfaction curled like a secret flame.

“That means a lot to me,” you whispered. “You’re my favorite girl.” Hana smiled faintly, eyes half-closed, and soon after, she drifted to sleep on the couch.

You sat there for a while, holding her hand gently, your expression unreadable. Outside, rain began to fall again the sound filling the apartment with a calm that felt almost deceptive. You glanced toward the door Jungkook would soon walk through, and a thought flickered in your mind.

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The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the quiet apartment. You sat across from Jungkook on the couch, the dim light of the living room casting golden shadows across his face. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loose, a half-empty wine glass dangling lazily between his fingers. “Gosh,” he sighed, leaning back, head tipping against the couch. “A wine after working my ass off at the office feels so good.”

You smiled faintly, watching the way his jaw flexed as he took another slow sip. “You deserve it,” you said softly. He set the glass down and turned his gaze toward you warm, tired, and just a little too sincere. “Did Hana have her dinner?”

You nodded. “She did. She’s asleep now.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “We should go somewhere soon. All of us. It’s been a long time since we did something fun. Hana must be missing that.” The way he said we so casually, so naturally made something flutter quietly in your chest. You tried to play it off with a small laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah… I guess she would like that.”

He poured another glass for himself, then another. The night stretched on, quiet and soft, filled with the faint sound of the rain tapping against the windows and Jungkook’s voice lower now, a little slurred, his guard slipping away with every sip.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you,” he murmured, staring into his glass, “but I’m grateful for you, Y/N.”

Your breath caught. He went on, voice barely above a whisper. “When everything was falling apart, when Min-seo left… when Hana was crying every night… you were just there. You helped me stand again. Helped Hana smile again.”

You didn’t know what to say. Words felt too small. You watched him, eyes tracing the softness in his expression the exhaustion, the quiet ache in his smile, the faint redness that wine had painted across his cheeks. You loved him. You had for a long time. Quietly, painfully, patiently. You loved how gentle he was with Hana, how his voice softened when he spoke to her, how he looked at you sometimes without realizing it, like you were something steady in his storm.

And now, sitting here, you could almost hear the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

“Stop staring at me,” he said suddenly, his voice low, almost teasing but something about it made your breath hitch. “Like I mean something to you.”

You froze. Your gaze dropped to the floor, shame and longing tangling deep in your chest. “You should get some sleep,” you said quietly, your voice trembling just enough for him to notice.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Sleep,” he repeated. “Yeah, maybe I should. But…” He looked at you again, really looked at you and the air shifted. His eyes were dark, glossy with wine and something heavier.

“I don’t want to feel this, Y/N,” he murmured, each word sounding like a confession he’d been holding for too long. “But I think I’m falling for you.”

Your heart stopped. His gaze dropped, his voice roughening. “Even though it’s wrong.” You stared at him, speechless, your pulse echoing in your throat. You had imagined this moment before in stolen glances, in quiet dreams but hearing it out loud, feeling the weight of it between you, was something else entirely.

You took a slow breath, the kind that hurt on its way in. “Then…” You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. “Then don’t stop yourself.”

In an instant, Jungkook closed the distance. His lips, softened by the wine and a deep, surprising earnestness, met yours. The kiss wasn't careful; it was a desperate, long-awaited admission from two people who had been circling each other in the dark for far too long.

The shock that first hit you quickly gave way to a consuming wave of desire a beautiful, fierce recognition of a wish finally coming true. You didn't just kiss him back; you leaned in fully, your hand instinctively rising to cup his jaw, your fingers brushing against the soft curve of his ear. The subtle scent of his cologne, mixed with the sharp, warm tang of the red wine, flooded your senses, anchoring you completely in the moment.

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The morning light crept gently through the half-drawn curtains, painting soft gold across the living room floor. The faint scent of wine still lingered in the air, the empty bottle on the table, two half-drunk glasses left from the night before. You stood by the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee, trying to quiet the rush of thoughts in your head. The memory of last night replayed over and over Jungkook’s voice, low and unsteady, confessing words you had longed to hear.

“I think I’m falling for you.” You had barely slept. Not because of what happened, but because of what might come next.

The sound of soft footsteps behind you broke your thoughts. You turned to see Jungkook standing by the doorway, his hair a little messy, eyes heavy with sleep. He looked… lost. Like someone still trying to make sense of a dream he couldn’t shake off.

“Morning,” you said quietly, forcing a small smile.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Morning.”

For a moment, there was silence heavy, uncertain. The kind that filled every corner of the room. Then Jungkook took a step closer, his voice hesitant. “About last night…” Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up, meeting his eyes. They were soft but serious, a mix of fear and something rawer, deeper.

“I meant it,” he said. You froze.

“I remember,” he continued, his words trembling slightly. “What I said last night. And I meant every single word of it.” Your lips parted, but before you could say anything, he reached for your hand desperately, as if he was afraid you’d pull away. His grip was warm, trembling slightly.

“Don’t,” he said suddenly, voice breaking. “If you’re going to reject me, please… don’t say it.” Your heart clenched. The desperation in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were something he couldn’t afford to lose, made it hard to breathe.

He took a shaky breath, eyes locked on yours. “Just… give me a chance, Y/N. Please.”

You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know if he remembered everything, the way he confessed, the words that slipped out, the way you had looked at him but part of you didn’t care. Maybe he only remembered enough. Maybe fate had finally bent toward you.

For a moment, your heart wavered between guilt and something darker, triumph. The man you loved was standing before you, asking you to stay, asking you to try. You nodded slowly, hiding the flicker of a smile that threatened to show. “Okay,” you said softly. “Let’s… try.”

Relief washed over his face. Jungkook let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his thumb brushing lightly over your hand as if to make sure you were real and as he smiled a tired, hopeful, broken kind of smile you knew.

You had finally won.

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Days began blending into something warm and familiar, something dangerously close to what you’d once only dreamed of. Jungkook was around more than ever. He’d come over after work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, looking exhausted but always soft when he saw you and it wasn’t just the casual visits anymore. There was something unspoken blooming between you both, quiet glances that lingered too long, laughter that felt too intimate, the way he’d touch your hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He’d kiss you now sometimes out of nowhere. In the kitchen, while you were reaching for a glass; in the hallway, while you were saying goodbye; sometimes, right in the middle of your sentence. A quick, deep kiss that left you breathless and flushed, your thoughts scattered.

You’d push at his chest, half-laughing, half-shocked. “Jungkook!”

He’d just grin, voice low and teasing. “Couldn’t help it.”

And you secretly loved it that he couldn’t help it.

You could feel him changing, too. The man who once tiptoed around emotions was now bold confident in what he wanted, and he wanted you. The way his eyes found you in a crowded room, how he’d stand too close when you were talking, his hand always brushing yours, claiming space that had once been only friendly.

One night, when Hana had fallen asleep early after dinner, Jungkook was sitting beside you on the couch, scrolling through his phone as you folded laundry. The quiet hum of the night wrapped around you both.

“Y/N,” he said suddenly.

“Hmm?”

He looked up from his phone, a strange seriousness in his eyes. “You let Hana sleep with you again?”

You blinked. “She had a nightmare, Jungkook. She wanted to.”

He sighed, setting his phone aside and leaning back, head tilted slightly. “You spoil her too much,” he muttered, then glanced at you with a small, crooked smile. “I’m jealous.”

You turned toward him, surprised. “Jealous? Of your own daughter?”

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation, voice low. “She gets to sleep next to you, hug you… while I can’t.”

You froze, the words sinking in. He wasn’t teasing this time. His gaze held yours, steady, warm, and something darker flickering beneath it. Possessive. Your heart pounded as you tried to laugh it off. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smirked faintly, leaning closer. “Maybe. But I’m serious.” His hand brushed your arm, fingers tracing lightly up your skin until your breath hitched. “You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N.”

You turned your face away, smiling despite yourself, cheeks burning. “Stop saying things like that…”

He chuckled softly, his voice dropping just enough to make your chest tighten. “Why? You don’t like it?”

You looked at him, the playful glint in his eyes, the faint smirk tugging at his lips, the warmth radiating off him, and realized you didn’t just like it. You loved it. You loved how protective he’d become, how he’d frown when other men looked at you, how his arm would naturally slide around your waist in public as if to remind everyone you were his.

He made you feel wanted. Needed and somewhere deep down, the part of you that once schemed and waited was finally, content. You leaned back against the couch, close enough for his shoulder to brush yours. “You ask too many questions, Jungkook.”

He smirked, voice barely above a whisper. “Only because I care too much.” And when he turned to kiss you again slow and certain you didn’t stop him. Because this time, it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like home.

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You were rushing through the office, files clutched in your hands, laptop bag slung over your shoulder. The fluorescent lights reflected off the polished floors as you hurried toward the exit, your mind racing with deadlines and half-finished tasks. You had stayed late again longer than usual and now, with the night air settling outside, your exhaustion pressed against your bones.

“Y/N!” Jimin’s voice called out from behind you. You turned to see him jogging lightly, worry etched across his face.

“You okay?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. “You’ve been here forever. Need a drop home? I can take you.”

You hesitated. Your phone buzzed in your bag, a message from Jungkook: I’ll come pick you up. Don’t worry about leaving Hana alone. You paused, thumb hovering over the screen. You didn’t want to disturb him; Hana was asleep, and he had been tirelessly caring for her all day. The thought of making him leave her side tugged at your heart.

“Uh… thanks, Jimin,” you said finally, deciding. “That’d be great. I… I’ll be quick.”

His relieved smile warmed your chest. “Hop in,” he said, gesturing toward the car parked outside. You felt a flutter of nervousness as you climbed in, trying to ignore the tiny pang in your chest that came from leaving Jungkook behind.

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When you finally stepped into your apartment, tired and half-dazed, your phone buzzed again. Jungkook.

Why are you with Jimin?

Your heart skipped. You hadn’t expected him to notice so quickly.

You hurriedly typed a reply: I was late… Jimin offered to drop me home. I didn’t want you to leave Hana.

A few moments passed before he responded: I see…

You felt your chest tighten as the door clicked behind you, and a shadow fell across the room. Jungkook stepped in, his dark eyes flicking between you and the bag in your hand. His expression was unreadable at first tense, unreadable, like he was holding back a storm.

“Jimin?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded, a little defensively. “He just… offered to help. I didn’t want to make you leave Hana.”

He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “You… used to see him, right?” His words were careful, but you could feel the faint edge of jealousy lurking beneath the surface.

Your chest fluttered, a shiver of excitement traveling down your spine. He was jealous subtle, quiet, but it made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected.

Before you could think too much, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, feeling his tension melt slightly into your touch. “Jungkook,” you whispered softly, pressing your forehead to his chest. “I only have my eyes on you.”

He exhaled slowly, the possessive edge in his voice softening as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. “Only me?” he murmured, voice low, almost a growl.

You smiled, hiding against him. “Only you,” you repeated, feeling the warmth of his body settle around you.

For a moment, silence wrapped you both, but it was the kind of quiet that spoke louder than words. You felt him relax against you, the jealousy fading into something more vulnerable, more human.

Maybe… you thought, your heart twisting in delight, Min-seo’s betrayal made him like this. He’s growing… possessive. Loving me. And I like it.

A slow, dark thrill ran through you, and you knew, with certainty, that he was yours entirely, and perhaps more than even he realized.

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You were sitting on the couch, Hana playing quietly in the corner, when Jungkook appeared in the doorway. His eyes flicked over you, lingering just a moment too long. Something about the way he carried himself, the slight slump in his shoulders, the deep crease between his brows made your chest tighten.

He came closer, sitting beside you, but not too close careful, tentative, as if measuring whether you would pull away.

“Y/N…” His voice was low, almost hesitant. “I… I don’t know if I should be doing this. Being with you.”

You tilted your head, curiosity and concern mixing in your chest. “What do you mean?”

He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “I’m too old for you. You’re… you’re vibrant, young, full of life. I’ve been broken, I’ve made mistakes… and what if you lose interest in me too? Like Min-seo did?”

A pang of anger shot through you not at him, but at the audacity of Min-seo and the shadow she still cast over his heart. You reached out, gently brushing your hand against his cheek. He flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away.

“Min-seo?” you said softly, voice steady, tinged with defiance. “She was just… insecure. That’s all. She wasn’t confident in herself, in the relationship, in what she had with you. And what did she do? She cheated. That was her choice. Not yours.”

His eyes darkened, searching yours as if trying to find some truth he couldn’t quite believe.

You leaned closer, heart pounding, your voice dropping into something intimate, something meant only for him. “I… I love you, Jungkook. I’ve loved you for a long time. Older men like you… they’re my type. Someone who’s strong, someone who’s been through life, someone who knows what they want. I want you. Only you.”

His lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he exhaled slowly, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over his face. His hand found yours, gripping it firmly, possessively. The small, heated pressure of his fingers sent a shiver down your spine.

“You really mean that?” he murmured, voice low and rough.

“I do,” you whispered, leaning closer until your shoulders brushed. “Every word. Don’t ever doubt it.”

For a long moment, the room was silent, save for Hana’s soft giggles and the faint hum of the city outside. But the tension between you the quiet, simmering electricity was palpable, wrapping around you both like a storm.

Then he moved, slowly, deliberately, closing the distance just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I… I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Not now. Not ever.”

You smiled, heart fluttering, a warmth spreading through your chest. “You won’t,” you said confidently. “Because you’re mine now.”

A small, dark chuckle escaped him. “I don’t know if I deserve that,” he murmured, but the possessive edge in his grip, the way he lingered so close, said otherwise.

And you couldn’t help the thrill that ran through you, knowing that his heart, his mind, even his jealousy, were all slowly, irrevocably yours.

“You do,” you whispered back, pressing your hand against his chest. “All of you. And I’ll make sure you know it every single day.”

END

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[wizardshark]

I am the only survivor on this post REBLOG FOR HAPPINESS IN LATE MARCH AND TO SURVIVE THE MARCH OF TIME!!!!

[dodoneck]

Happiness had already come to me in the beginning of March and I would want it to come again at late of this month too!

[dodoneck]

I need this so much right now

[kookied]

What if? — taglist ᯓ★ ˎˊ˗

SYNOPSIS : He was always there but never an option. Until now. When you run into him ten years later, he seems different, and available. Now you think, “What if?”

friends to lovers | brother’s bsf jeon jungkook x f. reader

warnings : profanity, alcohol consumption, minor depictions of violence, suggestions of cheating

— inspired by Steven Conklin x Taylor Jewel in Amazon Prime’s "TSITP" !

memo : like or reblog this post to be added to the “What if?” taglist! I’ll be posting it in a few weeks! Stay tuned!

[jigglyjeon]

the little prince -> jjk

summary: when everyone in his life seems to forget his 30th birthday, jungkook takes a chance on the local pub down the street, hoping to turn the night around. you - the pretty bartender that works the quiet monday shift - take him by surprise in the best way: you're friendly, full of life, and your smile seems to kick start the hopeful young boy that still lived dormant within his heart. when you tell him to make a wish, he doesn't expect for it to come true, not so literally.

rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre(s): angst, strangers to lovers, soulmate au, fantasy, adventure, romance, smut

word count: 24.6k +

warnings/tags: hopeless romantic!jk, mention of male masturbation, childhood love, depictions of unhappiness, insecurity and depression, heartbreak, original characters, friendship break up, brief taehyung x jungkook, bi!jk, everyone forgets jungkook's birthday, he's turning 30, nepo baby jk that's destined to take over his father's company trope, jungkook cries a lot my sensitive boyyy, jungkook isn't happy with his life :(, strict parents, shy and nervous jungkookie, oc is a bartender, comfort in a stranger, subtle flirting, nostalgia, childlike wonder, fantasy fairytale, prince!jk, commoner!oc, sisterhood, self discovery and self love, forbidden love, making out, touching over underwear, dry humping, titty sucking, cunnilingus, fumbly, briefly awkward, passionate unprotected sex :>

authors note: happy birthday to jungkookieee :D i worked hard on this little number for his birthday; this one's for all the people that feel like they don't get seen, and their voice never heard- i hear you, and you deserve the world. you're gonna get all the things you wish for and more someday, just keep going <3

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“You— you alone will have stars as no one else has them, and when your sorrow is comforted – time soothes all sorrows – you will be content to have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me, and you will sometimes open your window for that pleasure. And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! They will recognize that you are one of the stars of the sky.”

