Jungkook is ready to punch a hole through the soundproof walls of his studio. This is only the ninth time the single he's been working on has been denied completion.
It's so close, it's just missing that cherry on top-- and as much as he hates to say it, they're right.
It's a breakout track. Something to shock the fans and redefine his identity, his values. It's a grand unveiling of the real him. Raw, unfiltered and loud.
Just like that, he knows exactly what's missing-- or better yet, who.
--
"Again, from the top!" The choreographer shouts over the track that restarts while she paces her way back to the center.
You're all in formation, ready to take it from the top again.
You're drenched in sweat. The way your sweat glistens over your tanned skin under the studio lights with every sharp movement is a testament to your dedication.
While you're moving across the room with advanced technique, out of the corner of your eye, you notice that familiar frame. The same style, same aura that oozes dominance into any room he walks into.
Nevertheless, you shake yourself out of it and refocus on your dynamic execution until there's an interruption. Jeon Jungkook.
You can hear a few gasps carry over the music at his entrance. Presumably shocked that he'd be down here in the dance studio when he has his own recording room and a thousand other places to be.
Your boyfriend walks in politely, but he doesn't stop the group. He's a gentleman and waits. He leans against the mirror with crossed arms. At first, he watches the unity and chemistry of the group before they lock in on you.
You didn't have to look at him to know he was watching you. You can feel his stare burn holes through the layers of your skin until it ignites something bright and racy within you.
Once you're all through with this track and everyone is one kick away from dropping, a break is finally called. That's when you're beckoned over with a small gesture of his tattooed hand, and you're led out of the room.
"Hey," He says, not sure how to start this conversation.
"Hi," You're grinning like idiots while he leads you both to the elevator.
He waits patiently for the doors to close before he lands a sweet kiss on your lips, startling you.
"What was that for?" The only answer you're granted is a giggly shrug,
"Jus' missed you. I always miss you, even if we're in the same building."
"Your practice looked really good. Is that for the comeback?" He asks, leaning down to swipe his card to access the restricted upper levels where the bands' private studios are located.
"Yeah, we've just been piecing together some more choreo in case the showtimes get extended, and we have to do intros before you guys come out." He understands and signifies that with a nod.
The elevator shoots up god knows how many stories before it dings open.
His ringed fingers slink in between yours as he leads the way to his recording studio. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you as you talk, "How's your single going?"
It doesn't take super-hearing to catch the nervous inhale he takes at your question. He lets out a shaky breath, "Well, that's why I brought you here."
He goes on to explain his predicament. That long-lost treasure that's been taunting him all week. Never did you expect he'd conclude that the keys to the city are you.
"So you're saying you want me to moan into the mic?" It comes out so blank and disbelieving that it makes your boyfriend chuckle at your oblivion.
"Of course not, baby. I'm just going to make you cum so hard I get what I need, and you'll completely forget the mics are even there."
You thought the plan was flawed, you'll admit. You had little faith in his obscene scheme, but when has Jungkook ever failed to please you? Never, and now was no exception.
He has you bent over his lap with your panties tossed somewhere around the room and tears dripping onto the hardwood floors beneath you.
He's pistoning two fingers into your sopping cunt with an unforgiving speed. "aH- Fuck! Jungkook-" Your moans are utter perfection. How can someone sound so angelic yet sinful at the same time?
The wet squelch of your wet pussy was erotic and made your cheeks warm against the arm of the couch.
"Louder, baby, I can't hear you." He's getting into that headspace that he likes to visit from time to time.
The usually playful and sweet Jungkook was slowly but surely being eaten alive by a sadistic monster. The same one that made sure you always came with tears in your eyes, or you couldn't come at all.
He curls his fingers upwards, letting the pads of his fingers graze over the spongy roof of your core that had you seeing stars behind shut eyes.
"Hngh- Ah!" You practically scream out. It's moments like these you're glad he's the singer, because you know your throat is about to be royally fucked by tomorrow, both literally and figuratively.
"Jungkook, I'm-" You're interrupted by a resounding slap against the fat of your ass. Oh, how Jungkook loves your ass, so fat and round. Could stare at it all day, but he'll revisit that thought another time.
"Come for me, baby, let millions of people know who makes you feel this good." It's the low brass of his voice that renders you into pieces and makes you come undone.
Your orgasm rips through you with a blinding light. Your thighs shake, and you convulse at your center where Jungkook can feel you--and the sudden gush of fluid that shoots down the length of his fingers. Another stroke to his ego.
He lets you catch your breath while he fetches your underwear from somewhere and offers you your sweatpants from off the back of the sofa.
"W-was that good enough?" You're still a little winded, but Jungkook hears you. He cups your face gently and pulls you into a deeper kiss this time, one that lets your tongues dance too sensually to be considered professional for his workplace.
Then again, he just made you squirt in his studio, so.
๐ฅป ื๐ฃฒ์ ๊ตญ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ / dilf x babysitter
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|| mr. jeon wasn't looking for a girlfriend when he hired you as a babysitter for his 5 year old son - however, he took a liking to seeing you in his own home, way more than he'd realized. (13k words)
content : age gap (31 & 22) , secretly down bad jungkook, mini slow burn, sensitive reader, teasing, jealousy moment, eventual smut (mention of m. masturbation, unprotected p in v, oral f. receiving, praise and degradation, edging, doggy, hair pulling, talking her thru it, small boobs appreciation, clit play ..), fluff, lwk mean dom kook, they want each other bad, reader has long hair, jungkook is kinda grumpy, themes of dom & sub faintly underlying
โก bunnyยดs notes : dad jungkook is my fav trope ! i worked hard on ts,, lmk what u think (This took ages to write) >.< may contain typos or errors
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Life looks different twice a week.
On boring mondays and long wednesday evenings, you'd been making your way over to a neighbourhood that seemed far out of reach before, getting on a bus you'd never thought to ride. Lavish residences with blooming gardens line the streets of his district, among them, a rather dark looking, simple house;ย plain garden with a swing placed thoughtlessly right in the middle of the neglected front lawn, a broken porch light glowing whenever it felt enticed to.
Yet the herbal, earthy and simultaneously fruity scent of bonterra organic cabernet lingers in the air from what feels like a mile away. The artificial sweetness of your 16 euro body spray - notes of sugar and vanilla - create a mismatched harmony that infiltrates Mr. Jeon's home.ย
His son fell in love with you at the first meeting.
The puppy-like looking little boy had nannies on trial and error before - highly paid, recommended ones, the kind that have a linkedin, like all the other rich bastards in Jungkookโs circle have. While the first two'sย soft approach got the occasional giggle out of Jukyung, the following three, stricter ones, failed to do anything but make him cry and refuse to eat the meals they had spent so much time preparing. All of it seemed to make no sense since -ย he is by no means a difficult child to charm, proving equal habits by the time you came around. Hiding behind his dadโs leg and clinging his tiny hands to the cashmere pant, eyes wide and already glossy from glancing up at the fresh face in front ofย him.
Maybe that's why Jukyung came to adore you so quickly. Sweet faced and unmistakably younger than any of the other women his dad hired. Old enough to be old in his eyes - but young enough to know the shows he watches, recognize marvel superheroes and play the songs currently on the radio - when he repeats them with a jumbled melody and made up, Incoherent lyrics.
โHe's a bit shyโ Jungkook sighs, muttering as his fingers skim down the kid's tiny shoulders soothingly. You reply with a small hum, offering an inviting smile to him as you talk,
"That's okay. I'm sure we will get along. I'm โ , nice to meet you Jukyung.โ
He blinks slowly, the big doe eyes that match his dad's shine with childish excitement Jungkook lost somewhere along the way of becoming a man.
โNamjoon said you're good with brats like himโย Jungkook continues, a curious glint in his serious gaze, his friend's judgement remaining under scrutiny.ย
โMr. Kim?โย ย
He nods, โHe suggested you to meโ. While adjusting his tie, he spares a quick look at the golden watch on his wrist.
โI hope you get along. Donโt hesitate to call me if there is an emergency.โ
Jukyung pouts as he looks up to his dad, his iron man shirt bunched up in angry little grips of his hands. You stay quiet, listening to the serious tone in Jungkook's voice fade out into a parental gentleness, wiping the look off his son's face as he crouches down, giving him a kiss to the forehead and a reassuring pat on the head. โAppa is gonna be home in a couple hours. Be nice, okay?โ
โOkayโ he grumbles in return, almost managing to sound annoyed - if it wasn't for him nodding enthusiastically. The determination of his dad is wearing off on him even at this age.ย
Overall, the resemblance is striking, which is definitely why your eyes keep scanning over Jungkook's form. Noticing his full, pierced bottom lip, the slenderness of his fingers, the sharp contours of his jaw and round tip of his nose that looks exactly like his sons.
Jungkook also thinks his son is just like him.
The panorama window sits high above the rest of the city, his desk overlooks people scrambling for a taxi, kids leaving their school's building with a backpack that's almost bigger than their own body. The corner of his office desk is decorated with a frame holding a picture of his son on his third birthday, smiling at him. The assistant left long ago, the humming of the radio turned off with her departure, Jungkook always works in silence when he is in solitude. His mind was filled with enough noise.