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Jungkook begins his day with an attempted orgasm by his own hand. It’s not his brightest moment, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to let off a little steam before work.

The water of the shower was at a temperature that was just hot enough to get him a little riled up, and he was already half hard in the first place thanks to his usually unwelcomed morning wood. He hisses and grunts into the shower walls as he fists his length in his hand and tries to think of something pleasurable, but his mind keeps on coming up blank. It’s been a long time since he’s seen a pretty face in his mind while getting off— it’s been even longer since he’s been with anyone at all.

Jungkook had never really been the type to sleep around without feelings attached. He had truthfully always felt guilty when he slept with someone only to never seem them again after the deed was done; he always felt like he was using them, and it just never sat right with him. Even though he had his little phase in college, it ended just as quickly as it started, learning early on that it just wasn’t him.

Looking back on it all now, Jungkook realises just how little he’s changed over the years, despite having changed plenty. He had always been a sensitive guy, one that loved a little too hard and a little too much, some might think it overwhelming. He toned it down a lot during college, but the true feelings in his heart never truly changed, he only buried them deeply as to not be a hindrance to the people around him.

The experiences of college were never all that they were chalked up to be in his opinion. Girls, boys, parties, drugs— he did it all. It was the mandatory college experience, but he was always left feeling worse than he did before when he partook in the culture.

Jungkook has had about two serious relationships in his life, Luna; a tall, blonde, goth girl with piercings and tattoos and Myung, the sweet and quiet guy in his finance class. Luna turned out to be a little too sadistic, and Myung was…a little boring, if he was being honest; they dated after college, and it just didn’t really give him the excitement that he was looking for in a relationship.

It was safe to say both feeble attempts to fill a void that he could never fulfil.

There were also only two experiences in which he was sure that he was in love with someone.

Spoiler alert: they weren’t the two people he’s had a relationship with.

He feels terrible about it, really, he does, but the heart wants what the heart wants; and most often than not, what his heart wanted was never meant to be.

The memory of these experiences stuck with Jungkook deeply, and they changed him. Whether that was for better or for worse was still up for debate, especially when some of those memories made him recoil in humiliation, while others had him wishing to feel that way for somebody again.

The first girl Jungkook ever loved was Mary.

Mary was hired to be Jungkook’s babysitter when he was six years old. He remembers her first day meeting him so clearly, he had answered the door when the doorbell had gone off at 8:38 in the morning. He had to jump to reach the doorknob, and it frustrated him.

The babysitter was surprised to be met with little Jungkook. He was looking up at her, puffing his chest and frowning in disappointment. “You’re eight minutes late, lady!” He said with a huff. After the initial confusion from the door being answered by a six-year-old boy, she giggles at his cute, puffy face and the two boba pearls that he had for eyes were far too big against the rest of his face. Mary squats in front of him with a sigh.

“Forgive me, your highness! Please tell me how to make it right!” She begs dramatically, holding her hands together and shaking them with her head lowered.

Jungkook couldn’t hold the scowl any longer, he breaks out into little giggles of his own. “Well, I guess if you are any good at making pancakes…”

“Only the best in all the land!” She declares with confidence, standing up again to join him inside when he holds it open wider for her.

Mary made him chocolate pancakes with strawberry jam every morning since then. They are still Jungkook’s favourite.

It didn’t take him long to feel the flutter in his heart for Mary. She read him stories whenever it was time for bed, they helped him sleep, and they actually had him excited to, too. In his dreams he would relive these stories and pretend that he was part of a world where he could control everything that happened, his imagination free to run wild in the safety of his slumber.

Jungkook’s parents never read him stories, only told him that he had to be in bed by six and if they caught him beneath the blankets with a flashlight at nine one more time…

He’s glad that he hardly got to see them, that he was already asleep by the time they got home. He had felt glad that it was Mary who got to take care of him instead. She was kind to him, treated him how he always wanted his parents to treat him.

There was one story that Jungkook begged Mary to read to him every night since she picked it up from the store for him.

“I got you this one because it reminded me of you.” She flips the front cover over to show to him.

“The…Little Prince?”

“Yep! ‘Cause you’re a little prince, right?” She coos, pinching his cheek lightly. He swats her hand away, crinkling his nose.

“Right!” He still laughs so happily that it makes Mary smile herself.

It wasn’t long before he had grown to love that smile. He thought it was so genuine, so full of joy.  

Jungkook spent a large part of his childhood painting her pictures and writing her poems once he learnt exactly how to write one when he reached elementary school. He always eagerly handed them to her with envelopes with her named written shakily on the front with a heart, and although he never disclosed that these poems were about her, she had a hunch.

Mary thought this was sweet. She would praise him so highly, especially with the pictures that he drew. “You really have a gift, Jungkookie.” She told him. “You are going to do wonderful things someday; I can see it already!”

Little Jungkook was elated to know this.

And in turn, he could not wait to grow up and do all those wonderful things Mary said that he was destined for. Not only this, but Jungkook had foolishly believed that Mary would wait for him— that nine years would mean nothing someday.

Alas, the last time he ever saw her was when he was 13 and she had just turned 22. He remembers thinking that the older she got, the more beautiful she became.

What he failed to realise was that Mary was a kid herself, she had been hired to be in Jungkook’s life, had done everything she could to make the poor little boy not feel neglected, and this took a toll on her— she had to grow up a lot quicker, realising the responsibility it took to look after a child like Jungkook.

In his eyes, she left him on his own, just like his parents did.

13 was too old for him to have a babysitter, he knew it, Mary knew it, his parents knew it; Jungkook was more than capable of being alone and taking care of himself at this point. While it was true, that Jungkook didn’t need a babysitter anymore, it didn’t mean he didn’t need Mary anymore.

Jungkook can’t help but cry. “Please don’t go, Mary.” He sniffles. “I–I love you.”

He confesses, and he absolutely crumbles when she barely twitches at his words. She sighs, smiling sadly. It’s not bright and it doesn’t reach her eyes in the way that it used to. The moment is melancholic, and to him it seemed like Mary didn’t even seem to care. It was as if she was glad to be rid of him.

“Take care of yourself, little prince.” She places her hand on top of his head, and it’s bizarre to her that she has to reach up to do this now. He up shot in height just within a year, right past her.

“Time soothes all sorrows.”  She recites words from his favourite childhood story. “You will always be my friend, little prince.”

Jungkook shakes his head, teary-eyed and in denial. His eyes are still a little too big for his face, they show his pain a lot more evidently than most.

“I’m proud of the person you’ve become, Jungkook— stay true to yourself, alright? Don’t let a thing get in your way.” She squeezes his shoulders before turns away from him to get into her car.

Jungkook walks alongside her car as she backs it out of the driveaway. “Mary, don’t go…” He whimpers, but she doesn’t look at him. She only spared him one last glance and a small wave before she drives off and out of his life for good.

How was he meant to move on from that? After Mary, he was convinced there was no one else in the world that he could love more than he loved her. At the time, her lack of reaction to his love confession only left him hopeful for the future he could have potentially have with her.

He swears that he can sometimes still feel the ghost of her hand on top of his head. Of course, nothing ever came of the love he claimed to have for her; Jungkook was incredibly young, and life did indeed go on for him, despite the pain that he felt then.

Jungkook was old enough now, older than Mary was on that sullen day, to realise that the reason he loved Mary so strongly was because she was the only person in his life at the time that made him feel like he wasn’t invisible.

It was true what people said: that a boy never forgets the first girl he ever falls in love with, even if that girl completely crushed his soul for long thereafter. Mary was beautiful and kind and patient even when he was nothing but a difficult and stubborn little boy. She wasn’t just an incredible babysitter, but she had become Jungkook’s favourite person in the world.

The second person that Jungkook fell in love with wasn’t a girl at all. It was the first time he realised that he didn’t just like girls, and at the time the thought of that terrified him. He had always been taught that boys liked girls, never boys liking boys or girls liking girls. This was something that Jungkook had to navigate all on his own.

At 15, Jungkook started to feel things for his best friend, Taehyung.

They met in middle school, soon after Mary walked out of his life. Taehyung and Jungkook met in gym class, and he made him forget all about Mary. Their friendship came so easily and naturally, like a moth to a flame.

It happened in a moment so quiet, that it terrified him. He begged for his heart to stop racing when he looked at him, the first time he gave Jungkook the first bite of his food, claiming it was because he wanted to check if the food was laced with poison.

“Is that all I am to you, a test dummy?” Jungkook asked him jokingly, happily taking a large bite of the burger Taehyung had shoved toward him. “You’d throw your best friend into the arms of death over paranoia?” He continues with a mouth full of food.

“Aish, I said you could take a bite, not hoover the entire thing like a vacuum cleaner!” He snatches the plate back toward him with a groan. “If you eat it and die, I’ll eat it after and die with you, fair?” He shrugs easily thereafter, and since then, it became a tradition of theirs.

It was only a joke, but it was the beginning of the end for Jungkook. He grew shy, wiping his mouth with a napkin, pushing his own food around on his plate as he snuck glances up at his best friend who ate his food happily, humming to himself.

Ever since that day, Taehyung would shove his food into Jungkook’s hands, asking him to test for poison, and each time, Jungkook would happily accept.

Needless to say, there was never any poison in his food. Why would there be? Jungkook knew deep down that Taehyung only did this because he saw the way Jungkook would ogle his food, too shy to ask for a bite himself. He knew that Taehyung wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but he showed Jungkook that he did in fact care about him and that he saw him in moments like that. Taehyung always noticed the little things about Jungkook, like his favourite colour, or his favourite album; the same one that Taehyung always had playing on his stereo whenever Jungkook would go over to his house.

That’s what best friends were for, right?

At 18, Jungkook did something that would end their friendship for good.

It was the winter before the beginning of college when it happened. They spent a lot of time together during that winter, more than usual because they had both gotten accepted to school’s countries apart from one another. Jungkook was going to stay in Korea, study business and finance and eventually take over his father’s company the way it was laid out for him his entire life, while Taehyung was moving to America to study art; he was going to live a completely different life from Jungkook— a life of freedom.

They were playing video games in Taehyung’s childhood bedroom that day, they bickered and pushed at each other in a competitive limbo, like they always did. This was how Taehyung ended up pinning Jungkook down onto the ground, holding his wrists to the ground.

“Just admit that I won that time! I totally beat your ass, and you cheated, you always cheat you little brat!” He had meant to be serious, but his deep laughter contradicted him. He wrestled Jungkook against the ground, straddling his waist while he fought against the hold Taehyung had on his wrists.

Jungkook laughed hysterically, pushing on his grip, shaking his head. “Never. You’re just mad ‘cause you’re a sore loser!”

Taehyung finally got his wrists down, but in turn his body fell forward, bodies entangled, his face close to Jungkook’s.

In that moment, Jungkook’s delusions of possibility brought out a moment of bravery within him. Taehyung hovered over Jungkook with heavy breaths that matched his own, and they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. He thought he saw a look in Taehyung’s eyes that mirrored his; one of curiosity, one that went beyond the bond the two of them shared over years of friendship. Jungkook’s heart beats loudly through his ears, and his face feels warm.

He was so sure then that he hadn’t misread him, that he was waiting for him to do it, so he took his chance without caring about the consequences— Jungkook leaned up and pressed his lips against Taehyung’s in a fervent kiss.

“Dude– what the hell?” Taehyung pulled away from him quicker than lightning, wiping his mouth with his hands in an overdramatic manner, and his brows are furrowed in…confusion? Anger? Jungkook couldn’t really tell because he had already to dissociate. “What’d you do that for?”

“No, yeah, I’m sorry, ah, shit. I’m sorry–” He hides his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes as his voice cracks along with his heart. He gets up in a panic, grabbing his bag and rushing out of Taeyhung’s bedroom.

Everything feels like a blur as he storms through the house he practically grew up within, and he knew then that he’d never step foot between these walls again, that he couldn’t show his face here for the rest of his days. He drowns out the sound of Taehyung calling after him, distracted by the loud buzzing in his ears that only gets louder and louder the closer he gets toward the front door.

The sound only begins to settle when he’s far enough down the street that he can fall to his knees and cry, knowing that he never followed him out here, because why would he, right? Why would Taehyung follow him out here when he just ruined years of friendship like that without even thinking?

“You Idiot!” He cries into the empty streets of the neighbourhood he grew up in. There was so much pain here— why does love to continue to scorn him this way?

Maybe he didn’t deserve to be loved. Maybe Jungkook’s place in this world was meant for him to stay as invisible as he feels.

Even though he waited by his phone for those final weeks, Taehyung never reached out.

Jungkook thinks that losing Taehyung hurt a lot more than the day Mary left. Him and Taehyung were friends, real friends, for years, and they did everything together; Jungkook had other friends but the friendship between him and Taehyung was one that he used to believe was unbreakable. They had so much in common, and he was the one who introduced Jungkook to his love of music and art and dancing and for a while there, he was convinced that it was something he could see himself doing in the future. He was good at it, too.

He was so sure that this was what Mary meant when she said he was going to do great things someday— Jungkook wanted to share his passion for the arts with the world.

When he brought this up to his parents, however, those dreams were shut down before they could ever see the light of day.

“What, so you want to be an idol or something?” His father scoffs, shoving a mouthful of his steak past his lips.

“I– I don’t know…maybe, I could be?” Jungkook shrugs sheepishly. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me. They have auditions–”

His father laughs so hard, it makes Jungkook wince. “Absolutely not, that stuff is for sis–” His mother hits her husband’s arm, but doesn’t say anything to back her son up, either. He rubs his lips together, eyes glossing over as he nods, basking in the shame he only hoped wouldn’t come. It always did.

His father thought that he was a joke, that his dreams were comedic. He shouldn’t feel this hurt by it, he should already be used to it by now.

“Your future is already set, Jungkook. We already have money, success—what more could you ask for?” He says sternly. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”

Jungkook was glad to go away to college for three years after that. While he absolutely despised studying business, just like he thought that he would, at least he could escape the unrelenting grip his father had over his every move. He could pretend for a little while that he wasn’t going to stumble right back into his set reality the moment he graduated.

College was…okay. He met people, he dated; during those years he forgot about everything, all his heartaches and disappointments, college had finally allowed him to move on with his life for a while. Sometimes he would wonder about Mary, about Taehyung, but he had learnt to stop those thoughts before he could spiral over them. He made new friends, new memories. Things were okay.

His life now was still just okay. Maybe even a little less than on certain days.

His cock is soft by the time he leaves the shower. He can’t even masturbate right without being plagued with the responsibility of his job, or the misfortune of the luck he’s had in his life. This frustrated him beyond belief. Jungkook sometimes felt as if he could hardly so much as breathe correctly.