Vibrations drumming against his desk snap him out of the deep focus read he was loosing himself in, his eyes feel dry from the screen's blue light that glowed continuously - picking up his buzzing phone, trading for a smaller blue light to stare at him.
A picture of Jukyung takes up his screen,ย a large wooden spoon clutched in his hand, his feet anchored to the stepper in order to reach their stovetop. From the caption, it reveals the orange hued, vegetable filled pan to be a coconut curry that his son has, supposedly, made all on his own.
He huffs in the memory of Jukyung attempting to help him with pajeon when it had rained two days ago - knowing from extensive experience that his five year old may be a talented boy, but certainly no chef.
The screen turns dark again, leaving a read notification on your end. Streetlights down the line start turning on their yellow glares, the sunโs glow replaced as it bids goodbye slowly, notifying him that it is time to go home soon.
โAppa!โย
โYouโre not sleeping yet?โ he tuts, loosening his tie and pulling off his suit jacket that survived another day. Jukyung shakes his head, a mischievous look proudly displayed on his face.
โYou should have put him to sleepโ Jungkook says, looking over at the neatly cleaned kitchen. From his distance, he can make out a covered pan still filled with a generous portion of food.
โHe has a set bedtimeโ he continues, brushing past you as you walk to the front door, picking up your shoes.ย
Up until now, you assumed to have done a good job with his son. He was quick to talk to you, engage - reluctantly - with your suggestions, his shy and guarded posture loosening into clumsy movements as time went by.ย
โRight, iโm sorry, i guess i forgot about itโย
Your reply is timid, shoulders raised against your knowledge, voice lowering into a smaller, flowery tone. The coconut curryโs aromas fly their way from the kitchen into the rest of the house, lingering in the air like an apology.
โNext time thenโ
Next time - Jungkook wants you to come back for a next time. Satisfaction runs through you quietly, Jukyungโs sleepy face looking up at you as he waves goodbye,
โYes, see you next timeโ you say, waving back at the two politely.
Itโs even quieter in his home than it is in his office once his son has fallen asleep. Thereโs no loud clock ticking on a wall, no background of employees talking in the hallways or printers working.ย
But there is a warm, home cooked dinner, sitting on his stove for him to eat.
Upon lifting the panโs cover, the scent gets stronger, delicious spice and freshness rise with the steam of the dish. Jungkook doesnโt recall the last time he came home to the warmth of someone elseโs cooking.ย Since Jukyung was born, there might have been a day - once or twice - where someone was watching him and there was food left over for him to eat. A day or two, where he didnโt need to carry his tired hands to rummage through his cabinets after vast hours of working. It was always cold, he knows that for a fact.
It wasnโt the comfort of a hot meal, the embrace of a taste that was seasoned with care - the picture of Kyung stirring the curry flashes in his mind as he scoops another spoonful into his mouth. He groans, aware of the inevitable look of anger crossing his expression. Jukyung pointed it out to him a couple months ago, how he always looks mad when he likesย the taste of something heโs eating.ย
The static rush of water running is the loudest one in his house as he rinses off the empty plate, even with the pressure turned up to itโs fullest - with the water splashing over the rim, wettening his underarm, the rhythmic beating of his heart sounds loudly within his ears.ย
Itโs the last sound he hears before he goes to sleep, the last thing he feels when his eyes are closed and his body feels warm, even with the AC running in the background.ย
Mondays always brought giddyness into his home. Jukyung got to pick the movie for the night- which typically ended up being either ponyo or spiderman into the spiderverse. His matching spiderman socks glide against the wooden floor as he sprints towards the front door, where you're sliding into the cotton slippers Jungkook bought for you to wear on your visits.ย
โYou're gonna hurt yourself Kyungโ Jungkook calls out, walking up behind him in slower strides.ย
โHey Kyungieโ you greet while his giggle starts up your own. Freely letting it out, the smile lines craving your skin, the scrunch in your nose blooming. You're reaching to mess up his hair a little, as he peers into the large tote bag hanging from your hand, the coloring book you brought looks very tempting.
โNoona, you have one?โ he gushes.
โOf course. Told you I would bring you one didn't I?โ
Nodding, he looks at his father who's displaying a lighter version of the same grin he's got on his face.ย
โWhat do we say?โ Jungkook raises an eyebrow, turning his expression into a playful look of strictness.
โThank youuuโ Jukyung sings, sporting another giggle. He probably never wanted his dad to leave the house this badly, the idea of filling out little bear drawings with you couldn't wait any longer.
"That's rightโ his dad retorts.
โGive that to meโ he continues, grasping the handles of the bag with his hand and pulling it out of yours. He must've noticed how it looked filled to the brim, now setting it on his couch as you pour yourself a glass of water.ย
โYou can leave your things here, no need to carry everything over and make hassleโย
You set the glass down, smiling at him awkwardly. โYouโve been saying that for weeksโ
โExactlyโ he says, buttoning up his coat, โAnd you keep ignoring itโ
โMost of it is my uni stuff, Kyung's been sleeping early latelyโ
"You're studying that late?โ he asks, narrowing his gaze at you. You hum in confirmation, explaining that the exam you're about to write has been driving you crazy. โI just can't get the hang of his writing. Youโre not secretly a kant lover, are you?โ
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head abruptly. Philosophy has never been his thing and probably will never be. His life lessons wouldn't have been avoided by knowing what some old man thought a thousand years ago, his business would not have grown to be any bigger either.ย
"Unfortunately not. My advice is to keep reading. You'll get it eventuallyโ
โStellar, Mr. Jeonโ you say, watching him shut his eyes in response. Juykung's laugh sounds faintly in the back of the open living room, busying himself with the crayons he snuck out of your bag.
"There's money on the counter for food, I didn't have time to go grocery shoppingโย
You look over to the couch as you speak, purposefully raising your voice to get the kidโs attention.
โThatโs okay. I was thinking of making pizza from scratchโ
Jukyung's doe eyes widen at your suggestion - snapping towards you for the second time, his excitement spills over into the room, flooding it with infectious, childish happiness.
โPizza, I love pizza. Appa never makes itโ
You gasp loudly at the perfectly reasonable revelation, shaking your head at Jungkook with faux disappointment.
โReally? That's no goodโ
Jungkook, a bit caught off guard at his son's cheekiness though it should come to no surprise, crosses his arms over his chest as he defends himself with the excuses of that being untrue, that if Jukyung ate his vegetables, maybe he'd consider pizza more often.
Their back and forth grants a glimpse into the home the way nothing material ever could. His son's expensive backpack and cheap pokemon bodywash don't account for the late nights that he lets him crawl into his spacious bed, strokes his head and mumbles made up stories to get Jukyung to fall back asleep. Domestic bickerings of father and son that are too alike and yet, couldn't be more different.ย
Jungkook's face never looks more handsome than it does when he's with his kid, his smile only reaches his eyes in moments like this. It's a sight you felt privileged to, a sight you, admittedly, called back into your thoughts often.
โNoona always gets to be the nice one, isn't that a bit harsh on me?โ
โNo, no you aaare is nice too. But noona is so nice. Just like you said noona is...โ he trails off, pursing his lips and really straining his thoughts. He's thinking hard, and the adults have to hold back a laugh at the deep frown in his brows, the angry purse of his lips. At least before you understand that he's trying to recall something Jungkook had said about you.
โThat's enoughโ he cuts in, reaching his hand down to high five his son,
โDon't cause troubleโ
The front door creaks open, turning back with a composed expression, he nods at you, stepping out of the house without another goodbye to spare.ย
The sun is high up in the sky even in the afternoon. Rays of light reflect on the metal slide tucked into the back of the playground, scorching and unusable on days like these. From the bench you're sitting on, next to moms spreading the newest affair stories coursing through the neighbourhood, Jukyung is in perfect view. Running around in the knee long denim shorts he begged you to let him wear - they look just like ones his dad has on when he's not in a suit, he said. Watching his short legs scramble around among the equally tiny ones of his two friends, you could make out that they must be playing catch - or something akin to it. His giggles are loud and his friends laughter bright, it felt impossible not to smile at the combined sound of it.
Jungkook spots you as he rounds the corner, his shortsleeved button down shirt and black jeans sticking out sorely in a crowd of floral dresses and lightly colored Tshirts. The low call of your name gets you to notice him taking a seat on the bench as well.ย
โMr. Jeon, you're earlyโ
โMy meeting was cut shortโ he replies, facing the playground in search of his kid. You can tell the moment he spots Jukyung, the frown in his brows evening out, his upper back now rests against the bench in relaxation.ย
โHas he been good?โย
โOf course. He's really energetic todayโ you chuckle, meeting his eyes that have shifted over to you.ย He huffs out a short laugh, โYeah, Kyung loves this weatherโ he adds, seeing a strand of your hair swaying past your face in the breeze. You tuck it back in place, holding a hand up to see past the blaring sun.ย
Your words about the new show Jukyung started watching turn into background buzz for him as Jungkook's gaze wanders off to the side, trailing after a mother holding hands with her son as they make their way out. Heesung, the little boy and Soojin, his mother, live a block down from him. Kindergarden has caused their worlds to collide in more than one way - Jukyung frequents their home, Heesung and him play football in their yard - while Soojin sometimes laughs a tad too loudly at Jungkook's sarcastic remarks and accidentally goes to pick up her son in a shirt that might've been washed too hot. Watching her now, his expression doesn't change, his frown never returns as though there is nothing present to bother him. Maybe there wasn't, maybe he had five years to get used to being a single father, to this inner feeling of somehow taking something away from his son.
He pushes it back down, letting his thoughts run back to routine - when his next meeting starts tomorrow, what he'd be cooking for dinner later.ย
โSounds like something he'd likeโ he states, unsure if that's even the case. โHow was your exam?โย
โOh, it went well, I think. I'm just glad it's over nowโ you reply, sighing with the relief of long studies that have come to an end. The glimmer of initial surprise doesn't go unnoticed, he himself is a bit stunned he managed to remember anything outside of his own schedule.ย
โI was always stressed in uni. I'm sure you did a good jobโ he says, seeing the exhaustion behind the coralish blush and the concealer you wear daily.ย
You try not to visibly melt at the validation, it was like he could pick out on your underlying insecurity, your silent need for something as simple as reassurance - someone to tell you that you did well, as embarrassing as that is.
โIt is stressful. I have a paper due next week and I haven't had time to start itโย
Jungkook hums, "Shouldn't have come today. You never cancelโ he mutters almost disapprovingly, the image Jukyung swinging next to his friend reflects in his eyes.
โI wanted to see Kyungie. Promised him we'd be going to the playgroundโย
A subtle, sunny smile takes its place on your lips when itโs your turn to face the swings - just as he's pulled to look at you again, because as time went on, it's been becoming increasingly, infuriatingly difficult to stop himself from doing so. Reluctantly, he allows his focus to remain on the sheer softness he can make out by looking at your lips, the fondness painting your face in peace. Something compels him to mumble that you're too nice to his son, wishing for you to overhear. He knows you do hear him once that gentle smile turns into an actual chuckle again and suddenly, he is almost grateful that you did.ย
Jungkook also knows what classes you have on the days you watch Juykung, he knows that the dress youโre wearing is your favourite because his son said it makes you look like a pretty princess - and he knows that he tried his hardest to pretend that he does not know any of those things. Just like he ignores how you remembered to ask him about the marketing deal that'd been stressing him out lately and how you noticed that he fixed the porch light after months of putting it off.
โSeriously, how long was that thing flickering for, it would drive me crazyโย
Jungkook snarls briefly, the way he does when his son is being a bit of a brat, before searching for the answer to your question in the back of his mind.
โI don't remember a time it ever worked. When Hyejin and i first moved in it was already like thatโ
Hyejin.ย
It wasn't like you'd never thought to ask. Never sat in their home looking for evidence of another parent - pictures where she'd be seen moving in the background or posing with him. The absence of a mother was impossibly evident, regardless, never making the home feel incomplete. Jukyung never asked complicated questions about his mother, never had a complaint about her working too much, like appa does, or why all the other kids had one to come home to. But there had to be one, gathering from that one time he asked you if your mother and you are still friends, he knows he has one too.
The first ten seconds after he says her name are silent, it's always like that when he does mention her to anyone, like a curse you weren't supposed to say out loud.
โShe's..?โ
โHis motherโ he finishes, the uncomfortably familiar tightening in his throat fails to climb all the way up to shake his stable reply, practice over the duration of five years does that to someone.
โI see. I've never heard you talk about herโ you say awkwardly, only noticing how that sounded once the sentence is spoken, you open your mouth to stumble over words that tell him โItโs not like you have to, i just meant-โ
"No need to get scaredโ he says, the rough laugh that follows makes a flash of heat go through your stomach and an embarrassed flush flood your system. His unshakeable calm and stupid, serene seriousness even whilst laughing - rattled you every single day since meeting him. It makes you nervous by default, to engage with someone that seems to have it all together. So unlike you, so unlike any of the men that youโve come in contact with in university frats and hallways.
โItโs not like there's much to say, she didn't want to be in his life, so she isnโtโ
Occasionally, fragments of life were really that plain. That easily explained, a history of grief, longing, hard work and separation summarized into a bite sized answer that accomplished as much answering as a question like that can be answered. The addition of her leaving Jungkook stranded at 26 with a newborn that, he now has to raise into a functioning human, didn't serve any purpose. The detail that they had just begun renovating the house was useless. Five years later, all that matters is that the world kept spinning, that Jukyung may not have a mother but he does have a father that loves him unconditionally. A father that's happy with the way things are, for the better.
The simple answer sunk in and now, it didn't matter to you either, insignificant how's and why's vanished because of how hollow it felt to look into a story that ended in a content little boy.
โI don't think he needs more than his dad. You're doing amazing at giving him what he needs to be happyโ
Jungkookโs throat tightens again, unfamiliar this time, fondly, like he wants to bathe in the compassion of that sentence and remind you - that Juykung needs you too.
โThank youโ is what he settles for, allowing enough space for quiet appreciation to sit down between you.ย
It doesn't stretch on much longer, interrupted by the high pitched crying ringing through the otherwise tranquilly chaotic playground. Crying that sounds too much like Jukyung. You're on your feet before he registers; it is indeed his child that's sitting on his newly scarped knees, sobbing tears that tumble down his chubby cheeks in a stream.
โShh, it's okay Kyungie, come here.. Let noona see..โ you mumble into his black messy hair, the wetness on his face seeps into your shirt as he molds himself into your chest. You're crouching form has Jungkook standing uselessly to your right, looking down at your hand that soothes his kid's back, the comfort of your embrace sparks Jukyung to sniffle in order to catch his breath and explain that he fell, only for his voice to break at the end.
You place a kiss on his temple, picking him up to sit on your underarm while inspecting his minimal wound with worried eyes that look suspiciously glossy. Jungkook's whispering gruff โItโs okay" 's, the unease in his own body diffusing when Juykung naturally reaches for your embrace, seeks your soft words with tiny hiccups. Softening even further, as his miniature fingers brush a salty tear from your own cheek.ย
Jukyung pouts, telling you not to be sad, that he's a big boy. He knew heโd be safe when you came walking, knew youโd be there to hold him when he was hurt and Jungkook now knew - that his son's trust in you is the biggest blessing a curse could possibly bring. Butterflies that he thought lost their wings half a decade ago begin to fly through his stomach briskly, the tingle so juvenile and youthful it feels almost wrong to pay attention to.ย
โYou need to be more careful buddyโ he grumbles, hugging the small boy to his chest as youยดre passing him over, listening to his sobs subside slowly.
โDo you wanna eat ice cream before we go home?โ
Jukyung's mood brightens in a bat of his long eyelashes, the glossy doe eyes staring into his dad's demandingly and he knew no better than to give in. โI want choco ice cream" he nods enthusiastically, forgetting all about his scraped knee at the thought of tasting chocolate that melts into his mouth.
โWould you like one too?โย
โYes, yes noona take one! You like strawberryโ Jukyung says proudly, stealing the polite no off your lips, declining the idea of you missing out on something as amazing as ice cream. Jungkook looks at you to confirm,ย
โYou're right, I do like strawberryโ you say to Jukyung, though you're looking at his dad, who is already pulling out cash from his wallet, whilst his son is beaming about being able to recall the flavour you favor most.
โThank you Mr. Jeonโ you tell him after he's done ordering for the three of you. He's about to open his mouth to tell you that it's really nothing, but Jukyung butts in.
โJungkookโย
Both of you share a look of confusion, tilting your head at the little boy apparently does the trick, he repeats his father's name - this time elaborating simply,ย
"Appa's name is Jungkookโ
Jungkook's puzzle pieces fall into place before yours do, huffing at the innocent ease of his words, the weight behind them invisible and unimportant in the mind of a five year old. Jukyung takes the icecream into his greedy little hands as soon as it's in reach, licking away at it like there was a timer running - the pain of his previous injury long left in the dust.
โYou're right Kyungโ he enforces after a split second of bravery in his weakness, handing over your own portion and hoping - that you'd understand the message he's trying to send.
Normally, youโd refuse. Immediately result in professional smiles and head shakes, saying that there is no need to skip formalities. It might have been the intensity of his brown eyes as he established what he wanted, how there was never an offer as much as there was a demand. Doomed to the beauty of his name and the honey as he said it, there remained no bone in your body that craved to deny him. Your throat itches to say his name, let it roll off your tongue delightfully, let the sound hang in the thick summer air.
โJungkookโ you repeat, satisfied at hearing yourself say it. The wall tore down loudly, echoing a minimized space between you two. Realistically, it was nothing more than his first name - but also, nothing less than being called by his first name.ย
โGetting used to that will take timeโ
"Don't stress outโ he exhales heavily, facing his kid that's succeeded in smothering his mouth in chocolate ice cream.
โNoona, can you not stay for longer? pleeeease?โ
โJukyung, let noona go home, she's been entertaining you all dayโ Jungkook chimes in, picking up his whiny kid by his armpits, the stretched word please becoming background noise as he groans, settling him against his broad chest.