Work was busy; he had a lot of accountabilities these days, with the future of the company falling into his hands and all. His days were mostly full of meetings he hardly paid attention in, document after document that he had to sign, and often times, conferences to attend. None of which he ever truly gave a shit about. His father was old now, and with each duty that he had stepped down from meant that Jungkook had more of them to take on.

Today was a little different from other days, though— today Jungkook turned 30 years old.

He was getting older, and with each year that passed by him, the more he starts to loathe himself and this stupid little life his dad had set up for him. This wasn’t at all how he used to imagine his life to go when he was a little boy.

There were so many instances, so many times that Jungkook had given himself a pep talk, hyped himself up to stand up to his father; to tell him he was going to do whatever he pleased with his life, that it wasn’t up to him anymore.

But Jungkook couldn’t stand up to his father, no matter how hard he tried. He was a terrifying man, with strong beliefs and a resolve of steel. So, for the past seven years of Jungkook’s life, he’s been glued to the same grey and navy suits that he rotated between every week, and these stupidly expensive Italian leather shoes. He has become a shell of the human that he once was, and if anyone from his past were to see him now, they would probably wonder who stole the light from his eyes.

They weren’t so big anymore, he finally grew into his features, but now they were sullen and hollow with bags beneath them to signify the lethargy that slowly just became part of the norm for him.

The hope he used to hold onto was tarnished by the life he never wanted; his chance slipped away from him a long, long time ago, and at this point he only truly had himself to blame. He had so many chances, all of which he blew all because he was scared of his father making him feel small.

The numbification of Jeon Jungkook was slowly turning him into the same stoic, unfeeling man that his father is.

When he enters the office, he puts on the damn best pretend smile he’s ever smiled. His co-workers wish him a good morning; some ask how he slept, or if he’d like them to get him a coffee. Everything was normal.

None of them have mentioned anything about his birthday yet.

Strange, they wished him a happy birthday last year, and the year before that…

He shrugs it off for now, knowing he’d be too busy throughout his day to think too much about it anyway. Even if they did happen to wish him a happy birthday, he probably would just shoo them off or nod sharply like he normally did. Knowing the people he worked with, they probably have a surprise planned for him during lunch break; they’ve done something like this before. He’d never let them know that he really did appreciate these small gestures.

Just as he enters his office, his phone buzzes in the pocket of his blazer. He dumps his bag onto his chair, tapping every pocket on his suit until he finds it, fumbling with the device in his hands. He raises a brow, answering a call that he doesn’t quite expect to receive.

“Hey Dad.” He says casually.

“Yeah! Jungkook. How are you son?”

“Good, Dad. You doing alright?”

“Still haven’t grown out of asking me stupid questions, son, especially ones you know the answer to already.” He snickers dryly. His father’s humour has always been dry and sharp and, truthfully, just mean in his opinion. Still, Jungkook finds himself chuckling lightly anyway, having learnt that it was best to just go along with it, otherwise he’d get scolded.

He gets scolded no matter what he did, so what did it really matter, anyway?

“Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you got around to…”

His father goes off on a tangent about work, reminding him of all the things he needed to get done today. He hums and tells him yes, that he knows and that he has everything under control. He ends up having to mute the call midway to yawn freely, knowing that he wasn’t even able to do that in peace without his dad finding a reason to nag him for it; God forbid his overworked son was tired after spending the previous night dreaming about today’s work.

He’s glad when his father eventually wraps up the call. “Keep it up, and you’ll be just like your old man in the next 5 years.”

“…Thanks, Dad.” He can’t help the clipped way he responds to his father. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

He doesn’t even have it in him to let his father finish the word ‘bye’ before he ends the call.

It shouldn’t have been anything to be shocked about that his father didn’t wish him a happy birthday; it was expected from him. But that meant that his mother must not have said anything to him about his birthday, either.

That stung a little. His mother was usually good with his birthday’s.

He rubs away the sadness in his eyes— don’t let any of them see that you care.

Jungkook tries his best to swallow the lump forming in his throat, turning his focus to the screen of his laptop, ready to bury his emotions in his work like usual.

And then life will go on, as it so often does.

Jungkook sighs loudly, gently closing his laptop and stretching his arms above his head, cracking his neck. The day had come and gone so quickly that he hardly even remembers blinking and today was on the quieter side. He’s sure that by now that he had the posture of a bendy straw, being hunched over in his seat all day week after week like this. He packs his things into his satchel sluggishly before he leaves his office, hardly sparing a glance to those still sat at their desks, working overtime to feed their families or pay the rent.  

He checked his phone throughout the day only to be met with no notifications or texts. Just emails and other work things. He unlocks his phone and taps into his messages just in case they didn’t actually notify him, sometimes his phone did that, but still nothing; nothing from Jimin, or Rosie or Namjoon or Mingyu…sure, okay, that’s fine. Maybe they’re busy at work or something. They will probably text him later tonight. No big deal.

It's just another day, anyway; nothing special about it. He was too old now to be making a fuss over something so miniscule.

If someone were to ask him why he breaks down the moment he gets into his car, he couldn’t say. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn blue and hits his forehead against it as he erupts into pathetic choked sobs. Jungkook hasn’t cried this hard – or at all, really – for years.

Why does he care so much about it anyway? It really was just one big misunderstanding, and. Jungkook always said that his birthday was just another day, that he didn’t want anyone making a fuss over it; he didn’t mean that he wanted everyone to completely forget. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he could just text his friends and ask them to hang out, he’s sure it’ll click into place for them when his name pops up on their phone.

Jungkook was 30 now, and his friends had lives outside of him. He was probably just feeling the emotional weight of turning living through another decade. That was normal. A lot of people felt that way.

Maybe the reason he was crying had nothing to do with being 30 at all.

When he enters his dark apartment, he doesn’t feel relieved like he usually does at the end of the day. Jungkook feels even more anxious than he did when he was at work, and he can’t pinpoint the feeling. He’s always done something for his birthday; Mary used to make him cakes as a kid, Taehyung would buy him more games for them to play on the PlayStation together. He even remembers that time he returned to his dorm after a late class, she laying on his bed wearing a sexy cop outfit with a mini skirt that hardly covered her ass.

That was a great time.

“Hah!” His dry laugh echoes pathetically throughout his empty home, recalling some of those memories— they only make him feel worse.

He kicks the door shut and tosses his keys onto the kitchen counter before shuffling into his room to drops his bag onto his gaming chair. Jungkook ruffles his hair that’s still a little sticky with gel and he cringes because he hates when his hair is stiff and crunchy. He really needs to get a brand that didn’t do that. He gets into the shower right away to wash it out.

When he’s done changing into comfortable clothes, he slumps onto his couch and flicks on the television. He sighs deeply, scrolling through the Uber Eats app on his phone. His stomach grumbles. Did he eat anything today? He had that sandwich– wait, no that was yesterday. All he’s had today is about four poorly made coffees. No wonder his stomach his growling at him right now.

The moment he spots something that sounds good, just before he taps on the restaurant his phone dies on him. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, met with the reflection of himself through the black screen of his phone. His glasses are low on his nose, his hair is still slightly damp and sticking out in all different directions, he looks terrible, and even worse— he thinks that he looks old.

“What the hell are you doing, Jungkook?” He scoffs at himself. “Great, now you’re talking to yourself, that’s just…great.”

He sits there in thought, alone, pondering. He could stay here and watch late night television and fall asleep on the couch, or he could go to bed early where his charger awaits him.

Or he could put on his sneakers and go to the pub; the local one with the double fried fries and the greasiest, freshest cheeseburgers…his mouth was absolutely watering now.

He forces himself off the couch with a groan, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his keys off the counter. The moment he locks his apartment he’s met with the welcomed air of the corridors, it already feels fresher than the air in his apartment, cramped and small.

It’s even better when the cool night’s breeze hits his face when he steps outside. He smiles a little, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks down the street. All that he can think about is that damn burger, and how happy it was going to make him. He’s gotten to the age that these types of simple pleasures were enough to make Jungkook smile when everything else in the world seemed so glum.

Jungkook found it a little funny that the local place was empty apart from the bartender. She looked a little bored wiping down the bar that already seemed to look squeaky clean, and there’s music softly playing in the background that creates a calm ambience along with the low lights.

“Oh, hey– hello! Can I help you, Sir?” You beam at him, looking up the moment you hear the little bell above the door go off.

The man by the door seems tired. He looks young, like he’s in his mid to late 20’s at most. His hair is a little shaggy and the he frames of his glasses are thin and silver, the lenses are round in a way that compliments his expressive eyes. He’s dressed in a dark grey, oversized hoodie and black sweats and chunky sneakers to match.

He must’ve been hungry, he didn’t seem like he was coming for a drink, but maybe you were just over-analysing now. You stop the pesky habit while you’re ahead.

Jungkook’s first thought is that the bartender was young; not so young that you weren’t familiar with the trials and tribulations that came with reality, but not old enough that you’ve lost hope trying to navigate your way through it all. Not like him.

Another giveaway was that you welcomed him brightly, spirits high even on a night where nobody walked into the joint, which meant you’d get no tips tonight on top of a very poor pay to begin with. It was a Monday night after all, and most places were a little slow with business at the beginning of the week.

“Sorry, um, is your kitchen opened tonight?” He asks, walking further into the place, closer to you.

The smile on your face falls slowly at your realisation. “Oh!…oh, I’m real sorry, Sir, kitchen just closed up about a half hour ago.”

You look far more saddened to reveal this to him than he was to hear it. “Nobody usually comes for dinner here on Monday’s, so they usually just pack up early…”

“Ah, I see.” He smacks his lips and nods, slowly turning on his heel. “It’s alright, thank you anyway–”

You watch him drag his feet back toward the door with his shoulders slightly lowered, he huffs as he reaches for the handle.

Something inside of your heart tells you not to let him walk away yet.

“I have cake!”

Jungkook stops, his hand is already on the door when you exclaim this. The thump of your boots sound heavy against the floorboards, hurrying your way around the bar to reveal the fact that bartenders did in fact have legs.

His eyes flicker to your doc martens, they’re well taken care of, but he can tell they’re loved in because there’s a crease around the cap where your foot naturally bends.

“I can’t cook as well as the chef, but we have cake! And I think I can manage a grilled cheese?” You lift your shoulders to your ears, looking hopeful that he’ll accept your offer. He tilts his head and his brows twitch inward, but his features remain unreadable. “What do you say?”

This was your first customer of the night, and most likely your last.

They always gave you the Monday shifts because nobody else wanted them. Business was dying, it wasn’t a popular pub to begin with, it was old and run down and new places opened up around the area often. You still take one for the team because you didn’t mind since you still got paid, albeit only a little, to spend time at work alone. The hours dragged one, sure, but Monday nights at the pub had slowly begun to grow on you.

You could be as loud as you wanted to be, listen to the music that you wanted to listen to, and you could even pretend to be whoever it was you wanted to be— the possibilities are endless when you’re left alone with your imagination.

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out at first. The words are caught in his throat because the look you’re giving him right now is hard to say no to; you’re bouncing, chewing on your bottom lip with a hopeful look in your eyes.

There was something interesting about you right off the bat, the way you carried yourself, the way you were excited to see a stranger; but it’s ultimately the sparkle in your eyes that catches his attention, something he hasn’t seen in a person in a very, very long time.

He tells himself that he says yes because you offered him cake.

“Yeah, uh, that sounds great, actually it’s my–” He lowers his hand and shoves them back into his hoodie pockets, taking bashful strides back toward you. “Thank you, uh…”

“Y/N.” You flash him a teeth-baring grin that makes him look down for a moment.

That smile.

It was…familiar.

“Right. Thank you, Y/N.”

You stumble backward, ushering him to sit on one of the bar stools. “Sit, sit! Do you do sweet before savoury or savoury before sweet?”

“Dessert before dinner is kind of a crime, don’t you think?” He sucks a breath through his teeth, meek in his words.

“Totally!” You call out to him as you disappear through a door in the back. Only a few seconds pass by before he hears you shouting to him from beyond the doors. “I agree, it’s psychopathic!”

Jungkook chuckles endearingly; you were a character for sure.

You return a few minutes later out of breath, some hairs are falling from your loose ponytail and sticking to your face. “Gosh it is so hot back there.” You huff. “Sorry, it won’t take long.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m not in a hurry or anything.” He shrugs.

You smile, leaning your elbows against the server’s side of the bar. “Good.” You smile. “And what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t.” He raises his brow, were you flirting? No, you’re just being nice. God, Jungkook hasn’t done this in a while. He clears his throat. “Uh, Jungkook.” He interlocks his fingers, resting them on the counter that creates distance between you and him. He starts to fiddle with his thumbs when he feels your eyes scanning over him, as if getting to know the features on his face that set him apart from other’s.

Your lips twitch up slightly, and you hum. “Let me get you that sandwich.” You say quietly, disappearing into the back again.

Jungkook suddenly feels nervous, he exhales through puckered lips and wipes his clammy hands against his thighs as he takes in the surroundings of the empty space. It’s rather homey, with dark wood-like interior that gave it an old-timey tavern vibe. There was nothing modern about this place.

It wasn’t his first time here – obviously, because ever since he tried that burger every other burger in the world was ruined for him forever – but he’s never been here on a Monday night, not when there was no one here. There was always at least two or three other people in here, quiet chatter melding naturally with the soft music.

“Calm down.” He murmurs to himself. He just met you, of course you weren’t flirting, you were just being friendly because that was a part of your job. That pretty smile of yours was definitely just a trained customer service smile, one that’s made to fish tips out of lonely men such as himself. If this was true, then he was falling for it headfirst. How could he not when you looked at him like he was the most interesting person you’ve encountered all week.

Your return saves him from spiralling any further. His stomach grumbles at the smell of toasted bread and melted cheese. This was a meal he was no stranger to. “Here.” You slide the plate in front of him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you, I didn’t wanna break anything.”

He shakes his head, already taking a bite out of the sandwich. “This is fine.” He says through a mouthful of food. He should have swallowed his food before speaking, he must look like a slob. His cheeks turn red when you giggle at him.

“Can I get you a drink?” You offer him, grabbing the rag off the bench.

“Waters fine.” He mumbles shyly.

“Not a drinker, huh?”

“No, no I definitely am.” He snorts. “Just…not really in the mood tonight, I guess.”

“That’s cool, I get that.” You nod as your eyes inspect him closely again, leaning your hip on the edge of the bench. He looks away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You exhale an amused breath from your nose before you turn away from him, grabbing the cool bottle of water from the fridge. “So cute.” You say to yourself under your breath.

So, you were giving him the eyes after all. He hadn’t been sure, didn’t want to get his own hopes up with assumptions. Truthfully, it made him even more nervous to learn that his instinct was correct. He hasn’t flirted with anyone like this since he was in college. Fuck, you yourself looked like you were probably still in college.

God, what were you doing being interested in someone like him? Jungkook pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit.

“So, Jungkook.” You pop the class beside him, filling it up with the chilled water. “Coming from work tonight?”

Small talk. He can manage this, he thinks.

“Yeah, yeah…”

Or maybe not.

Not when rest your elbow against the table in front of him again, cheek against your fist, fluttering your lashes at him like that. There’s a pretty girl showing interest in him, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

It wasn’t that people haven’t tried courting him over the years; he doesn’t want to brag because it truthfully has happened quite a few times, especially when they find out who his father is and how much money he has. That was the issue though, he didn’t care for ingenuine people. Jungkook still clung to the idea of finding something real. Call him old fashioned, or naïve, but it was just about the only thing he had that wasn’t decided for him.