โEnough, it's late and you're sleepy, say bye to noonaโ he says, a slightly worn out edge to his tone. Jukyung pouts as he waves in your direction, watching you zip up your jacket with glassy puppy eyes.
โBye bye noonaโ he mumbles dramatically, making a kissy face afterwards. With your fingers scratching at his head that rests on Jungkook, you tell them,ย โGoodnight, sleep wellโย
Jungkook's tiling his head down involuntarily - closer, focusing his unguarded gaze on the genuine smile on your face, the tenderness in your words as you speak to his baby. His heart thumps stupidly loud when Jukyung giggles at your touch and he hates how submissive he feels to all of it. To the ridiculous image of extending the hold to include you, attach his lips to your head because it'd be so easy to just lean down and -
"Mr. Jeon?โ
โYesโ
Sharp. Maybe too sharp - too forced against the silent, pillowy warmth that bubbled up inside him moments ago. He notes your startled blink, the sweet innocence of those pretty eyes that don't understand what it does to him when you stare up like that. He doesn't correct you, respects the much needed, accidental distance in the usage of his last name.
โI uhm, just wanted to say goodbyeโ
โYeahโ he grumbles, roughly wiping a hand down his tired face, his other holding on to the squirmy child, โGoodnightโ
The door shuts, Jukyung is rubbing his eyes sleepily and it's just them now. He's just Appa now, and you're on the bus - on the way back to the university dorm you live in. At times that felt like a united world broke its illusion. You were, whether you yourself knew or remained painstakingly unaware, in utterly incompatible worlds. That is his mantra, his voice of reason anytime he starts drifting into thoughts that notice how much your dynamic creates a harmonious balance despite it all. Despite him being nearly a decade older, a single dad, a rich business man.ย
Because as much as he feels sick being stripped down like this, naked in the shower - exposed to his bare thoughts - in your eyes, all he truly ever was, is Jukyung's dad. Just Appa - just Mr. Jeon, Jungkook. He desires nothing more than to solely be Jungkook, that's who stares back at him with every glance in the fogged up mirror. But he isn't, or more so, he cannot be. Not when you have too much ahead of yourself, the youth of nine years he'd lived through already- and deserve so much better than a thirty-two year old single father that fists his cock to the remembrance of his first name on your lips, in that sweet, girlish voice.
He groans your name quietly - like the sound hurts and scratches its way up his throat because it feels wrong, so wrong how naturally it seeks to slip out no matter how much he forbids himself to voice it. Slow drags of his hand over his aching cock transform into hasty strokes that crave a smaller, softer hand to tip him over. The blurry picture of you earlier, in that pretty dress that hit just below your knee, the fabric denting at the curve of your waist just enough to make out the dips and curves - felt sinfully beautiful in his mind's eye. It would've felt much more satisfying to spill into a hand that has polka dotted gel nails, watch his milky arousal drip from those feminine fingers instead of his tattooed digits. He wouldn't be washing it away shortly after, there would be no shameful cloud to loom over his head as he shampoos it.
โWould you like to stay for dinner?โย
โSorry,โ you hush, gathering up the limp child in your arms. His head lolls back, pouty lips parted in a relaxed snore. Jungkookโs fingers brush yours when he takes his sleeping kid into his arms, bicep straining against the black button down, โI tried to keep him awake. The playground really did a number on himโ
"Not surprisedโ he says, stroking some long strands from Jukyung's forehead, โSo?โ
โOh, rightโ you almost forgot he asked you something. It was just so distracting - the subtle ways he would soften when looking at his son, the way his shirt clung to his arms and chest in an intimidating contrast, โSure, if it's no issueโ
โOf course notโ he mutters back like the question was an inconvenience, the width of his shoulders coming into view as he steps up the staircase, getting ready to lie Jukyung into his racecar bed.ย
Jungkookโs long day shows up in his slower movements as he chops up the ingredients, adding that tired rasp to his already sultry voice as he talks.ย
โYou bought it for himโ
โWhat?โ his eyes narrow a little, swinging the noodle pan with an easy wrist,
โThe bed he's been rambling aboutโ you answer, standing just shy of brushing against his frame when attempting to pull out two plates from the top cabinet. Your stance proves unstable, fingertips reaching for lengths out of reach even on the balls of your slippers,
โYeah. He wouldn't let it goโ Jungkook says with a short exhale, his fingers reach beyond yours, pulling out the two plates with a clank that's too loud in the sudden silence. His chest brushes against your shoulders with the slight lean, the ghost of his contact haunts your skin with shivers, no matter how brief it had been.
โHereโ he says, his gaze dropping to meet yours, already looking up at his face that seemed too close - even though there is a respectable distance, you could clearly see the mole under his bottom lip, the silver ring in the corner that glistened in the fluorescentย kitchen light. The action remains uncommented but you swear you see his eyes dart to your parted lips for an unusually long second-ย just as he returns his attention back to the curry pasta, leaving you to set the plates down like nothing had happened, because nothing did happen.ย
The unforeseen pulse between your thighs would beg to disagree. Embarrassingly it blooms, causing you to press your legs together secretly - hidden under the dark wood table just as he sits down next to your tense figure. Not across, not facing you with the length of his table separating you. On the chair next to yours, body angled in to fill up your empty plate with a delicious smelling dinner. The action is careful, caring in a way that only worsens the ache with its underlying dominance, with the gruff mumble of him telling - or rather, ordering you to start eating. You wait for his plate to be full before you do, and with the first bite always comes that satisfied, low moan. Jungkook knew it was coming, he'd first lost his mind when you got icecream together and braced for its arrival ever since. Your reactivity had him fantasize about how stupidly easy it is to make you moan, how he would probably be able to make you cry if he just kissed you for long enough, deeply enough.ย
โYou should eat tooโ you mumble, covering your mouth. He's staring, he just now realises.
โIs it good?โ Jungkook questions, taking a first bite himself - the flavours spark on his tongue in the familiar comfort of a dish he has cooked a dozen times over.
โSoo goodโ you hum, nodding your head as if to support the statement while chewing. He hums too, beginning to feel the heat rise up his neck and it steals his ability to speak momentarily.
โYeah?โ he huffs, a swipe of his tongue over his lips accommodate the strangely sultry intonation that's laced itself into the conversation,ย
โYou like it?โ
The way he asks feels loaded. You do like it. Both of you know you do. The simple answer is yes, the complicated one is the softer sounding yes you give him;
eyeing his lips, voice quieting to mirror the weight of his own gaze.ย
โI'm glad. It's nothing elaborateโ he mutters, spinning his fork slowly with a stern glare into the plate. He was getting distracted.
โI saw normal people by sally rooney in your bagโย Jungkook states, remembering how the cover caught his attention. He read that book a while back, turning the pages about stories of, well, normal people. Relationships, lives.ย From the handful of books he read, he wouldn't shy away from crowning this one as his favourite. Something so ordinary and complicatedly mundane felt like second nature. You, on the other hand, take another bite as you gather your thoughts.
โTerrible book. Don't read it, it's a waste of timeโ
โWhat?โ he fires back, a sharp huff of air leaving him.
โWhat? It's so boring, basically nothing happens in itโ irritation laces quietly into your words, watching him get increasingly more irritated in return. He sets his fork down, a tinge of sarcasm accompanying him, โRight, nothing in 300 pagesโ
โYesโ you say, barely smiling while gesturing his way, โNow you get itโ
Jungkook shakes his head, grumbling that, โYou have terrible tasteโ
โBecause I donโt wanna read about someoneโs daily life?โ
โBecause you think that slice of life is boring. It's social commentaryโ he says, his voice getting a tad louder with his increased annoyance and it hits him then, that he's getting way too worked up over this. He canโt help it, the feeling of being misunderstood prickles underneath his skin. Instead of going on a tangent about the lessons in life and the beauty of normalcy in a society where thereโs so many expectations thrust on you,ย he resumes eating.
โIf I wanted philosophic takes Iโd read my classes notesโย
โMaybe you shouldโย
โSorry?โ you say, more mockingly than seriously offended. Jungkook, looking back up at you with his signature, neutral expression tells you; โApology acceptedโ before breaking out into what can only be described as an indefinite smirk.ย
โOnce you get older, youโll understand wanting to know about lives like your ownโ he retaliates, eating another mouthful of pasta to let the statement settle first.ย
โIโm not saying itโs not understandable, iโm saying i think itโs boringโย
Your explanation doesnโt pull an answer from him, pushing you to start talking again. โI like when a book takes me places that.. arenโt realisticโ
โMost people doโ
โYeah, i guessโ
Youโre looking at him from the lens of someone that has lived an equally as normal life - maybe even more so, without a child to take care of on your own, without the headstart of abundant money, the responsibility of a business on your shoulders.
โBut I guess itโs nice to read something boring once in a while. Makes you feel less boring yourselfโย
"Recommend me one. Maybe it can change my mindโย you add after a moment of consideration, the olive branch fragile and swaying as you wait for him to take it.
โIntermezzo. Also by sally rooney.โ
โAre you a fan?โ you joke, raising an eyebrow at him. He tuts, his shoulders shaking slightly with a gentle, low laugh spilling from his lips. Ease takes over your body, a smile openly shines on your own lips now, the thought of wanting to hear his laugh again makes you feel impatient.ย
Impatient to listen to more of his opinions, unwrap the tangled ropes that tie together his thoughts.ย
Perhaps too impatient, too uncoordinated as you brush the fork past your lips.
"There's somethingโ he begins, inching closer with intent. His hand reaches to your face, thumb swiping at the corner of your lips with added pressure as he mumbles the remainder of his sentence, โ... on your faceโ
Heโs unable to stop looking, unable to pretend he does not see your eyes widening, your breath catching in your throat. The tiny sound of surprise has him holding down a deep moan. He doesn't let his finger linger afterwards, his thumb is gone from your skin as fast and unexpectedly as it had landed there in the first place. However, you would be able to feel it tingle there for hours later. Even days.
Like on this quiet friday evening, standing in your cozy bathroom, looking into the mirror as you tie your hair back, remove your hoops - wash off the make up thatโs been marinating on your face for longer than it should have. You scrub, closing your eyes, the warm water feels like a hug on your stripped skin. In the black behind your eyelids, the touch on your face feels lively - and you can almost hear his voice too, telling you to read the book thatโs now sitting on your nightstand, halfway into a story of grief, love, family.ย
A story about a part of life everyone will be confronted with. An ending no one can escape witnessing and falling victim to. Nature taking its breath back, people losing each other and gaining vital epiphanies, long winded stories that end in questions and answers. Reflection, a window into your own life and it's fragile evanescence. Death isnโt the only grief a person can experience. Losing someone - something, the effects of that run through your veins because of absence. Learning to fill the hole - whether by stitching it up or embedding its presence into routine, isnโt a task exclusive to the aftermaths of a death.ย
The text message notification dings, transferring you out of the story thatโs been playing out on the laid out pages.
โCan you watch Kyungie today? It'd be from 7pm to around 9:30pm.โย
With a glance to the time on top of your screen, you close up the book, letting him know that, yes - youโd be there soon.
When you arrive after taking the usual route, nothing is particularly unusual, though something is different. Impossible - to -ย ignore - kind of different. He stands in front of the hallway mirror for much longer than normal, adjusting his tie for what seems like the seventh time in five minutes. And when he walks past to slip into his jimmy choo's, the air reeks thickly of bleu de chanel.
Manly, fresh, deliberate.
โWhatโs the occasion ? You never make me watch him on weekendsโย
โIt was a bit spontaneous. Iโll pay you extra for the short notice - and Iโll text you if it gets later.โย
You nod in agreement, give him another questioning look he fails to acknowledge as your heartbeat continues to speed up, the clingy awareness of insecurity providing its steady beat. He swings his coat over his shoulders, slipping into it carefully. The gust of wind that passes when he closes the front door behind him is cool, uncovering how suffocating the air in your lungs is. Suddenly, you knew what this was. Why it might get later than anticipated, later than how things usually are.
Jungkook is going on a date.
It doesnโt matter, does it?ย
That youโve never seen his hair styled like this and you're already mentally scrolling through restaurants he might be taking her to, silently wondering If he kisses on the first date,
If he tastes like nicotine and sugary maturity.
It matters when the strong feeling of disappointment rushes to your chest and your mind wraps itself around the concept of Jungkook looking to date. The quiet intimacy from your perspective now staring back at you like a huge misunderstanding. It didn't vanish - if anything, the plunging feeling only grew with his son that is already tugging on the sleeve of your oversized sweater, babbling about wanting to watch ponyo and do puzzles. Activities with his noona, the babysitter that watches Jungkookโs son.ย
Jungkook's son, whoโs so completely in love with you, who you've sung to sleep with Jungkook admiring quietly, leaning against the doorframe - hoping you didn't spot his shadow. Jungkook who'd heard you tell Jukyung your favourite fruit and somehow, always ended up buying tangerines at the end of the week after that
โNoona actually brought you a new puzzleโย
His smile widens into an innocent giggle, wrapping his little grubby hands around your arm and you can not be asked not to chuckle in return, letting him walk you to the couch. โDid you eat dinner Kyungie?โ
โIโm starvingโ she chuckles, "Haven't eaten in hoursโ
Boring, god the woman in front of Jungkook is so incredibly boring to him.
Soojin's pretty, with long brown hair and a low cut shirt, a gentle voice and a nice smile. The faint touches of her hand on his arm when she laughed at something he had said - or the way her eyes darted to his lip ring - didnโt reel him in. Not like it did with you, where he felt the pull of wanting to kiss that needy look off your face. Everything she said, about her yoga studio and the way she liked going golfing, was so boring to Jungkook. He wondered, at some point of watching her sip the wine he ordered, if you had already put Jukyung to bed, if your hair is pulled into a messy pony yet and if you knew what he was doing right now.
Something about it made him feel almost guilty. He'd avoided saying it on purpose, why you're watching over his son today and yet, when he glanced back at you through the window, It was obvious you had caught on. Obviously, whatever you were feeling about the realization, you did not look happy for him. In a twisted way, it made him happy, even if for a mere moment.
Dinner tastes good, steak always does the trick - wine always relaxes him. Unable to indulge in it to the full extent, he had to drive - but getting wine drunk has never sounded more appealing. Especially after the fifth failed attempt of intellectual conversation. Words were not getting him anywhere but deeper in thought, nowhere and yet, parked in front of her apartment, with a slightly frustrated frown in his eyebrows - his lips kept colliding with hers anyways, allowing her warm tongue to lip past and explore his mouth. His eyes shut tightly in an effort not to sink into this burdening feeling, the low groan that he lets out sounds more frustrated than blissful. Frustrated with himself, with the fact that Soojin's hands on his shirt buttons fail to faze him, that he doesn't move his hands up and down her body to map out the curves she has - but simply anchors them to her hips. He was holding on to the denim like the image of you, despite wanting nothing more than to let go of both at that very moment.ย
โI should get goingโ she mumbled breathlessly, the desperation in her airy voice sounded like she imagined him to refuse, to keep her in his car and mess up the make up she'd spend so much time putting on, let her undo the very last buttons of his shirt too. So when he hums and agrees, saying that it is getting late and they bothย do have a child at home after all, her slick smile turns almost polite. Straightening out her hair with her fingers, she stepped out without meeting his gaze once more.
Jungkook exhales heavily after the Mercedes door slams, running a sweaty hand down his handsome scowl and begins driving home, to his son, to you.
The rattling of his keys donโt wake you from the slumber youโd fallen into about halfway into the second round of ponyo playing on the flatscreen.ย It laughs at Jungkook, mocking the storm that was already rampaging his thoughts. You looked like a domestic wet dream;ย Jukyung's sleeping from with his head laid on your chest that is rising and falling, comfortably matching the rhythm of his son's slowed breathing. With unspoken awe, he notices how his son holds on to your shoulder loosely, how your soft hand looks big on the little boy's back and your eyelashes fan so prettily against your rosy cheeks. Noting the absence of a blanket, heโs already halfway into laying one over the both of you, ignoring the sheer fact that, realistically, he would need to wake you and you should be making your way back home.ย
โJungkook?โย
The dazed mumble of his name halts him in his tracks, widened blanket hanging in his hands without a purpose. He lets you wake up, waits until the fog of sleep disappears from your eyes to continue talking. The taste of his date's lips haunts his mouth in a bitter aftertaste now, seeing how your first instinct was to pull Juykung closer to your body, perching him upright as you sit yourself up.
โShit I must've fallen asleep. Did you just get back?โ
โYeah, about a minute agoโ he answers, folding the blanket back up, โDid he make you watch that fish movie again?โ he mumbles, nodding towards the tv.
You nod too, groaning softly while tucking the sleeping child into the corner of the couch, coming to yourself from the nap. โProbably why we fell asleep, seen it about a hundred times now.โ A beat of silence passes, your voice turns painfully careful,ย
โ How.. was it?โ
Jungkook stills, the air between you both growing thick. A tense glance is exchanged as he steps forward an inch, his fully dressed-up form standing right in front of where you are sitting on his couch with a softness he isn't familiar with. He tried to clear himself of his actions - weak attempts in forgetting about you, buttoned his shirt back up and reapplied his perfume to overpower her stench. He was aware it was to no use, not when you could see his well gelled hair now beginning to fall loose, how a trace of red was smeared slightly around his lips and the pristinely ironed shirt looked just a tad messed up. He clears his throat, answering the question you never wanted to ask in the first place.
โOkay, I thinkโ
โOkay?โ you echo, the curious undertone smells like a hope you didn't dare to have. Misplaced, possibly unwelcomed.ย
He sighs, a quick shake of his head following,
โNothing special. "Didnโt feel it.โ
It was short, direct. An answer that was true to his nature and another relief to yours.ย
โNot your type?โย
โNo, not my typeโ he says, his body slumping down on the couch next to yours with a hand reaching to caress Juykungโs back - his head tips back against the couch with a delicious stretch of his neck. No purple bruises, no wet patches of skin decorating the road down to his shoulder. The darkness of the living room provides you with a slight comfort, swallowing details of your feelings, like the slight shake in your fingers when you too -ย lean back against the couch, head tilted enough to face him. He looks at you for that brief lapse of time, vulnerable wordlessness settles down, taking up the remaining inches between your faces. Raw and hidden all at once, the absence of light strikes Jungkook to be honest with not only himself, but you.