Jungkook wasn’t an easy person to love, and he was okay with admitting that now. It was partially why he has avoided dating altogether.

You rub your lips together, tapping the table awkwardly. “No small talk, got it.” You slide off the table, ready to leave him to eat in peace.

“No!” He protests a little more enthusiastically than he intends to. You raise your brow at him. “Sorry, I– I’m just…shit, geez – I’m just a little nervous–”

You fold your arms over your chest, biting your bottom lip to hide a smile. “Nervous?”

Jungkook wants to slap his palm against his forehead, but he gawks at you with parted lips instead, eyes growing wide. Well, he can’t take it back now. “I…yeah.” He shrugs. “You’re a very pretty girl, and you’re being really nice to me.”

“Is that all it takes Jungkook?” You laugh. “I just have to smile and use my manners?”

“I guess so.” He crinkles his nose, looking down at the sandwich in his hands. “It’s just been a while, for me, I mean. Haven’t…done this in a while.” He twirls it around to bite a new corner of crust off the edge. He’s been eating off the crust since he got it, and it tells you a little more about him without you having to ask him any boring questions. You keep this in the back of your pocket; you think it could be important to remember someday; it was a useless piece of information, but meaningful all at the same time.

You save him further embarrassment by nodding instead of asking him to elaborate. You understood, you know what he meant, you didn’t need to push.

You leave him to let him eat the rest of it without you looming over his shoulder and making him blush. Even though you really, really want to.

Here’s what you knew about the cute guy sitting at the bar so far: His name was Jungkook, he was fumbly and shy and had a soft and genuine smile. He liked to dress in baggy clothes outside of work, and he seemed to be searching for something; you can see a sadness in his eyes, in the way he carries himself that he can’t seem to shake. It doesn’t go away just because he laughs or smiles.

You grab the last slice of the vanilla and pistachio mud cake in the chiller, the one you were saving later for yourself. You don’t even mind, usually you would. Without thinking too much of it, you take the pack of candles off the shelf and put one into the slice, bringing the flame from the lighter to the wax.

There was no mistaking it; you were so sure he lit up a little when you mentioned that you had cake, how he looked back at you with shiny eyes. The way he stopped his thought halfway only made it certain for you. He sure as hell didn’t turn back for the measly grilled cheese he was currently nibbling away at just outside.

You could tell he wanted someone to notice, even if he didn’t explicitly disclose that he did. Lucky for him, you noticed him the moment you locked eyes with him.

Maybe you were wrong, maybe he naturally had a pouty face and slightly bad posture. Maybe his dark under eyes were hereditary; you’d rather do this and laugh with him about how totally wrong you were about it, than to let him suffer in silence. It’s the people pleaser in you, probably. Either way, making him laugh would still be a win in your books. You didn’t care about getting a little embarrassed in the process, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Hey, Y/N? Sorry to trouble you but could I get a nap–” The sight of you carefully carrying a slice of cake in your hands distracts him momentarily. He furrows his brows when he notices the lit candle on top. “–kin...”

Jungkook’s chest tightens, watching you place the cake in front of him as you sing the traditional birthday song for him.

“Oh, wow.” He stares dumbfounded at the cake before finally looking up at you.

“Shit, I knew it. It’s not your birthday, is it?” You chuckle awkwardly.

“No, it is…I was just wondering if you were a mind reader.” He flashes you a crooked smile. You slump over with a relieved sigh.

“Phew.” You wipe the fake sweat off your brow. “That would’ve been very embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

You were observant. You read him like a picture book, even if he was a stranger to you. That was rare.

“Your singing was nice.” He says after a time of silence.

“Please, anyone can sing happy birthday.” You roll your eyes, pushing the plate further toward him.

“No, really. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He grins widely, you can tell his teasing you now.

“Sure, you did.” You snort. “Are you gonna make a wish?”

He looks down at the tiny flame that sways on top of the cake. “Oh.” He looks up at you to find you rocking back and forth in anticipation. “Yeah, sure.”

He hums, looking up in thought as he wracks his brain.

“The world is your oyster, Jungkook.” You remind him.

Every day, Jungkook wished for his life to be different. He prayed to a god he didn’t even believe in to begin with each night, hoping that he’d wake up and everything would be different for him. That he didn’t feel so blue, that he wasn’t so complicated, that he wasn’t so sensitive. For once, Jungkook wanted to be happy.

This time, he wishes for something else.

I wish that I can finally get my fairytale ending.

He closes his eyes, lightly blowing out the candle. He blinks slowly back up at you to find a fond smile on your lips. “I hope that it comes true, whatever it is.”

He laughs softly. “I doubt it, just something stupid.”

“There’s no such thing as a stupid wish.”

“You’re awfully positive.” He observes, narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re not a serial killer?”

You push the plate a little closer to him, leaving his question unanswered. “This one’s my favourite.” You tell him, handing him a fork from beneath the counter.

When Jungkook takes a bite, he hums the second the flavours hit his tongue. “Oh my god.” He does it again, speaks with a mouthful of food. You don’t mind, in fact, you found it endearing. “This is fucking delicious.”

Jungkook only notices you staring at the cake when he’s halfway done with it. He frowns. “Ah, sorry, uh...did you want to share?”

A little small part inside of your mind answers yes, you did want some. You love this cake, but Jungkook didn’t have to know that, and he needed it more than you did right now.

You decline. “S’for you.”

What you didn’t realise is that you weren’t the only one sitting here that was good at reading people.

He pushes the plate with the rest of the cake toward you. “Chivalry lives.” You joke dryly with a dramatic gasp. “You must drive your girlfriend mad with how nice you are.”

“Hm?” He lifts a brow at you.

He knew this trick, the not-so-subtle thing that girls would do to try and figure out if a guy had a girlfriend or not without having to ask. Jungkook is a little surprised that you’re using said trick on him.  

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” You try, but he shakes his head. “Good, ’cause they’d be getting some words from me for leaving you alone on your birthday.” You joke, pointing at him with the light-hearted threat. “And with a pretty bartender, no less.”

“Did you just call yourself pretty?”

“What, you don’t think so?” You pout jokingly, blinking quickly at him.

He slides the cake away and leans forward, a surge of confidence taking over. Just for a moment. “I already told you, I think you’re very pretty.”  

You hum, holding the mischievous glint in his eye for a moment, content with his answer and the sudden boldness. So, he wasn’t all sweater paws and fluffy hair. There’s more to Jungkook than what you see on the outside and that made him all the more interesting. “How old are you this year, 24? 25?”

“Pssh, judging by that answer, I think you know that I’m older than that.”

You truly had no idea, his curiosity peaks when your face falls. “No, I really did think– wait how old are you?”

“30.”

“No shit.” You laugh. “You really don’t look a day over 25.”

“You’re just being silly, now.”

“You calling me silly? Yeah, that is giving old.” You scrunch your features, laughing at the scowl on his face that comes after.

“So, you must be in college, right?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, cutting you off before you can. “Wait! No, let me guess…22?”

“Now you’re the one being overly polite.” You snort, shaking your head, “I’m 26.”

Jungkook forms an ‘o’ shape with his lips. “That’s…still young.”

You grimace at his unconvincing tone. “Okay, well, you’re literally 30, so.”

This time when he laughs, he really laughs; it comes from his chest, and he throws his head back when the sound comes out. It’s a little squeaky, in a sweet yet dorky way, and his eyes disappear into crescent moons when he does. He seemed so much less sullen than he did when he first entered the pub, and you were glad for that, but the deep bags beneath those deep chocolate eyes of his didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Is it really always like this on a Monday?” He asks when the playful mood settles into a comfortable silence.

“Yup.” You nod slowly. “But it’s not so bad. Actually, I kind of like doing these shifts.”

“But it’s so…”

“Quiet? Empty? Yeah, but that’s exactly why it’s fun; it’s the perfect place to play pretend.” You speak with such passion, hopping up onto the counter to sit on. “I can do what I want, be who I want. No one’s around to judge me.”

Jungkook fidgets with the frames on his face before he looks up at you. “What do you mean?” He asks, intrigued.

“Just because we aren’t kids anymore, doesn’t mean we can’t play pretend.” You simplify. “You seem like you need a little bit of that in your life.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means.” You roll your eyes, hopping off the table and to the stereo to turn the volume up a little more, not so loud that the people walking by could hear, but just enough to understand the lyrics. You rush around the bar counter and reach for his arm, tugging him off the stool. “That you’ve forgotten how to have fun.”

You lead him toward the middle of the room. “Dance with me?” The song is slow, an acoustic and airy tune. The singer’s voice deceives him, makes it sound like a love song, but when he really listens the lyrics don’t talk about love. Instead, they’re asking him what is it that he’s so afraid of.

What wasn’t he afraid of?

He can tell you what he was afraid of right now; he’s afraid of the delight in your eyes when he appeases you, and the fact that you make him stumble over his words. The way you make it hard to look at you without blushing because he can’t believe you were showing interest in him; he was like a grey cloud that that took up too much space in the sky alongside the sunshine. Of course to him you were the sunshine, but you didn’t seem to be bothered by his presence one bit.

He’s been well acquainted with the feeling he gets being face-to-face with you like this, and he knows how much it hurts once that feeling ends— these are the things that he’s afraid of right now.

The actual list goes would go on for days.

Jungkook scoffs at himself when he snakes his hands around your waist, and you do a giddy little dance at his acceptance, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“I knew you had it in you.” Your grin is cheesy when you look up at him, as you start to sway with him. You let the music lead you, and it’s peaceful; your head itches to rest itself on his chest with how natural it feels to have him slow dance with you like this. You hold back your urges; in fear you’ll scare him off. He was already shy enough as it was, you were surprised he was dancing with you at all.

He surprises you when he steps away, sliding his hands along your arms to stretch them out in front of you, turning you around before pulling you back into his chest. You squeal, stumbling around and laughing when your back bounces against his chest a little harder than he intends, he lets out a small ‘oof’, but still manages to steady you with his strong hands.

“Alright, now you’re just showing off, pack it up prince charming.”

Jungkook chuckles as he moves with you with a little more confidence, twirling you around again with your hand above your head, returning to your first position. When his harm hands return to your waist he sighs, his eyes shining with melancholy. Did you say something wrong?

You clear your throat, “You know, I always hoped that I would meet a prince someday.”

Jungkook pinches his brows together, snorting in amusement. “Trust me, I’m nothing of the sort.”

“Hm. Well, you’re handsome like one, and you slow dance like one.” You hum in thought, feigning innocence. “To me, you’re just like a prince.”

“You really aren’t very subtle Y/N.”

“Subtle about what?” You tilt your head, your hand sliding up his neck, your nails lightly scraping the nape. Jungkook sighs, he can feel the goosebumps raising on his skin from your touch.

“The fact that you’re into me.” He says quietly, meeting your gaze.

“Hm.” You swipe your tongue along your bottom lip when his eyes flicker to them. “What’s your favourite fairytale?” You question him suddenly.

“Uh…” You throw him for a loop; he scrambles his brain for an answer. To be honest, he doesn’t really know if he has one. You wait with bated breath for him to reply, though. He ends up picking one at the top of his head. “I don’t know, Sleeping Beauty, maybe?”

“A Disney classic.” You nod slowly. “What do you like about it?”

“Well, like you said, it’s a classic.” He starts, looking past you into nothing as he tries to reacquaint himself with the story. “It’s adventurous, hopeful, a little sweet; the prince yearns for Aurora, fights for her, saves her, and they live happily in the end.”

“So, you’re the wholesome type.” You observe with a lifted brow. “You want a happy ending.”

“Don’t we all?” His voice comes out in barely a whisper, like he’s struggling to stay above his emotions.

“So, are you Aurora or are you the prince?”  

Jungkook rolls his shoulders in slight discomfort, and his fingers twitch against your waist. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to keep fighting, or are you wanting someone to fight for you?”

Jungkook’s taken aback by your question, and he doesn’t know how to answer it. He opens and shuts his mouth in his apparent struggle, so you ask him another question. “Are you okay, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, fine.” His words come out a little too quickly, far too easily. Like it’s his default.   

You’re not buying it. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Your fingers dance along his shoulder soothingly.

“You, me, everyone else, probably.” Jungkook huffs an unamused breath. “I don’t know.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you seem like you deserve it.”

“Deserve what?”

“For someone to fight for you.” You say easily. “Someone who makes love feel easy, like it’s simple.”

“Are you offering?” Jungkook jokes.

There’s a lopsided, downturned smile on your lips, averting his gaze as your cheeks turn rosy when you shrug. You gasp when you look back up at him.

When did your face get so close to his? Probably when you subconsciously rise onto the tips of your boots, so you’d be more level with him.

Jungkook furrows his brow, and he stands still when you peer up into his widening doe-eyes. His lips part so slightly that it causes your eyes to flicker to them, when you notice the small beauty mark beneath his bottom lip for the first time.

He lowers his face even closer, and you tilt your head ever so slightly, your eyes just about to close as the space between you grows smaller and smaller.

A dull bang sounds through the pub, and it pulls the both of you out of the moment. The room starts to shake, making you both look around in confusion. Jungkook’s hands only tighten around your waist when fall back down onto your feet.

“What the hell?” You murmur, turning around to face the crooked painting on the wall, walking toward it to straighten it out. When you reach for it the room shakes a little harsher than last time, causing you to stumble to the side. Jungkook races toward you, his hand hovering over your lower back as you steady yourself against a cabinet.

“Are you alright?” He breathes out in worry, and you nod, too stunned to say anything.

The low rumbling from earlier returns, and you grip onto his arm, panting in distress as you watch the pub turn upside down at the mysterious, unexplainable activity.

Your fearful eyes dart around the room, watching the glasses on the wall begin to fall and shatter, the chairs and tables sliding across the floors.

“Shit, my boss is gonna kill me— those are vintage!” You say in a panicked whine.

“You’re worried about the cups!?” He shouts over the noise, looking at you with bewilderment.

“Yes, I’m worried about the cups!” You retort.

The wooden floorboards begin to crackle beneath you, watching in horror the wood bends and begins to sink inward.

Both you and Jungkook are too mortified and confused to speak, and you cling to him when everything in the pub flies toward the newly opened hole in the ground, sucking all its contents down into the void like a magnet.

“I didn’t even say goodbye to Mittens today!” You cry loudly. “I don’t wanna die!”

“I’m not gonna let you die, alright?” He doesn’t have to shout for you to hear him say it.

Before you can think, the force grows stronger, and it drags your feet across the room. Jungkook catches your hand just in time, but it only sends him tumbling forward, causing you both to fall to the floor. In a split moment, you’re both being sucked down into the mysterious hole, and you shut your eyes so tight as if to will the moment to be one big, extravagant nightmare.

The commotion comes to an abrupt end once the two of you vanish into the ground— it was as the two of you had never existed in this lifetime.

You brace yourself as your fall, awaiting the impact of colliding into the ground that never does come. After shivering and whimpering for a few moments, you only feel grass beneath your fingers as you hold your eyes closed.  

“Are…you okay?”

You tilt your head before you open your eyes to see Jungkook. He’s staring back at you as you blink wildly at him.

The first thought that you have is that he glows prettily beneath the sun that beats down on the both of you, lightening his dark coloured eyes and bringing out a honey colour in them. His hair is neatly combed over and a little floppy due its softness. His eyes still sparkled in the same way, lips pouting in worry for your wellbeing, especially when you take your time to answer him. You’re both on your hands and knees, and he tilts his head when you say nothing, only staring dumbfounded at him.