โIt just felt unnatural. I didn't really.. want to be thereโ
He murmurs, his eyelids feeling heavy with drowsiness, โWanted to go homeโย
โSounds boring. We had fun here, you really missed outโ you mumble back with withheld amusement, feeling the effects of this moment take a toll on you. Itโs easier to tease him when you feel unseen, there is less resistance to the pull that always wants to tug you together adjacently.ย
The hum he lets out sounds from deep within his throat, almost rumbling through his deep, quiet words.ย
โLike I said, I wanted to be homeโ
Home, didn't just mean at his house, inside his walls without anyone to bother him but his kid. Home meant being somewhere you were, somewhere he had his son in reach, somewhere he knew he belonged. There was no use in explaining his favourite book to a woman that wasn't interested in the workings of his mind, no use when you'd read the same book and - hated it, listened to him bitching about you not getting the point but nonetheless, ended up reading another one of those just because he saw value in it.ย
When you breathed a part back into his lungs that was devoid of air, that now longs for warm meals after a long work day, the sight of a woman sleeping with his kid in her arms, a soft laugh he helped elicit.
Utterly, devastatingly terrifying.
โI felt like that with my ex boyfriend. Like I had to be what.. he wanted me to beโ you say after a deeper inhale, the breath filling your tight chest with courage. You learned not to cry because he would get annoyed, mastered to dim your light for comfort, but it's plastered all over your face, how much allow yourself to show when you feel like it's just Jungkook that's watching.ย
โUnnatural, if that's what you meantโ
โI didโ he clarifies, โHow long were you together for?โ
โNot too long, I broke up with him after six monthsโ you explain, reminded of the day you chose yourself. It must be laughable in his eyes, you think. Six months was nothing compared to his break up. Instead, he sympathetically quiets his words, mist of late hours making them feel too loud anyway.
โIโm sorry to hear thatโ
"Don't beโ you shake your head, "It's better that way. I don't want to pretendโย
โNeither do Iโ he admits, running his fingers through his hair, the previously formal style now messily sitting on his head with wear. He looks comfortable.
โWas.. this your first date after Hyejin?โ
The question is a leap, a gap you didn't know you had permission to breach. As the question leaves your lips, the dark gives away how he doesnยดt seem fazed or surprised, he just presses his lips together, nodding โYeah. Had a baby to raiseโ
โDo you feel ready now?โ
Jungkook cocks his head, his body instinctively turning towards you. The invisible string of rough, vague want and deep, intricate need for connection pulls tighter.ย
โReady?โ he hums, a moment of debating his answer goes by โReady isn't a feeling. You decide readyโ
Control is a possession he kept dearest to him. Decide how people look at you. Decide what they know. Decide when you're ready, no matter how much his heart rebels against it with its violent beat, no matter how much his hands long for a counterpart to lace his finger through and squeeze when things get overwhelming.ย
โYou shouldn't pretend. There's nothing you have to hideโย
You mutter, turning to your side as well. Whilst looking at him with the slit of separation that presented as a large wall, there still wasn't anything he could hide under. You'd seen him, even with his suit on and his back turned, you were always able to see Jungkook.ย
Midnight struck on his rolex like lightning, the string that's been pulling at your heads and hearts snaps underneath the tension of him deciding - that he isn't ready yet.
โYou should go home, you'll be exhausted for your 8:00 am classโ
He rises to his feet, cracks in his surface blend back together as the newfound space creates enough room to stop breathing in each other's exhales, swallow each other's words.
A sinking feeling comes up back as you do from the suede couch, the distance is notable, your smile adjusts into one he knows is restrained and it makes him feel like an asshole. He doesn't fight it, tells you to be safe after you open his front door, stepping outside of the isolated world they created.ย
The candle, a big, blue and sparkling six, is lit with its swaying flame moving in the wind passing through the Jeonโs kitchen window. Jukyung leans forward, his lips pursed as he blows out the candle with his birthday wish rooted deep in his mind, letting the smoke from the extinguished flame carry it out into the world.
โDid you wish for something good buddy?โ His dad asks, wiping off the chocolate icing sticking to the bottom of the candle.ย
โOf course I didโ he smiles proudly, the shimmer of childhood bright and alive as another year of life is ahead for him. His eyes widen in amazement the second the knife slides into his belgian chocolate mousse cake,
โWhat did you wish for?โ
โThatโs a secret, sillyโ Jukyung nods enthusiastically, watching as his dad raises a questioning eyebrow, placing a generous slice down on to the plate laying on the table.
โAlright, Alrightโ Jungkook says, pressing a kiss to his son's ruffled hair. In true Jukyung fashion, the chocolate spreads beyond the corners of his lips and somehow always ends up all over his fingers. But it's his birthday today, so all Jungkook can really do is watch, smile and hold back the current of emotion raving through his pulse.ย
After dropping Jukyung off at his best friends house, he drives back up the road, spotting someone waiting on his porch.
โWhat are you doing here?โ
โHeyโ you start, shuffling the blue paper bag from one hand to another,ย
โSorry, i just wanted to drop off a gift for Kyung. Guess I'm a little lateโ you smile, reading him unlocking the door as a silent invitation for you to follow. Taking off your shoes as always, sliding into your house slippers laying right next to his.ย
โWhat did you get him?โ Jungkook grabs two glasses from the cupboard, holding up a bottle of lillet. You nod, โA coloring book. The totoro one, i'm tired of ponyoโย
Jungkook grins, pouring the both of you a refreshing, full glass. The weather is beautiful today, breezing romantic summer air. His eyes note the pink lipstick stain on his glass after you took a sip, sitting prettily.ย
โI can't stand that stupid fishโ he grumbles, bringing his glass to his lips, concealing the way his smile widens at the sound of your laugh.
โHe's growing up fast. He was so much more.. baby like when i startedโ
โYeah. He's a little gentleman nowโ Jungkook rests his forearm on the counter, leaning against it casually by your side.ย
โHe starts preschool soon right?โ
He hums, looking into his glass,ย
"In September"ย
You hum too, the marble counter reflecting a ray of setting sunlight into the room. Glows of the golden hour soak his honey skin in it's hues, the glint of fresh tears in your eyes is more obvious when colorful.
โAhh..โ you shake your head, smiling to suppress it further, your finger already on the way to catch what's threatening to fall from your eyes, โSorry, i get emotional so quicklyโย
Jungkook shifts closer, the natural black strands falling over his forehead - his body folds slightly to adjust to you, he knows this feeling. He recognizes it for what it is, for what it has always been with you around. He's not good at hiding it this time.
There's beauty outside control.ย
โThat's okay. I get it, he's my sonโ he murmurs, brushing his fingers against yours, resting on the cool surface. You wait for them to disappear, but they never do. His fingers stay on top of yours like a feather light kiss, brown eyes refusing to look away from your face as the sadness disappears into sheer relaxation.ย
โYou do realise that he loves youโ Jungkook says, his thumb slowly moving against your hand,ย
โDo you know what he wished for, when he blew out the candle?โย
His body moves forward again, you shake your head no, letting him continue, the words drowned in quiet affection.
โHe said it's a secret, but that lasted for maybe 10 minutesโย
Another smile blooms on your lips, waters the one growing on Jungkook's as he continues, focused on keeping that devastatingly heartfelt look all over your face.ย
โHe wished for you to keep watching him when he gets olderโย
Jungkook is mesmerized with the first tear that truly tumbles down the apple of your cheek, a single, short sigh passing through your lips as you do nothing but look at him. Into his eyes, searching for something.
He inches his fingers closer, time feels stretched out into slow motion as his thumb makes contact with the wetness on your cheek, swiping it away carefully. You don't shatter under his touch, encouraging his thumb to wander down your jaw, caress again, until, unwillingly, tilting up the tip of your chin subtly.
He's powerless as he leans down, breathless at the first angelic touch of your lips on his.ย
Jungkook wants to kiss you until the world fades out.ย
Your lips attach to his too, slowly at first, testing how good it feels in your whole body every time his quiet sounds slip into your mouth, getting louder once your arms have made their way around his neck. His kisses grow demanding at the closeness, the warmth of your body creeping from your waist into his palms, your sweet moan of satisfaction makes him smile faintly right into the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours to pull another moan from your mouth.
โWe need youโ he mumbles, the words swallowed under more passionate collisions, drowning in your combined heavy breathing that resulted from being each other's source of air.ย
โDo I kiss better than Soojin?โ you mumble after a hitch of your breath, his swollen lips trail down your tilted neck eagerly and patiently all at once. The memory of her makes his skin prickle, wanting nothing more but to tie himself to you further. Wet, open kisses punctuate his response, the nickname seeping into your skin, embedding its low sound into your body.ย
โJealousy looks cute on you, sweetheartโย
โM'not jealous" you chuckle, airy and full of lies. You can feel his grin resurface against your jaw this time, his hands slip underneath the hem of your blouse, tracing the slit of skin with slow strokes,
โDon't lie to meโ he murmurs, brushing his lips against yours for another taste of you. โM'gonna take this offโ
He announces it, waiting for your nod to confirm before pulling the fabric over your head. The white, lace adorned bra cups your small chest beautifully, pulling his eyes to trace down the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulders, down to your breasts. He attempts to soothe his ragged need by running his hands up and down your back, feeling the skin grounding him.
Your manicured fingers pull him in by his tie, loosening the patterned fabric as he works on shrugging his heavy jacket off his shoulders. The rings on his finger are cool against your cheek, while your fingertips thrum against his chest once you've managed to unbutton his shirt. The desire in your eyes is honest as you do nothing but look at each other, painted under the light of the kitchen, shifting as he carries you up the stairs, lays you down into the plushness of his large bed. His black covers dip underneath your combined weight. There's gentleness in this heat, in the way his fringe tingles on your forehead as he supports himself - bicep flexing next to your head.
โYou're so fucking beautifulโ he whispers, nipping at your bottom lip the moment a pout forms on your face. Inside his chest cracks open the sentiment of being naked. Everything you know about the way he is, the pressure of his kisses and the taste of his skin, how his muscles flex and his eyes get heavy lidded - made him so, so naked.ย
Above you, the warmth radiates from him, forgetting that your skin is exposed to the cold nightly air taking up most of the tranquil room. Birds singing outside remind you that there's a whole word beyond this moment and these four walls that surround you.ย
Jungkook, most of the time, knows what he wants. His lips and hands wander all over you, rounding your shoulders, unclasping your bra with distracting flicks of his tongue on your collarbone. The bra gets tossed somewhere unimportant, his mouth devotes itself to leave every patch of your chest kissed, tracing down the subtle swell of your breasts - but there's only so much throbbing you can take between your thighs, so many little nibbles until you get restless and dig your nails into the naked muscle on his back.ย
โStop whiningโ he huffs, tugging sharply at your right nipple while lapping at the equally stiff left one, his lips close around it with a rougher suck. You naturally whimper again, raising your back off the bed to indulge into his touch as much as you try to squirm away from it. The only place you wish to run to right now is this.
Alternating sides, he glances up at your pleasure clouded face, circling your bud the tip of his tongue torturously slowly, rubbing against the other one with the pad of his thumb without necessary roughness.ย
Too shallow, too soft.
โPleaseโย
Jungkook hums at your whiny plea, noting the furrow in your eyebrows that's formed in concentration to, somehow, feel more of his touch.ย
โAsk nicely for what you wantโ he retorts, continuing to suck on your skin with time entirely at his mercy. Your fingers curl into his hair, voice coming out quietly and stained with embarrassment.
โPlease.. give me moreโย
โNot so hard, is it?โย
You shake your head no - breaking into a louder moan as he sucks more insistently, lips smacking against your skin. โYes- mh -mmhโ
โLike this yeah?โ he mumbles, the breathless moans coming from your lips fill up his ears with motivation to keep kissing at your chest until your palm flattens on his forehead, pushing in overstimulation. He smiles, dominant and beautifully dangerous while dancing down the line of your stomach, kissing along your navel with his tongue dipping just a slither below your pant line. Warm fingers cup your thighs, carrying the need to rip off your pants to be gratified with the feel of your skin on his own.ย
If both of you listened closely enough, the joined, rapid thumping of two interlinked hearts could be heard below Jungkook's deep murmurs.
โYou're so needy, what are you squirming for?โ
โYou, Jungkookโ you pout again, unfamiliar with the desperate edge in your voice and the urge to beg for something like the touch of another person. His grip on your thighs loosen, repositioning to rub your hips on either side.
โWhat do you want from me? Talk to meโย
โSomething, just do somethingโ you groan impatiently, biting the corner of your lip at the sudden sting after the smack he lands on your thigh, shaking his head to retaliate.
โAsk nicely. You want me to take this off and touch you?โ he asks, narrowing his voice down into a delicious, low rumble that melts you down further, sinking into the intoxication he's drunk with. His dark eyes look straight up at you, expecting you to answer him. Still, there's an underlying question in the way he brushes his thumb over your hip bone as he waits for your response.
โCan you please.. take it offโ
โAnd do what?โย
He slowly unzips your pants, popping the button and getting a glance of the tiny bow sitting obediently atop your panties. Teasing, so sweet.
The sensation of your pants sliding down your legs feels freeing, an obvious damp spot greeting Jungkook as he tugs your legs free - making his painfully erect cock twitch against the material of his boxers.ย
โTouch me, pleaseโ you finish, a glossy layer overshadows your eyes and a slight sheath of sweat coats your palms. Nervously, you grip the dark sheets, closing your thighs to hide your growing arousal from him. His demeanor shifts to compliment your surfacing emotion, sliding his warm, steady hands up and down your arms, placing a longing kiss to your forehead. Your chest deflates with a heavy exhale into the safety.ย
โGood girl, that's it pretty. I'm gonna touch you, just like you wantโย
His own need is mere background noise the minute he parts your thighs again, sees the reciprocated craving of your body for his. The tip of his index draws a line on your inner thighs, touches the scruff lace edges of your panties before laying his palm out, cupping your mound into his hand possessively.ย ย
His round nose brushes your cheek as he just holds patiently, grinding ever so slightly against where you need it most. Jungkookโs tongue comes out to take a brief lick at the shell of your reddened ear as his whispered lures taunt you.ย
โM'gonna be so good to you. You want that don't you? You want me to make you feel good?โย
The depth of his fingers circling your tender clit is sufficient for a gasp to leave you, for your lips to seek out his in order to dim down the volume of desire coursing through you. He doesn't respond by engaging in your kiss, rather by slipping his fingers below the cotton to find a small sea to dip in, trail back up to more gratifying touches on your most sensitive part.
โYou gotta use your wordsโ he insists, the circles growing smaller, faster against your slickness. Practically coaxing the words he needs to hear out of you, the want much greater than any fear.
There's beauty outside control.
If Jungkook was pretty before, he's striking now. Buried deep between your thighs that he has hooked over his shoulders. Inhaling the scent on you, tangy candy and musk, coating his tongue from the first long stripe he licks up your center. Your thighs tighten, secure in his hands that lock you down on his mouth.
The slow, long licks don't last for long, shift into sharp, short flicks against your swelling clit. Feeling him strum the pad of his fingers against your entrance, you break out into another helpless whimper, tightening around nothing but the sole thought of his thick fingers nestled inside your cunt.
Knowingly, he doesn't push in, keeps sucking on your clit, letting his saliva run down your puffy folds, you know what he needs to hear, you know what he wants you to do.
โPlease, put it in - haahโย
Jungkook groans, the deep noise vibrating against your soaked skin. One of his fingers slide in slowly, pausing his mouth's actions as the warmth welcomes him in like it had been awaiting his arrival. He uses the pause to listen to his name falling from your lips, appreciating your eyes shutting when, without a warning, a second finger sinks in, curling both digits upwards deliberately.ย
โYou're so good, look at youโ he mumbles, plunging his fingers in and out of you slowly enough to feel them drag against your walls, making a mess with relentless laps on your clit.
โI - fuck i'm gonna comeโ you squeak, tugging the strands of his hair weakly, your lower stomach is full to the brim with pressure, a large wave of pleasure tips right over you, swimming into his mouth greedily.
โThat's it, come right into my mouthโ he moans, licking up every drop of delightful pleasure spilling from you. Your taste hits him all at once, eyes closed and frowning for more. He doesn't stop you, lets you rock your hips into his mouth, unfiltered.
โNeedy fucking thing aren't you? Not enough?โ he huffs, rising back to his original position ofย hovering over you. Flushed, trying to suppress the panting and submission. Red looks elegant on your face, his thumb traces the color in adoration, watching the pupils dilate in your eyes.ย
He looks just like you do, exhales heavy and raw, desire replacing the blood in his veins.ย
The tension winding in his toned stomach snaps at the brief, careful touch of your warm hand on his bulge. Hard, straining aggressively. Your hand rests there, feeling out his thick shape, his length below your fingers.ย
โI need to feel youโ he breathes out, permanently etching the words into your brain despite how softly they were spoken. Quickly returns to smash his lips onto yours with a rough kiss as if to consume you whole, passing the taste of yourself onto your tongue.ย
โLift a little fโmeโย
One of his many pillows slides under your stomach, the imprint of his hand burning your bare hips, knees rooted in his sheets. Jungkook takes a shaky inhale, gathers your hair into his hand to reveal the curve of your spine, there for him to kiss reverently.ย
โFuck, youโre soakingโ he bites down on his lip, a groan ripping from his throat at the sinful sight below. Your thighs gleam, the same shine coating his heavy cock as he grinds it through your folds, slapping the pink tip against your glossy, tight hole once, then twice.