The glasses that he wore before are gone, and you find yourself already missing the way he fiddles with them when he’s nervous. When you come back down to earth, you rise to your knees to sit on your calves.

You immediately cover your amused smile with your hand when the rest of him is revealed, stifling your laughter. “What–” You giggle, a small snort coming out of your nose. “What are you wearing?”

Jungkook looks down with a frown, looking just as confused when he realises that he’s no longer wearing his hoodie and sweats from before. “What the fuck?”

“Nice tailcoat, prince charming.” You snicker.

“Okay, well, you’re literally wearing a–oh.” You stand up and dust yourself off, revealing the soiled white dress with a brown bodice. “Um.”

You lift the skirts of your old-looking dress, revealing your beat-up boots. You look toward the nicely kept ones Jungkook were wearing; they sat just below his knees, and they were black with gold detailing. The black trousers he wears are tucked into them; a simple cream coloured tunic compliments his broad shoulders. He looks like he belongs in a fairytale.

“Oh wow, you really have a way with words, Jungkook.” You snort.

“Sorry, that’s not what I– I’m just…what are we wearing?”  He furrows his brow. “And where the hell are we?”

You attempt to get up and walk but you stumble in your haste, and he’s at your side quickly to hold your arms, helping you to steady your balance. You use the time resting against him to take a better look at your surroundings.

Right now, all you see is grass and field, but when you look over your shoulder there is an entire town on the horizon, and behind that town is a large stone-build castle. White and gold flags are littered around the large building, swaying proudly in the wind. The highest point reaches just beneath the clouds. Jungkook follows your gaze, and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Woah.” He marvels. “Is that a castle?”

You turn around to look at him, smirking triumphantly. “I knew it.” You poke at his chest, drawing his attention back to you. He flinches, rubbing the spot you jabbed. “I knew you were a prince.”

“What? I’m not–”

“What did you wish for Jungkook?” You take a step toward him, and he takes one back. “You wished for something interesting, what is it?”

“You can’t just tell someone what you wish for, it wouldn’t come…” His body slowly slumps with guilt when the realisation hits him, “…true.”

You fold your arms over your chest, lifting a brow.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I see.” Jungkook clears his throat. “I wished…I wished for a fairytale ending.” He murmurs the last two words, embarrassment shading his face bright red.

“A fairytale ending?” You frown, letting your arms fall. “Ending as in…oh, so we’re gonna be stuck here forever, cool cool.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What? No, that can’t– I have work tomorrow, ah shit, I have things to do!” He starts to pace, scratching the back of his head in a nervous tick. “My dad is going to kill me, what the hell am I gonna do?” He mutters under his breath.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” When you grab his wrist to stop him, he does and looks at you, the panic in his eyes beginning to dissipate when he sees your soft smile. “At least we’re here together?” You try, shrugging sheepishly. “I’ll help you figure this out, don’t panic just yet. There’s probably a reason why we’re here; I’m sure once we figure it out, we can go back home.”

You were right, he wasn’t alone, and you were here with him. That made things less daunting for sure, and knowing himself, he’d probably be hyperventilating in the middle of nowhere if you weren’t. Your optimism calms him down like you hope it would.

“For what it’s worth, I still think you’re really pretty.”

You look down at your rags for clothing before you scoff at him. “An indentured servant that lives on the streets is your type, then?”

Jungkook parts his lips to rebut, but you cut him off. “You’re a prince now, Jungkook a real one.” You grip his shoulders and shake him; your smile is a strange mixture of excitement for him and slight disappointment; he sees it the moment you smile a little bit too big for a little too long. You step away from him when he doesn’t answer, searching your features for more answers.

“Your highness!”  From beyond the field a woman calls. At first Jungkook doesn’t really react, but your eyes grow big; you slap his chest and cock your head in the direction of the woman that’s approaching the both of you with shortened breaths. “Goodness, your highness! I have been searching all over–”

“Mary?” You furrow your brows, squinting as you walk by him and toward the woman.

At the name, Jungkook freezes, and he can’t find himself to turn around just yet. Mary. Maybe it’s a different Mary that you know? If that was true…then why would someone that has nothing to do with him be doing here in his wish?

Your older sibling sighs, her dress is cleaner and prettier and is a purply-wine colour; her hair is done up neatly in a braided bun. Her attire is far nicer and more elegant than the rags on your body. You look as if you’ve been rolling in the mud.

“Sister, you shouldn’t be seen alone with the little prince, you know what people will say!”

“Little prince?” Jungkook whispers to himself. He turns around slowly, already shaking on the inside because that was definitely her— that was Mary’s voice, and that was the very thing she once called him when he was younger, and when he turns around to see her, the sight of her takes his breath away. “Mary?”

His voice is too quiet for her to notice, busy talking to you with a firm tone that he’s never heard used on himself. Mary was always gentle and patient. This expression of disappointment looked new on her once forgiving features.

“Just because I am his handmaiden, does not make it okay for you to frolic through meadows with him, Y/N.” She scolds you quietly, and you’re taken aback by her stern demeanour. “You must remember your place.”

You scoff in offence at her words. “My place? ”

She ignores you then, and looks over your shoulder at Jungkook, who is looking between you and the first woman he ever loved.

“Your highness.” Mary bows at Jungkook, “We must go, your father calls upon you.” The politeness in which she treats Jungkook with makes your face fall, a stark difference to the scolding you just received from her.

You’ve always been close with your sister, but seeing her now, she seemed frustrated with your presence. While she was always an overprotective sister, and you’ve had your fair share of squabbles and fights, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her and to meet again this way truthfully hurts you a little. To think you were about to hug her and tell her that you’ve missed her. You scoff again, shaking your head.

Jungkook obeys her wordlessly, looking at you with furrowed brows as he stumbles by you and toward his…Mary.

“Jung–” Your sister throws you a sharp look, as if to forbid you from finishing his name. “I can’t even call him by his name?”  

“Go home, little sister.”

“But Jungkook–”

“Go.” You know that tone, the one she only ever used when she was furious.

You turn with a huff, trudging through the thick, green grass mumbling curses to your sister under your breath. You don’t even know where you’re going, you only turn further away from the castle and the town that Mary and Jungkook make their way back toward. You stop mid track, looking back over your shoulder one last time at them, and sure enough, Jungkook is doing the same. He shares with you a sorrowful smile that only lasts a second.

“We’ll find each other, don’t worry.” He mouths to you from afar, flashing you a nervous closed-lipped smile.

He disappears behind the hill with your sister, and you’re left in the middle of nowhere, in a land that you never even knew existed in the first place.

This should be a dream come true. Everyone has wished at least once in their lives that they could live in a fantasy land like this; to be a prince or a princess, to be someone important and loved, but this isn’t quite your fate, it seemed. This was Jungkook’s story, not yours, and by the looks of things, you were here to hang back in the sidelines with no real purpose to his story other than to be his escort.

You’re surprised Jungkook goes with her so easily, looking at her as if he knew her, that her presence was a comfort to him. You frown at this, wondering if he knew her from somewhere. Where would he have known your sister from?

Did Jungkook like older women?

“Why do you even care, Y/N.” You throw your skirts up in frustration, plopping down beside a large tree that hides you from the blaring morning sun.

You lean back against the tree’s thick trunk, looking down at the dirt hiding beneath your fingernails. You recoil at the state of them “Gross.” this was such a huge pet peeve of yours. “Ugh…” You dig some of the dirt from underneath your nails before you look down the hill to spot them again. You can just hear the echoes of Mary laughing at something Jungkook says, and he smiles radiantly at her when she does. You try to push down the strange feeling that swirls around in your gut at the sight of them together.

“How do you know him…” You wonder to yourself out loud, eyes narrowed in their direction.

Mary was the type of older sister that you looked up to when you were a little girl. Once upon a time, you thought she was perfect, that she had it all. She had boys at her feet, a plan for her future, got a well-paying job early on and saved her own money. It helped that she really liked her job, too, she always came home and told you all about her day with the little boy she babysat.

You remember how fondly she spoke of him, and how she felt terribly for him; his parents were never around, and it was the reason she told you to never take your mother and father for granted. This poor little boy was the reason that Mary told you to hug your mother and father tightly every night before you slept, and to thank them for taking care of you. To this day, you still do this every time you see them, and it has always been worth it to see the twinkle in their eyes when you do.

She never did tell you that little boy’s name.

You eventually head down the hill in the direction they went earlier, after you’ve allowed yourself to calm the slight frustration that you sister caused in you. There’s a small bridge that leads you into the streets of the town. You enter cautiously, frowning because the town is dull and colourless.

The townspeople that surround you are sullen as they work for a shilling enough to buy bread for supper to give to their children, begging passersby to purchase from their stalls. You look on with horror as you walk further down the filthy streets, a mother with a wailing baby pushed past you, her own tears streaming down her face as she hushes the child close to her chest.

Women with dresses that looked like yours wandered around and lingered around the men who looked like they had money, and they would look over their shoulders in shame when they would relent to their calculated seduction.

This was no fairytale.

You think about Jungkook hoping that wherever he was now was nicer than here, and for a brief moment, you find yourself curious as to what he’d make of all of this. You realise that the town has nothing to do with him and his story, just as you had nothing to do with it.

“Y/N!” Someone unfamiliar calls your name, and you turn to search for the culprit. A tall man with dark hair and a boxy smile wave at you, his newsboy cap in hand. He weaves through the people to reach you.  “Good morning.” This stranger is awfully eager to see you.

“Hello…?”

“Have you hit your head?” He jokes. “It’s me, Taehyung.”

“Tae–” You shake your head, not recognising this name. “You know what, I think I did hit my head.”

“Let’s get you into the taverns and fetch you a drink then, yes?” He barely gives you an option, dragging you away through the town and further away from Jungkook.

Jungkook enters the large castle in foot of the poised woman that hurried through the corridors. She holds her skirts up as to not step on them, and he struggles to keep her pace even though she is wearing heeled boots. He stumbles over his own footing, distracted as he looks over the inside of the castle with awe.

“So, what does my dad want?”

Mary looks over her shoulder, baffled by his casual tone. “I do not know, he seemed to be adamant about speaking to you.”

“To yell at me for something, probably.” Jungkook scoffs under his breath. “I thought this was meant to be a fairytale…”

“Apologies, what was that you said, your highness?”  

“Never mind.” He sighs. She turns and looks ahead once again. It felt like the halls were winding and never-ending. Jungkook thinks he would find it very exhausting to live in a castle, he wouldn’t know what to do with all this space, coming from a small one-bedroom apartment in the city of Seoul.

“Can I ask you something?”

“But of course your highness, you may do as you wish— you are the prince.”  

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “…Right, well,” he clears his throat, “Why can’t I be seen with Y/N, exactly?”

His question causes Mary stop in her tracks, turning her head but not quite looking at him. “You know why.” She says quietly, before turning to face him. “My sister is a dirty commoner girl with no respect or manners, and she lacks work ethic–”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Jungkook furrows his brow. “Excuse me? Are you not her sister? Does that not also make you a commoner?”

“I work in the castle; I am not a commoner.”

“Jesus, wow. I honestly didn’t expect this from you, Mary.” He scoffs, muttering under his breath. “I guess I was completely wrong about you.”

His words sting her, but she hides this with a scowl. “And you are still the same reckless little boy who is careless and just as disrespectful as her!”

 “Your sister is much nicer than you are, you know?” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “What does my dad want to talk to me about anyway, he’s the king, don’t tell me he’s retiring in this world as well.”

“This is nothing to jest over, your highness.” Mary grits through her teeth. “Your father is ill, and you know that he has no control over that.”

“What do you mean? My dad is sick?” He shakes his head in denial. “No, that isn’t true; the last time I saw him he seemed perfectly fine.”

“A king never shows that he is weak— you of all people should know this.” Jungkook blinks at Mary, taking in her hard-hitting words. “You may not yet be the king, but you still have a duty, one in which thousands of lives rely on you to protect them and their home in this kingdom once your father is gone.”

“I…I can’t do that, I’m literally just…I just work in an office– I’m...I’m not even meant to be here!” He holds his hands up next to his head defensively in his outburst, suddenly overwhelmed with this new reality. Even in a fake reality, he can’t escape the shadow of his father.  

“How long has he been sick?”

“Almost two years now, your highness, you know that.”

“Can we…go and see him now?”

“Yes, of course.” Her features soften in a fleeting moment that reminds him of the girl he once knew.

Jungkook nearly steps on Mary’s skirts in his hurried steps the rest of the way there, feeling as if he was running out of time. She doesn’t scold him for it, doesn’t even spare him a glance, her fists tighten against the material of her skirts when she hears him sniffle.

Once his governess, and now his handmaiden, Mary cared deeply for the boy who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved and to do so freely, without the burden of duty getting in his way.

Mary saw the way Jungkook looked at her younger sister, how the love that he had in his heart for you grew slowly, surely and all at once. His feelings are the reason why she had been so harsh with you in the first place, only trying to shield you from what might become of you if his parents discovered that he preferred to spend his days with a reckless woman with no direction in her life – and worst of all – a woman who wasn’t a princess.

A prince and a girl that worked in the taverns serving beer to smelly, lowly, old men? That wasn’t the type of woman Jungkook’s parents wanted for him, and they’ve been adamant about that since the beginning.

Before becoming the prince’s governess, Mary was a baker. She worked tirelessly as a young girl from dusk until dawn, making fresh bread and pastries for the townspeople, in hopes to make enough coin to look after herself and her pregnant mother. Her mother had injured herself to a point she could no longer work, and her father left because of this, despite giving her mother another child to raise alone.

The queen stumbled upon the shop one gloomy morning, offering the little girl a job in the castle as a baker after tasting one of her freshly baked cookies. “My, young miss, you have a gift! These are the most delightful goods I have tasted in all my days!” The queen tells the little baker.

So, she did what any smart person would do, she accepted her proposal. This meant she had to leave her poor pregnant mother to fend for herself. Of course, her mother had never held that against Mary. She only commended, insisted that she went and gave herself a better life than the one that they lived in the town. What had Mary holding on back then was the promise that her mother would write to her every day to give her updates on the baby.

One day, when the queen had begun to struggle looking after her only child on her own, it was Mary she chose to become his governess at only 12 years old, having been recognised for her calm and proper nature; her professionalism and her steadfast work ethics had prompted the promotion.

The three-year-old boy was noisy, crying constantly and threw tantrums from the night into the next morning, but Mary’s presence soothed him as the queen hoped that it would.

They got along well from the very start. Mary was Jungkook’s very first friend, even if she was much older. When he was four, Mary taught him about the stars on a night that he refused to go to sleep, explained to him how each one represented a soul that was waiting for their one true love.

“But there are so many of them, Miss Y/L/N.” The young boy pouts. “Are they dead?”

“Some are dead, some have not yet lived, some sparkle brightly next to their loves that have returned to them in the sky, shining together.” She explains to the little boy, who is successfully amused by this just as she knew he would be. Jungkook always enjoyed the stories that were about love.

“Wow…” He marvels, staring up at the night sky in amazement.

“Is my love up there waiting for me?”

“They could be, if they are not yet born, of course.”  

“I hope they are as nice and beautiful as you are, Miss Mary.”

Soon thereafter, you were born.

Mary was given a day of leave to meet you for the first time, and she swears that she had never felt more happiness than to look upon her little sister for the first time. “I will cherish our sisterhood and look after you with every part of my being.” She promises the infant that smiles up at her in wonder. “My baby sister, I will never love anyone more than I love you— I’ll do anything for you.”

You were a menace from the start. As a toddler, you ran freely in the streets in nothing but your sleeping gown to steal bread from the stalls when the baker would turn his back. You would wander off into the woods to gather berries and leaves and sticks for play. You were an improper little lady.

Which is exactly why you were a hindrance in Jungkook’s life since the very first day that you met him. Mary was spending the day with you in the fields on one of her days off, watching you chase the fluff of dandelions that blew through the sky as she leaned back and basked in the sun.

A 14-year-old Jungkook finds her there. Taller, proper— the beginnings of a prince.

“Your highness!” Mary scrambles to her feet, bowing her body low to him. “Y/N, psst, Y/N!” She calls over to you, and you turn your head toward them with a pout and tilt. You skip over to your sister’s side and take her hand. “Bow, silly girl!” She scolds you through her teeth.

Jungkook raises his brow when you ask why. An amused smile cracks onto his lips.

“Y/N!”

You roll your eyes and groan, curtsying. “How do you do.” You say with a nasally, mocking tone. Mary lets out an exasperated breath, her cheeky little sister was going to get her into trouble some day.

“This is your sister?” He asks through a chuckle.

“Yes, this is Y/N, and I sincerely apologise for her behaviour.”

“Nonsense, I think that she is funny.” He hides his hands behind his back, his broad shoulders are straight, and he stands tall with certainty and an air of confidence. You ogle at the little prince; you shift shyly under his fond eyes, thinking that he seemed so important, so regal.

You had no idea as a 10-year-old girl that Jungkook didn’t feel that way at all. He had always been his own worst enemy.

Ever since you were old enough to do so alone, you would wait at the doors for your sister to emerge from the castle. You’d mock and tease the guards that paid you no mind, and when they had grown boring to you, you plucked the white and yellow dandelions from the overgrown grass around the front of the gates.

One day, it’s not your sister who greets you there. Jungkook finds you wandering past the gates and toward the flower beds, looking around yourself to check if the coast is clear before you pluck one of the pink roses from the garden. He raises his brow as he approaches you slowly.

You turn with a gasp, hiding the stolen flower behind your back.

Instead of getting angry at you like you expect him to, he joins you, plucks one of the red ones and hands it to you. “You like them? Take them, they are yours.”

Jungkook was amused by your wild antics and free-spirited nature, and ever since then, you had spent a lot of time together.

Once you had become a young woman at 18, Jungkook began to treat you differently. Instead of allowing you to steal the roses from the flower bed, he brought you bouquets of all of the prettiest flowers in the castle’s gardens, so that you were never short of florals to decorate your home with. He would meet you by the oak tree that looked over the kingdom atop of the hill after dark, to read you poems and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Jungkook had grown to love you, and nothing was ever going to change how he felt. Not his father, or his mother, not Mary— not even you.

This version of himself doesn’t have any idea just how much you truly mean to him, but he does know that you are out there wandering an unfamiliar world alone. He needs to get to you soon, but first, he has to see if it’s really true.

When the large oak doors creek open to reveal the man that sits upon his throne, his crown looking heavy atop his head, his face pale and his hair white. Jungkook doesn’t want to accept that what Mary had told him was true— his father seemed to be truly sick.

“Dad?” He whispers, standing with a hunched back in front of the man who looked sullen, his features soft in exhaustion, his eyes are closed as he rests his hand on his temple. Mary elbows his side, and he notices her curtsying. He bows quickly, clearing his throat before he greets the king. “Father.” He corrects himself.

The king blinks his heavy eyes as they open, seemingly glad to see his son standing before him. “Jungkook, my son!” Jungkook looks up in confusion, his father has never seemed this cheerful to see him before. “Come sit beside your father.” He waves him over, coughing into his fist shortly after having used the only burst of energy he seemed to have.

He looks back at Mary and she bows, heading for the door, and it makes him nervous to be left alone with him. Was his father going to scold him for something he doesn’t even know that he did? It wouldn’t be the first time. It’s more nerve wracking that it’s clear that he doesn’t belong here, from a completely different world where he doesn’t stay straight and doesn’t speak in that same articulated and polite way that Mary seemed to speak. Worst of all, what if this version of his father was just as unrelenting as the father he knew back home, or even worse? This man has the power to kill people, that alone makes him all the scarier.

But when Jungkook gets close enough, his father reaches for his hands to grab, tapping on them of affectionately. His eyes are filled with pride, and there’s a smile on his face that he’s never seen on his dad’s face before, if ever. Jungkook is flabbergasted, to say the least.

“I need to discuss something with you, Jungkook.”

Those were famous words in his dad’s vocabulary. Jungkook sits on the smaller seat beside his throne with a concerned lower of his brows.

“As you know, my condition worsens by the day.”  He starts, and his words hit Jungkook harder than he ever thought they would. Then again, he never really imagined a world in which his father was sick. Would he even tell him if he was? Probably not. “Which means I have to be firm with you, my boy: it is time you choose a wife and begin prepare for your reign as the king.”

“How long?”

“Well, the ball is tonight–”

“How long do you have, dad?” His voice is laced with desperation, his eyes glossy as he leans forward, gripping the arm of his father’s throne. He looks at his son with wide eyes, it’s blasphemy for him to treat his king this way, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He was old, sick, but Jungkook could tell by the look in his eyes that things like a ball were such meaningless things to him. He seemed happy just to have Jungkook sitting beside him.

“A month they tell me.” He reveals, putting his hand on top of Jungkook’s. “Perhaps two, if I am lucky.”

Jungkook looks up when a strained whimper leaves his lips, blowing out a breath through pucker lips. Don’t cry. This isn’t real. None of this is real. This is all just pretend.

“The ball is tonight, my son; the most beautiful young ladies and princesses come from all over the world for you to meet.” He expresses with excitement. “I met your mother this way, I fell in love with her the moment that I saw her.”

Jungkook smiles, looking down at their hands. He hasn’t felt this much love from his father before. He doesn’t remember a time he held his hands this way, so he cherishes it and doesn’t hurry to pull them away. “What if–”

“You are a good man Jungkook, a strong and brave man who knows what he wants, and I love you deeply.” He cuts him off, willing him to look into his eyes when he says. “When choosing to love someone for forever, you must choose wisely, and you must be sure.” He gives Jungkook a tight smile, returning his hands into his lap. “I know what is in your heart, boy. As I near my end, I realise it would be wrong of me to stand in the way of what you want, to keep you from the girl who has always held your heart in her hands.”

Jungkook can’t hold it in any longer and lets his tears fall. He blows raspberries to hide his sobs and turns his eyes up when his father takes his cheeks so that he can look at him. “But for your mother’s sake, do at least try to attend this ball, give it a chance. Who knows, you may have fun.”

Jungkook isn’t entirely sure what the king means when tells Jungkook to follow his heart, so he applies his words to the life that he knows, the one in which he comes from; he pretends as if he is telling Jungkook to pursue his dreams, to do the things he’s always wanted to do with his life.

In this world, it seems as if he chases after a girl that no one approves of; if he found this girl, and professes his love, maybe that was his way out of this place.

If he wasn’t able to follow his dreams in his own life, he would like to at least feel some sort of satisfaction to know this version of him gets to live happily ever after.

“Taehyung?”

He sits you down at a table, humming as he poor’s you a drink and hands it to you. Looking down into the cup, you sniff it and groan, putting it aside. You weren’t much of a day drinker. “Do you know where I can find the prince?”

Taehyung freezes, his back facing you. He poor’s himself his own drink and chugs it until it is emptied and fills the cup again. Cracking his neck. “The prince?” He scoffs. “You mean, the backstabbing bastard that shunned me and my mother to the streets?”

“What?” You shake your head. “What do you mean?”

He saunters over to the table and pulls out the chair, letting it screech against the floorboards before plopping down onto it. “I have told you this story so many times before and you never believe me.”

“Tell me again, I forgot.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, cocking his head to the side with a hurt laugh. “Jeon fucking Jungkook…”

“Were you friends?”

Taehyung shrugs. “I thought that we were.”

He runs a hand through his hair. You can see the pained look in his expression as he stares into his cup, swirling it around. “Then what happened?” You try again, leaning forward on the table.

“We were best friends since we were young.” He starts, swallowing thickly. “I lived in the castle with my mother; she was the queen’s handmaiden.”

“The queen hadn’t allowed Jungkook to interact with the other children until he was ten, that was when he and I met. We were fast friends. We did everything together; we attended balls together, sparred together, went horse back riding together. He even taught me about the lovers in the stars; we kissed on that night—we were only 16 then.” Taehyung keeps laughing as he tells the story to you, like he needs to in order to keep himself together. “The day I planned to tell him how I felt him, I saw him with a girl underneath the tree that we used to stargaze beneath together. It was dark, I couldn’t see her face. That traitor ran away from his feelings, could not face them like a man.”

“I wrote him a letter, still deep in my delusions, thinking that I was overthinking things. He just had to love me back, we kissed for christ’s sake! That had to have meant something to him.” He pounds his fist into the table, garnering few stairs from other’s in the tavern.

“Someone must have found that letter because the next day, they kicked me and my mother out to the streets. My mother caught a flu in our search for a home, and I lost her to it— I fucking hate Jeon Jungkook, he ruined my life.”

“I…” you’re at a loss for words. “Taehyung, I didn’t–”

“This refreshes your memory, then?” When you don’t say anything, he scoffs. “If you do find the prince, tell him that I hope he rots in hell.” He pushes his chair back and storms off.

How odd. You wonder what this Taehyung person meant to Jungkook in his real life; how much of this reality was true, and how much of it was make believe?

We can never truly know what lies within another person’s heart. Jungkook was always so scared of rejection that he thought the best way to avoid it was to run away. He will never know how Taehyung felt, how hurt he was that Jungkook ran away from him.

But that was in the past now, they’ve both moved on with their lives.

You leave the tavern, perplexed by what had just occurred as you wander back through the streets, sitting by a pond just on the outskirts of the town. There, you pick up small rocks and pebbles to skip across the murky waters, wondering how any of this was possible.

This had to be some sort of weird dream.

It’s your sister that finds you there, the quiet clack of her boots against the concrete causing you to look up from the water.

“Oh, it’s you.” You grumble.

“Nice to see you, too, baby sister.”

“Not a baby.”

“You will always be one in my eyes.” She coos, pouting playfully at you.

“Pah.” You drop your face into your palms, groaning. “Ugh, what did I get myself into? I just met this guy…” You look to your side when you feel her presence next to you. “Why is it always the ones with the pretty faces that get you into trouble?” You pout at your sister, and your words make her laugh. The sound makes you smile warmly.

“It is not all Jungkook’s fault, sister; you just had to go and charm the prince of all the men in this kingdom.” She jokes with you.

“Me? What do you mean.”

“I know that you love him, you told me yourself.”

Your eyes practically fall out of your head. “Uh, what— me?”

“Yes, you.” she shoves her arm lightly into yours. When the laughter dies down, she sighs. “I know it must worry you that the ball is tonight.”

“The…ball?”

“Yes, the ball in which the prince chooses his bride, many noble women will attend in hopes to win over his affections.” She tells you in an obvious manner.

That sounded just like it did in the story books.

“I see.” The lower in your posture doesn’t go unnoticed by Mary. She bites her lip, frowning when you pick up another small rock and toss is expertly across the water to make it bounce. Without thinking, she opens her mouth again.

“And I think that you should be there.”

“Huh?” You gawk at her, bewildered by the suggestion. “A couple of hours ago you didn’t even let me say his damn name, and now you think I should crash his ball and ruin his chances of finding a princess?”

Mary lowers her head sheepishly, flashing her a pretty grin with a nervous chuckle.

“I don’t understand this version of you.” You click your tongue, shaking your head. “Even if I did, what the hell am I going to wear, this?” You throw your grubby skirts up and Mary gasps, flattening it against your legs.

“Y/N! What if someone sees?”

“Sees what? My underwear?” You cackle. “You lot are so modest, you’d probably have a heart attack over some of the things you’d see back home.”

“Home? But is your home. Just what are you blabbering on about, sister? You and Jungkook both have been talking so strangely today.”

You tap your fingers against your thighs, debating with yourself. If you told her, would she even believe you? You decide to try your chances, since by the sounds of things you already have a reputation of your own around here.

“Can I tell you something a little crazy? But you have to swear you’ll keep it to yourself.”

“You are my little sister, Y/N, I promised you I would always protect you.” She laughs as if it offends her to think she wouldn’t keep your secret. She rests an encouraging hand on your leg.

“Well, Jungkook and I aren’t…from here.”

Mary’s face is blank, thinking it must be another one of your strange jests her smile grows and she begins to laugh. “What do you mean? Of course you are, you were born here, silly.”

“No, like… we came from an alternate universe.”

Mary narrows her eyes, blinking at you with a stupefied expression on her face. “…Pardon?”

“We came from a different reality. Like, he and I only just met a couple of hours ago. It seems like we existed in this one already…but this isn’t our real lives. We have no idea what’s going on here.” You try to explain, but you feel confused yourself saying the words out loud. “It was his birthday, and I gave him cake and told him to make a wish and, well, next thing we knew we got sucked into a black hole and ended up here.”

You let the quiet take over, allowing Mary to process your words. You can tell that at first, she wants to laugh again and ask if you’re feeling okay, but in the end, she just nods slowly, as if to come to terms with it all. You chew your lip, waiting for her to respond.

“Well then, now I must tell you something.” Mary says finally, taking your hand as if to brace you.

“The prince is completely, irrevocably in love with you.”

Your sister smiles at you brightly when she reveals this to you. “And you love him, too, but you have yet to tell him so…and that is my fault. I kept him from you, even though you told me many times that you would rather die than be without him.”

“That’s a little dramatic.” You mutter, puckering your lips awkwardly. You and Jungkook are in love in this universe, and that had made you feel shy. It felt a little intimidating to know that a stranger was a stranger in one life, and in another he was the love of your life. You find yourself not really thinking of Jungkook as a stranger now though, instead, he is the one most familiar to you, despite your sister sitting beside you now.

“In this alternate universe you speak of…what does Jungkook mean to you there?” She asks you.

“Well, I work in a pub, a really quiet one, I don’t get much but a job’s a job, right?” You laugh, only trying to convince yourself of this. “He came in tonight looking rough, like real rough. He looked tired and hungry and just completely over everything. He didn’t know that I was feeling the same thing tonight, I’ve just always been better at hiding it, I guess.”

Mary shuffles closer as she listens to your story, intrigued by all these strange details. She wondered briefly what this other world looked like. Is a pub something like the tavern than you worked in here? She shoves her curiosity down for now.

“The kitchen was closed, but I asked him to stay for cake. I don’t know why I did, maybe because I knew how he was feeling. Mondays at work are quiet, and he seemed like he needed a friend. I kind of pieced together that it was his birthday after spending a little time with him, I fed him, tried my best to make him laugh, I don’t know.” You babble, shaking your head because you feel embarrassed to admit this out loud. “I turned out to be right though, which is crazy, right? After that we talked, and he laughed at my jokes and God, it made my heart race. He was really shy at first but when he opened up and he smiled at me, I knew I couldn’t let him leave, I wanted to keep making him smile.”

“How romantic.” Mary sighs dreamily.  “If you found each other in that world too, that sounds an awful lot like a soulmate, yes?”

You shrug. “I never really actually believed in that kind of thing. Like sure, it would be nice in theory, but surely this is just one huge coincidence.”

“Perhaps he’s always been closer than you think, maybe it just took a little more time for you to find each other in your world.” She squeezes your shoulder tenderly. “You are here now, together, in a universe in which you love one another deeply…that must mean something.”

This was the very thing that you always cherished about your sister; this was the Mary that you had always known and loved: your personal cheerleader and number one supporter in everything. Your sister was the one that always convinced you that anything was possible if you just gave it a chance.

“I have a dress, a white one with pink embraided flowers all over them. It is no ball gown, nothing truly fancy, but it is enough. I keep this dress for special work occasions like a ball, where I have to dress nicer to keep up appearances when visitors come.” She tucks your hair behind your ear and holds your chin up. “Besides, your natural beauty will outshine any dress that you wear.”

“You are so hard to stay mad at.” You push her away lightly, but she only chuckles at your evident bashfulness. “Hugs!” You squeak, wrapping your arms around the side of your sister, squeezing her and swinging back and forth.

“Alright, alright! Goodness, I do not think you have ever hugged me this tightly before.” She laughs, giving you a soft look when you apologise sheepishly. “It was lovely, you are not very affectionate usually.”

“Well, in my universe, you told me once that I should always be thankful for the people that I love. You told me that I should always be kind to Ma and Pa and always give them a hug and a kiss and thank them for everything that they did for us— it was the best piece of advice I have ever gotten.”

“How profound of me.” She chuckles softly. “So…our father is still with us…in your universe?”

“Oh yeah, that old geezer is still alive and kicking. Still very much in love with Mama.”

She grows teary-eyed to hear this, holding her hands over her heart. “I am glad to hear this.”

You pout and rub her arm to comfort her, you’re not entirely sure what your story is here, but you decide not to ask. You only assume that your father isn’t in the picture, and that it is a painful memory for her. “I’m really sorry, Mare.”

“Yes, me too.” She shakes her head, blinking away any oncoming tears. “But never mind this, let’s get you cleaned and ready for tonight. We must find Jungkook so we can find a way to get the both of you back where you belong.”  

“You’ll help us?” You beam hopefully.

“Of course. You are much too strange; I would like my real sister back.”

“Okay, ouch.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m starting to worry about him, he kind of seems like the type to freak out when things go awry, so…”

Everything has gone awry, and Jungkook is freaking out.

It takes him what feels like forever to find his bedroom, or his ‘chambers’, as these people seemed to refer to it as; this place was like a goddamn maze, and he thought the office building was hard enough to navigate.

When he does eventually get to it, he presses his back against the wall besides the door and slides down it, running a hand through his hair. “Why can I never do anything right?” He throws his head against the wall with a dull thud. He could’ve wished for anything, although all of this felt a lot more like a test than a wish at this point.

Why the hell did he ask for something like this? Deep down, Jungkook knows the answer.

Because Jungkook longed to feel the way Mary made him feel when he was a little boy. He wanted to be reminded of what it felt like when anything was possible, when his imagination made life feel like life was full of magic if he had just believed. He wanted to live the type of life that felt like a fairytale, one in which he could be the prince of his own story. Not the king because he didn’t ever feel the need to be on top; he didn’t care for perfection or power.

Besides, the prince was the one that found love in the most unexpected ways, the most exciting kind of ways that felt like more than just a knowing glance from across the room. It was the prince who found a love worth fighting for, no matter the struggles and pains it put him through, it was the prince that put his heart and soul into the things he was passionate about— it was the prince that always wound up triumphant in the end.  

Thinking about it all now, seeing Mary again after going an entire decade being apart from her, he didn’t feel how he thought he was going to feel. Those strong feelings he once had for her didn’t quite come flooding back like he thought they would, despite thinking about her every now and then, pondering the what if’s. She was still just as beautiful as the day he walked into his home when he was six, but suddenly that didn’t matter to him.

Jungkook had realised in that moment that Mary was no longer apart of the fairytale ending that he longed for— maybe she never really was. He wasn’t sure if that was because this Mary was completely different to the girl that practically raised him, or if it was because of you.

It’s almost comical to him that you ended up being her younger sister. That would explain why your smile seemed so familiar to him at first, but that it didn’t make the butterflies feel any less meaningful to him. It was you he was thinking of now, wondering where you were and if you were okay. It’s your eyes that he sees as he shuts his eyes, reminded of how wonderfully full of life they were whenever you shared your happiness with him in your laughter. He was a little disheartened to know that when he opened them that he wasn’t back at the pub, but he felt better knowing that he could still find you here.

You sang to him, you danced with him, igniting the parts of his soul he’s tried years to push down and ignore, convinced that they would never see the light of day again.

Did you feel it, too? Did you feel the shift in the air when you looked up at him with heavy eyes? Did you want him to kiss you? Were you waiting for him to?

But what if it was just harmless flirting for you? What if you merely pitied the sloppily dressed 30-year-old loser that walked into the pub, just so that he wouldn’t go home and cry himself to sleep?

You probably wouldn’t like him once you got to know him, once you realised how backboneless he was.

He is so angry with himself— he wishes he weren’t so sensitive.

Jungkook felt pathetic when the king showed him kindness. The man had looked like his father, sounded just like him, but he knew there was no way in hell that could actually be him. His father would never, and he means never, support anything Jungkook wanted. Not even on his death bed, because his father was just that relentless and adamant that he knew what was good for his son.

Jungkook ends up doing what he planned to do on his birthday after all. He crawls into the bed, one that isn’t even his, buries his face into the silk covered pillows and cries quietly to himself. He cries because he’s so far away from home, he cries because he regrets the way his life has turned out, cries because he is doomed to be consumed by a life he never wanted.

But doesn’t quite get to cry himself to sleep.

“Jungkook?”

He sits up on the bed, sniffling as he looks at the door where a familiar voice calls to him from beyond his room. The knock that comes after has him frantically wiping at his tear-stained cheeks, clambering off the bed and straightening out his clothes. “W–who’s there?”

It’s you.

He visibly brightens at the sight of you coming through the door with a sunny grin that hides your eyes.

“Jungkook.” You sigh happily, walking toward him with open arms, he meets you halfway and wraps his around you. The height difference forces you onto the tips of your toes so that you can wrap your arms around his shoulders. The smell of your perfume still lingers in your hair, the same soft cotton with a hint of a sweet floral he noticed back when you swayed together to a gentle tune.

“Are you alright?” You ask him when you fall back flat on your feet, squeezing his arms just before you remove your touch altogether.

“I’m fine, I just…I’m really sorry for getting you into this mess, Y/N.”

“Pfft.” The lopsided smile on your face is relaxed. You hide your fidgeting hands behind your back that give away your nerves when you say, “You just wished for something different. I like different, different is fun.” You shrug. “It could always be worse, you know?”

“So, you don’t wanna kill me, then?”

“Oh, I do wanna to kill you.” You nod enthusiastically. “I can do that later though. You know…when we get back and you clean up all the mess you caused at my workplace? I’ll watch, of course.”

“No, yeah! Duh, I was gonna do that anyway…” Jungkook is beet red at this point as he babbles timidly, turning his face away from your playful glare.

You struggle to stop smiling when you speak again. “Mary told me there was a ball that lots of hot chicks will be at that all wanna get hitched with you.”

“Gah, no, I–” He groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Jesus, this is so embarrassing.”

“Should I be jealous, Jungkook?”

“No, of course not, I–” You start to giggle behind your hand, and it’s the sweetest sound Jungkook thinks he’s ever heard.

“I’m only joking, gosh. You really are adorable.” He looks at you, so awe-struck with your natural charm that it renders him silent as he gawps at you. You hold his glittering gaze even though it makes your cheeks glow warmly. Just as he takes a step toward you, Mary comes through the door. The soft snap of the door closing pulls you out of the trance you both had fallen under. You both jump away from each other.

“Sorry.” She bows in apology. “I’m here to help Jungkook get ready for the ball…it’s Queen’s orders.” She’s carrying a change of clothing over her arms; there’s a white coat with gold accents resting on top of what looks like the dress your sister described to you earlier. “I brought you the dress, baby sister.” She beams at you, ushering it toward you.  

You lift it, eyes scanning in as a grin slithers its way onto your slips. “You really played this down, Mare. It’s so beautiful!”

“It is only fancy for a handmaiden.” She snorts. “When you see what the other ladies wear tonight, you will realise this.”

Jungkook looks between the two women; you, the girl that begins to slowly inserts herself into his soft heart, and Mary, the woman that taught him to stay true to that gentle way in which he tends to love.

There isn’t much he has to do besides throw on the white jacket before Mary hurries him out the door to escort him to the ballroom. She tells you she will be back for you soon, leaving you alone in the room to change. It is so much heavier than the more flowy, linen material you’ve been wearing most of the day, and it takes you a while to get used to its weight. It’s a creamy white colour with not much details besides the pink, embroidered flowers that are scattered over the dress. The short arm cuffs are a subtle princess style, and it flares out but not too much. It’s probably the prettiest, most expensive looking dress you’ve ever worn— you really felt like a princess.

When Jungkook steps into the ballroom, he’s reminded that this was what he wished for. There are people already dancing, and there’s live music leading them into the middle of the room. There’s glitter in the ball gowns that the women wore, flowers in the decorations and in the suit pockets of the men’s jackets. There are bubbles falling from the sky. The scene in front of him is alive with extravagance, just like Mary said.

He looks up at the chandeliers that hang above them, and notices the bubbles are being blown from children that giggle happily above him on the balcony. They wave to him, and he smiles and waves back. “This is really something.” Jungkook laughs in astonishment as he takes it all in.

“Indeed, it is.” She agrees. “This time, you should greet the king and queen with proper etiquette, your mother will not be as forgiving as your father was.” Mary warns him as she leads him through the crowd toward the thrones at the front of the room.

“Do I just…bow?”

“Yes, bow at a 90-degree angle and if you need to address them, you will do so with ‘my king’ and ‘my queen’. You may call them your mother and father behind closed doors, but this is a public event; it would be disrespectful to address them that way in front of everyone, understand?”

“I guess so?”

“Good, because we are here.” Mary curtsies and Jungkook quickly lowers his body at an angle like she tells him to do.

“You may rise.” Jungkook’s father’s voice seems stronger this time as he commands the two of them to stand and look at him. He stands tall because Mary stands tall, side-eying her as he waits for her direction. She nudges him forward, making him stumble slightly as he climbs the steps to greet his parents.

“You look absolutely wonderful, my son.” His mother beams, standing to grab his hands and kiss them. “I know you will have no problems at all finding a lady to be your queen this evening, my handsome boy.” She pinches his cheek, and his eyes widen in fear.

“Yes…yep! I, yes.”” He laughs awkwardly, rubbing his cheek once she lets it go.

The music suddenly comes to a stop, and there is mumbled chatter amongst the ball’s attendee’s that grab the attention of Jungkook and his parents.

“Oh, so they are allowing the filthy commoners into the castle now? The king has gone soft, indeed.”

“Who does she think she is? Coming here like this!”

“Does she think she will change the prince’s mind, in that dress? Blasphemy!”  

“The poor girl thinks she is a princess.”

You hardly get to walk through the entrance without their gossip to start. Like a chain reaction, all it takes is one person to look at you strangely and whisper to someone about your attendance and all of a sudden, the fun had come to an end. You seemed to be garnering a lot of attention for someone that had nothing to do with the royal family.

“Poor girl…” Someone whispers into the silence.

You’ve never felt so mortified in your life.

Taking a shaky step back, the heel of your boot clacks against the tiled ground and echoes in the newfound silence. You meet Jungkook’s eye before you turn away fully. His face grows blurry when tears flood your sight. Frozen into place, Jungkook cuts the silence by pushing through the crowd, rushing toward you.

“Jeon Jungkook!” His mother scolds. “Get back here at once!”

He doesn’t though, Jungkook doesn’t turn back, he continues his path toward you. He takes your hand and leads you away from their judgemental stares. His hand is strong in yours.

For once in his life, he doesn’t care about what his parent’s think of him, or what they might say. For once he goes after what he truly wants for himself with certainty, regardless of what anyone may have thought about his choice.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Your laughter echoes through the halls as you run with him, hand in hand and out of the castle. Together.

“I can’t believe I did that!” He shouts back with excitement, his heart racing despite the confidence of his decision.

Once you reach the fresh air of the young night, you look to him with shallow breaths and glossy eyes. Your sadness still lingers, even though you were smiling. “How do you feel?” You ask him softly.

“I feel amazing! That was exhilarating; God, I was so nervous turning my back to them like that.” He tells you, shaking off his hands as if to rid them of the shackles his parents have had them in for so long. “I couldn’t have done that without you, though.”

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, lets himself wander within them. He does it to get to know all the little specks of colour that swim in them, all the things that make them unique to you, he wants to remember the look in your eyes when he tells you:

“I just haven’t wanted something this much in a very long time.”

Your eyes widen, then they soften before you avert your gaze shyly. “I–I see.”

He takes your hand again, leading you further away from the castle and into the quiet streets of the town. “You know…back at home, I would have never been able to do something like that.” He sighs, breaking the comfortable silence that had since fallen over the both of you. He can feel you watching him, but he continues to take in his surroundings, the pretty night sky that shone moonlight onto the kingdom. He never really got the time to take in just how extraordinary all of this was, never really got the time to breathe and let it sink in, this fairytale version of his life. “Before I went off to college, I told my dad I wanted to pursue art, or music. I didn’t exactly know then what I truly wanted to do, all of it I guess. But that’s what school is for, right?”

You’re listening intently when he flickers his eyes down at you to check, and the fondness in which you look at him takes him off guard slightly. He clears his throat to stop himself from telling you how pretty your eyes are. “He completely shut me down, laughed in my face— he never gave me a choice, not then, not ever. Dad had a vision for me and that was to become just like him, to take over his company when he eventually retired. I could never stand up to him, even though I grew to hate him because of it, his opinion still mattered to me. Some sick and twisted part of me still wanted him to be proud of me.”

“That isn’t sick or twisted.” You frown. “Everyone wants their parents to be proud of them, you’re valid for wanting that from him— it’s the least he could do for you, really.”

He hums as you enter the fields, the crunch of the grass beneath your shoes signifying that you were alone now. Back where you started, he stops walking for a moment. “No one remembered my birthday today, you know?”

You don’t notice he’s stopped following you until he says this, and you turn around to face him. He’s looking at you with a broken smile on his face. A stray hair falls into his eyes when he looks down at his boots. “How did you even know?” His voice cracks as you walk back to him, saying nothing as you wrap your arms around him, letting him cry onto your shoulder. He shakes in your arms as you rub his back.

There was so much pain in this poor man’s heart, so many things he wanted for himself that he had always been too afraid to accomplish without feeling ridiculed. You didn’t think it was selfish to want support from the people that he loved to find the strength to actually pursue them. It was clear to you now that Jungkook felt stuck, and you knew how that felt. You had days where you felt stuck too, but you’ve always been lucky enough to have a family and friends that made it easy to forget your hardships and supported you in everything that you did.

Jungkook didn’t have that.

Your heart hurts for him, poor Jungkook just wanted somebody to hold him and tell him: “You can do anything that you want to do, Jungkook— it’s never too late.”

He pulls away from you, and the breeze feels chilly when his warmth leaves you. He thanks you for your words in a tight smile, not quite trusting his voice. You take his hands again and lead him further through into the fields, further away from the kingdom that he conjured in a wish, and you stop just beneath the moon before you let go of his hand to sit down. You spread out your arms and fall backwards to lie in the plush grass.

“The sky is really pretty like this.” You marvel. “Come lay with me.”

He doesn’t ask questions, he just does it, he gets on his knees, looks at you looking at the stars before he decides to shuffle a little closer. He lays on his back opposite you, so that his head is beside yours. He lets out a long and heavy sigh, blinking away another wave of sadness that comes over him as he watches the stars twinkle in the sky. “This was such a shitty wish.” He laughs quietly.

“Totally.” You agree jokingly, turning you head to meet his eyes, finding that beautiful, chocolatey, wide-eyed stare that made you feel warm. “Has anyone ever told you how easy it is to get lost in your eyes? It’s as if an entire galaxy lives in them.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “I can’t say that anyone has.” He wants to say he was thinking the same about yours, but he doesn’t have to, not when you sigh, your fingers reaching toward his face, gently brushing them over his lashes. They twitch when your finger comes so close to his eye, and you giggle quietly. He closes his eyes, letting you explore the features on his face for yourself.

“So, what’s your story, Y/N?”

Looking away, you hum in thought as your eyes return to the stars, but you want so badly to look back into the galaxy. “I don’t think it’s really started yet.” You admit. “But that’s okay— all in due time.”

“You’re young, it will happen.” He tries to reassure you, although he’s not sure you really need it.

“I know.” You agree, smiling peacefully. “It’ll happen for you, as well.”

“Ouch, so you do think I’m old.”

“Yeah, but like, old dudes are super hot!” You shrug casually, turning to look at him again with an impish look in your eye. “You’re only one step closer to becoming a silver fox.”

“So that’s why you like me, huh?” He teases back, raising a brow as he props himself onto his arms to look down on you. This makes you shuffle nervously. “Because you like older guys?”  

You roll your eyes, sitting up to avoid his eye. “I’m only pushing your buttons; you’re only four years older than me.” You say as you try to get up, but he grabs your waist and presses his fingers into your sides, but your sensitive there so it makes you squeal. You try to get away but learning that you’re ticklish only fuels him further. It doesn’t help in your case that he really likes the sound of your laughter; it’s by no means graceful, it’s loud, squeaky and more of a cackle as you fight to get out of his grip. He doesn’t want you to stop laughing, he thinks it might be his new favourite song. It ultimately ends with you turning around and pinning him to the ground in an attempt to stop him.

Your hair drapes around his face as you hold his arms to the ground, sheltering you both from the world outside.

Suddenly, the world didn’t exist— only Jungkook, existing here with you.

He’s holding his breath, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face being so up close to you now. You’re doing the same, but you stop at his mouth, that little freckle beneath his bottom lip making your own twitch up at the corners. You’ve grown to really adore this part of him.

“You alone will have stars as no one else has them.” You say suddenly, lines from his favourite story book, the one Mary used to read to him over and over.

“You are one of the stars of the sky, Jungkook.”

His pupils blow out when your face lowers closer his until your nose bumps against his. Your eyes flutter at the contact and you pull away just slightly, his breaths returning in heavy pants of anticipation. You search those galaxies again, they feel much bigger now, so many more new emotions swirling inside of them. They pull you back in even more intensely than they had before, urging you to press your quivering lips against his pink, pouty ones. They are soft and plush against yours, and you easily melt into him once you know just how good he tastes: just like your favourite flavour of cake— vanilla and pistachio.

In a bout of confidence Jungkook roughens the kiss, lifting you off of him and onto your back as he switches your positions, your legs parting to make room for him. Your hair curtains prettily around you in the grass like the wings of an angel, and he sighs at just how pretty you look underneath the glow of the moonlight. “I can’t believe that you exist.”

“Well, I exist.” You try to act nonchalant with a light joke, but the warmth of your cheeks when he cradles it gives you away. “Sorry that I’m not the fairytale ending that you wished for.”

“See, that’s where I think you’re wrong.” He disagrees, leaning down to kiss you again, slowly, passionately. He takes him time pulling his lips from yours, and the quiet smacking sounds make you sigh with desire. Your eyes are still closed when he leaves you, and you arch your back, craning your neck to bring that feeling back to you. “I think this is exactly how it ends.” He whispers against your neck, dragging his lips gently over your neck, scraping his teeth against your jaw.

Your hands reach for him desperately, fingers lightly massaging his scalp when they card through his hair as he pleases you with his mouth. You let one of your hands wander down his chest as he scrapes his teeth along your collarbone, his hand sliding up and down your thigh as he pushes your skirts up to your middle. His heart beats louder the further your hand travels, your fingers tracing over his growing bulge. He pulls his lips away from you, looking down to watch you play with his covered erection.

“Tell me what you want, Jungkook.” You purr, your finger lifting his chin to meet at your half-lidded gaze. “Whatever you want.”

He swallows thickly, shutting his eyes as he relishes in the way you palm him over the layers of material that keep him from you, his hips lightly moving into your touch. “Mmf…shit.” He exhales in pleasure. Your touch is firm, and your gentle squeeze makes him twitch beneath his pants. He lowers his head into your cleavage, inhaling the naturally soft scent in your skin; it feels soft against his lips, and you’re warm.

“You want my tits?” You ask him quietly, pushing your chest up to further bury his face into your cleavage. He groans between your breasts, rocking his hips against your hand a little harder. “You can take them out. I’m yours to play with, birthday boy.”

He lifts his head with parted lips, his eyes blown out and darkened as he searches yours for consent. You nod again when his drags his fingers along the neckline of your dress before he tugs it down, revealing your breasts to him. Your nipples pebble at the cool air that meets your bare chest, and you whimper when he licks his lips, staring hungrily at the perfect pair of tits that you’ve just presented to him.

You lead his head back down to your chest, encouraging him to kiss them like you know that he wants to. You throw your head back when he trails wet kisses over your tits, inching his lips closer to the sensitive nub of your left breast. He circles his tongue around it which elicits a wanton moan from your throat. He wraps his lips around the stiffened bud and sucks on it gently, his other hand dragging up your body to pinch the other one between his fingers.

“God, yes…Jungkook.” You keen, moving your hand off his dick to part your legs further, your mound rubbing against his clothed cock. He moans against your breast, circling his tongue around your hard nipple. And you let out a low droning whine as you melt into him. “Feels s’good…” You praise him.

“You have such pretty tits.” He pulls his mouth off to tell you this. You cover your eyes with one hand suddenly feeling shy from his brash words, your other hand squeezing his shoulder for leverage as you grind up into him, his movements meeting yours halfway. “I could play with them forever.”

“If you keep sucking on them like that, I just might let you.” You sigh and arch your back, encouraging him to continue. He moves onto your right breast and treats it just as tenderly. His hands soothing over your skin beneath your dress. He drags desperate little whimpers from your throat.

“You’re so sensitive, so sweet.” He mumbles against your breast, gasping when he grinds against you just right, brushing against your clit harshly. It throbs against him.  

“Ah…I’m so wet for you, Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” He gives your tit a final flick with his tongue before he moves onto his knees, bunching your skirts in his fists against your stomach. “Lemme see, baby.”

The pet name makes you moan, and you part your legs further to show him the large wet patch in the middle of your underwear. “Mmm, you are soaking…” He chuckles lowly, pressing a finger onto your covered clit, tantalisingly you with the slow circles he rubs over your aching pussy. “You’re mine to play with, you said?”

You nod your head quickly, biting down harshly on your bottom lip, eyes wound tight as you lose yourself in his touch. You feel his hand wrap around your ankle, lifting it gently, his other hand moving up your thigh, his finger hooking into your panties to tug them slowly down your legs. Your chest rises and falls heavily and prettily for him, and he licks his lips at the sight of how eager you are for him. “Good girl, so patient for me.” He whispers, backing up slightly to lower himself between your legs. He pulls the material off your legs the rest of the way, tossing them aside.

“Jungkook…” You sigh his name, so quietly it could have been mistaken for the breeze that swirls around the both of you as he kisses between your thighs, taking his sweet time feeling you on his lips, sending shocks waves through you.

Your pussy glistens for him, waiting for his hungry mouth to feast upon you. The pleasure of his kiss on your clit feels a lot more sensitive that what you prepare yourself for, and you cry into the night, twitching up into him the moment he begins to make out with your cunt.

“Holy shit, Jungkook! S–slow down.” You shake your head, gripping his hair, grinding into his face as he slurps and sucks on your clit. His fingers dig deeper into your thighs when you try to move away. He hums against you and the low buzz thrums through your heat so deliciously.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll cum…Please, it’s…too…much…” You whine, each beg for him to slow down only makes him eat you faster and harder. He shakes his head side to side, the lewd sounds of him slurping on your juices makes you sob in shyness. He kisses down your pussy, nose nudging at your engorged bud as he moves his tongue south, circling your fluttering entrance to thrust his tongue in and out of you.

“Hah…cumming, don’t stop, please don’t, oh!” You shudder violently beneath him as he brings you over the edge, encouraged by your noisy sounds and a final chant of his name. He looks up at you as he helps you ride out your intense orgasm, and his lids grow heavy at the sight of how hot you look right now after he’s made you cum all over his face.

“You’re noisy.” He grins brightly when he moves onto his knees, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You groan, slapping both of your hands over your face. “Shut up.”

“Naw, don’t be shy.” He tugs on your wrists. “It was hot.” He assures you, lowering back over you to kiss you but you turn your face, and his lips meet your cheek instead. He doesn’t mind. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and chases your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it’s intoxicating mixed with the taste of his tongue.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” You ask quietly, looking up at him with a feigned innocence that makes him growl. “I want your cock.”

“Do you? Okay, baby…fuck.” He hisses. Out of breath, you beat his hands to the waistband of his pants, sinking them in to squeeze his ass in your palms. He hides his smile in the crook of your neck letting you feel him before you push them down halfway down his thighs, stopping when his cock springs out, resting against your inner thigh.

“Fucking hell, give me a second.” He has to stand up completely to pull his boots off to get his pants the rest of the way off, and you giggle at him as he does this begrudgingly, huffing bashfully as he struggles to de clothe himself. How long and thick his cock is doesn’t go unnoticed by you, despite the slightly awkward moment.

“Miss my sweats.” He pouts when he comes back down to you, pulling him down by his shoulders to kiss him through your smile. “I don’t think I want to be a prince.”

“Careful what you wish for next time then, pretty boy.” You joke, but the laughter dies down quickly when he grips his cock, stroking it lightly to coat it with the little bit of precum that leaked from the lip.

“Pretty, huh?” He breathes out quickly, lining himself up with your slick entrance. His tip prods your hole just as he looks up at you. “You think I’m pretty?” He raises a brow, pushing the tip inside of you.

Your lips part in a gasp at the welcomed stretch. “Say it again.” He groans as he inches his length into you slowly, rendering you unresponsive as he fills you with his thick cock.

“So…pretty, you’re so pretty Jungkook.” You mewl, your hands holding his face as he bottoms out. “Ah…s’pretty.”

He hums contently, catching your whiny moans with his kiss, dragging his dick back out through your walls before pushing it back in, establishing an agonisingly slow pace that leaves you wanting more with each thrust. You don’t rush him though. You relish in it, the way he looks at you when he stops kissing you to see your face, how he moans when you look into his eyes; he can see just how much you want him in the way they roll back slowly as he fucks you.

“You feel so good, Jungkook…” You whisper, pulling him down, pressing your soft lips over his face, over the faded scar on his left cheek, kissing the tip of his nose, just beneath his bottom lip. “So good…”

His jaw tenses, eyes closing as you love on him. He tries to focus on you, on all the praises you’re giving to him, but he can’t ignore the way his cock starts to throb inside of you. The beginnings of his orgasm was slowly beginning to creep up on him as you make him feel like he was the only man in the entire world.

“Gonna cum…” He warns you quietly. You only hold him closer as you whisper in his hear, telling him to let go, that you wanted him to fill you with his seed.

You moan for him when he shoots thick warm spurts into you, moving your body with his as he circles his hips into yours, panting and hissing as he comes back down from his high. You hum with content, smiling tiredly at him when he lifts his head. You push his hair back away from his face, admiring the post-sex glow in his cheeks. He closes his eyes as you touch him, in no hurry to pull his cock from your tight, warm walls. Even when he starts to soften, he doesn’t rush to move from you. He lays his head on your chest, and you rest with him like this for a while, both losing yourselves in thought.

“Are you scared?” You suddenly ask him, playing with his hair. It makes him sleepy.

He takes a moment to answer; his voice is coarse and low when he does. “Of what?”

 “Of being stuck here.”

The weight of your words hit him suddenly, you can feel him tense, but you don’t stop threading your fingers in his soft locks. “No, I think we’re gonna be okay.” He says easily. “But I still feel really stupid.”

“Do you know how we’re gonna get out of here?” You ask him. “I really miss my bed right now.”

“Yeah...” He murmurs, losing himself in sleep. “Me too.”

He doesn’t panic like he usually would, doesn’t worry about what might happen when he wakes up. Somewhere inside of him he did what he was meant to do here— to find the courage to create his own happy ending.

It’s you who he leaves feeling antsy when he falls asleep on your chest. His skin is warm, and it hugs you like a blanket as the breeze cools your hot cheeks. The comfort of it all has you eventually succumbing to slumber as well.

You decided to trust that whatever happened when you woke up, that you would figure it out together— everything was going to be fine.

When you wake, Jungkook is gone.

Your neck hurts, and your lips feel dry from having them parted while you slept. You try to blink away the sleep in your eyes as you lift your head with a groan, wiping the drool away from the corner of your mouth before you rub the sleep from your eyes. You stretch your back, lifting your arms up as you yawn, blinking your eyes open slowly. Your back straightens and your eyes shoot open wide when you realise, you’re back in the pub.

Everything is right where you left it before you and Jungkook were whisked away by the mysterious black hole in the ground, the one that transported you both to a completely different universe.

Hopping off the bar stool, you check the pub for any sign of him, but it only confirms your fears. He really is gone. You slug yourself back into main area and blow raspberries. “Men.” You grumble, resting your forehead against the folded arms you prop onto the counter in your silent wallowing.

When your humiliation slowly starts to fade away, you lift your head with a groan, mentally preparing yourself to close up shop, but that’s when you spot the little pink stick note stuck to the counter beside where you had fallen asleep earlier. You pull it off to inspect it with a heavy heart, not sure what you’re expecting it to say, but you still brace yourself for whatever it might be.

The writing is adorably messy, and a short, simple note with his number attached to it is written on the paper in black ink.

You smile so big that your cheeks start to hurt.

Don’t be a stranger (: – Jungkook

Jungkook practically waddles home, his entire body taut with exhaustion from what he would easily declare as the wildest seven hours he’s ever had in his life. He should be angry, grumpy knowing that he got no sleep, and that he’d have to go into working purely running on coffee and the fumes from his cologne. Instead, he grins like a mad man the entire walk home.

He yawns as he shoves the key into the doorknob to his apartment to let himself in, tapping around his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and his phone. When he flicks the light on, he’s completely bewildered to see what waits for him in his apartment. He needs to rub his eyes just to double check he wasn’t just seeing things.

Balloons, streamers, and the display of all of his closest friend’s clumped together on the couch wearing party hats; they must have been waiting all night for him. He blinks in surprise, and when the moment really sets in, he can feel that familiar sting in his eyes. God, he’s cried so much today already…he really doesn’t want to cry again.

His friends didn’t forget after all.

Jimin groans, lifting his head off of Rosie’s shoulder as his eyes try to adjust to the sudden light. “Kook, where the hell have you been? We waited all night for you.”

His phone buzzes in his pocket before he can explain himself. His glasses sliding down his nose slightly when he looks down at his device, met with a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown Number wouldn’t ever dream of it, little prince. ;)

He smiles down at his phone, elated to see your text— Jungkook can’t wait to fall in love with you.

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