โThaaaatโs right, take my cock so wellโย
Praise soothes the stretch heโs giving you, building a cozy home inside your body to reside in. You know now, that you want it all. His heart, his mind, his body craving itself into yours on nights like these. Your hands are planted down securely, though your elbows wobble under his impact.ย
Pushing in further until his pelvis makes contact with your backside. At the first feel of him, entirely sunken into you, intertwined,ย both of you remain melodically silent.ย
He adjusts the position of his hips, angling until a spongy, soft spot nudges his tip - and starts moving his hips. Deep with a craving for connection in this messy pleasure. Itโs been so long since he felt himself burn with another person, smell the sex in his bedroom and enjoy the taste of salty sweat and sweet skin to skin.ย
โGood, so so goodโ your broken words buzz inside his head, making the deep and rhythmic ruts get sloppier. Moans, groans and whines come together in harmony, loud, shameless.ย
โSuck on it baby, cโmonโย Jungkook threads his strong arm around your throat, holding his thumb on your plush bottom lip. When you donโt open your mouth right away, too lost in the vast ocean of pleasure, he shoves it past your lips - grinding against the wet muscle.
Your lips close around it instinctively, mindless callouts muffled by sucking just like heโd ask. Your obedience sparks him to thrust deeper, pushing your body back into him gets you another reward - his wet thumb finds your oversensitive clit, stimulating it wildly. No direction, no even movements as he seeks you out and you keep calling for him.ย
โIโm gonna come jungkookโย
โYou're gonna hold itโ he gruffly says, taking away the additional pleasure to run his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back at the roots. Your neck stretches - back arching more than either of you thought possible and it stings better than youโve ever felt it before.
The thorough, overwhelming orgasm building in your body is impendant, you clench on his big cock and whine for him louder,
โCan- canโt, please, mhh- fuckโย
โYou can, you can. Cโmon be good and hold itโ he grits out,ย jaw tense as his hips snap ruthlessly, chasing his own high.ย
Youโre so soft and warm and so fucking tight - the arch of your back clings with sweat against his will and he loves it. The knowledge of you wanting to break all over his cock -ย all of it comes together to push him over the edge heโs been dancing on. Heโs falling fast, closing his eyes for one last time to pull the strings of his voice together,
โLet go for me, let go babyโย
โFuckโ he whispers, pumping his cock into his fist, right after feeling you gush on him. He throbs in his own hand, then you feel it - sticky, warm as it leaks down onto your back, drips down while heโs attempting to catch his ragged breath. Your knees finally give out - with a long, tired sigh, your sore chest makes contact with his bed, head buzzing, aware of your bodyโs heat and unaware of the look in his eyes, the heaving of his broad upper body.ย
Footsteps sound behind your closed eyes, inching closer to you. He places the damp towel on your spine, wiping away the traces of his cum, kisses the spot after, pats your butt like he had every right to that normalcy.ย
The normalcy of laying down next to you, wrapping his still bare body around yours - heart beating against your back. You still donโt see him, your open eyes scan his colorful tattoos contrasting your skin.ย
โAre you feeling okay?โ
His voice is rough, the aftermath of what you did audible, louder in the proximity of his mouth to your ear. You give something close to a nod, a mumbled yes in response. You are okay. More than okay.
โNot too rough?โย
โNoโย
โNo?โ he buries his nose into your neck, mumbling your words back in a question.
โNo,โ your body moves before you could stop it from happening and finally, after everything, youโre looking straight at him.ย
โWas perfectโ
Itโs not monday or wednesday today, which is precisely why Jukyung is confused for the first minute of seeing you take your jacket off.ย
Itโs saturday, his dad has a day off and is wearing black sweats and a dark grey t-shirt. So he wasnโt going anywhere anytime soon.ย
What matters though, is that his favourite person is in his home unexpectedly, so he runs up to you, flinging his arms around you in a rush.ย
"Noona! "ย
โHey thereโ you greet back, returning the hug. Jungkook watches with his arms crossed and his head slightly tipped to the side.ย
The confusion in Jukyungโs eyes returns when you give the same greeting to his dad - allowing him to sneak his arms around your waist. This is new.ย
โWeโre having movie night, i told you buddyโ Jungkook says, reading the question off his childโs lips. He did tell him, however, Jukyung naturally assumed it would be on the following Monday. Not a boring, 7pm saturday - an hour before his technically strict bedtime.ย
โYou decide on a movie while appa and i make snacks yeah?โ You add, smiling at Jukyung warmly. Behind you, the older man waits impatiently, holding the edge of the door in his hand. Jukyung nods, taking charge of the remote to select a movie - all three of you knew what itโd be, youโve been unsuccessful in redirecting his favourite ghibli movie.
โMissed youโ Jungkook mumbles against your lips, the door mostly closed - shielding you from the curious pair of eyes his son holds.
Smart kid.ย
You tell him you missed him too, breathing in the subtle perfume on his shirt. His palm holds the side of your face, making an effort to keep your eyes on his.ย
โHeโs used to sleeping early, an hour and heโs dozing off, promiseโย he says quietly,ย knuckles grazing your powdery soft skin,
โI knowโ you whisper, closing your eyes to soak up his touch. When Jukyung would find out is still undecided - it hasnโt been long but, sneaking around creates a guilty cloud to float above your heads, raining down anytime the three of you come together.ย
Jungkook smiles, precious and simple, then leans down again to feel your lips on his to reassure that - soon, youโd tell him soon.
A gasp erupts in the silence but neither of you are the cause of it.ย
Or.. right now.ย
โAppa - youโre -โ the childs eyes widen alongside his big, toothy smile.
โKyungie - listen to me-โ you start - frantically turning to him while Jungkook shuts his eyes tightly, accepting their dooming defeat.ย
โAppa likes noona, Appa likes noonaโ Jukyung sings loudly, skipping around the kitchen.
After finding out that your ex could not properly fulfil your desires in bed, your best friend, Jungkook, offers to do it himself โ to make it as magical as youโve always dreamed it would be.
genre โ best friends au, DENIAL, smut, fluff.
pairing โ jungkook x fem reader.
warnings โ explicit language and smut.
wc โ 5k
Itโs been three long months of surviving your best friend, Jungkookโs absence. Two months of texts and video calls, instead of seeing him in person as you always used to. It was weird, since back then you could not last two days without seeing him โ he was your favourite person after all. Your comfort, the other half of your soul, the platonic love of your life.
But it was your own fault that caused your great separation from your dear friend. You had gotten into a relationship, your very first real one. Bagging your long-time crush, Mingyu was a daydream come true, so when the majestic man had asked you to be his girlfriend, you could not resist saying yes. Even when the bargain came with you taking a step back from your clingy, close friendship with Jungkook.
You hesitated at first, thinking of it as a red flag that Mingyu wanted you to stop meeting your best friend as frequently as you did before. There was nothing going on between you and Jungkook, and nothing ever will. Sure, Jungkook is smoking hot, gentle, handsome, smart, talented and everything youโd want in a guy, but he was just your friend. Thatโs all. You could never see him in a romantic senseโฆ
To keep the peace in your blossoming relationship with your seemingly perfect boyfriend, you agreed to spend a little less time with Jungkook. No more random dates with him, no more sleepovers, no more clubbing. Instead you invested all of that time into your relationship with Mingyu.ย
It started off as maybe seeing Jungkook once or twice a week, instead of about five. Until you werenโt seeing him at all. You didnโt like declining his invitations to meet up, you didnโt like not seeing your person. But if you truly wanted things to work with Mingyu, you had to. You told yourself that it would just be for a short while, that over time Mingyu would lighten up and see that Jungkook was not a threat to him, but you mightโve been wrong.
It took ending your relationship with Mingyu for you to see Jungkook in your space again.
Your relationship ended for personal reasons โ something that was definitely your fault, but something you couldnโt really force yourself to take part in either. Either way, the breakup hurt you. Even as you tried to live your life normally the week after, you had come to the realisation that you needed someone to be there. And who better to call than the best friend you had been wrongfully neglecting for the past three months?
After a few hours of you crying on his chest, having him console you and feed you ice cream, Jungkook is now rambling about his busy month โ the growing success of his tattoo shop, the shenanigans heโs gotten up to with your mutual friends, the girls heโs been seeing, he tells you every single thing heโs been up to, not forgetting any detail.
You two go on to talk about anything else you can think of. The thing with you and Jungkook is, you can discuss the most random topic and itโd still end up being the most interesting conversation youโve had. He knows you, knows how to intrigue you, how to make you smile on your worst days imaginable. Youโre so glad he came over when you called, because youโre feeling way better than you have the whole weekโฆ maybe even better than you have in the past three months.
After hours of catching up, youโve decided to grab a six pack beer from the fridge. Youโve never really liked the taste of beer. It only started growing on you after you used to buy packs to keep for Jungkook whenever he came over. You knew how much he loved his beers so you made sure to stack up for him. In return his cupboards were full of chocolate and candy for you.ย
You two carry on the conversations, sipping beer, when Jungkook asks you the one question youโve been dreading.ย
โSo what happened?โ he looks over at you curiously. โWhyโd you two break up?โ
You sigh, sitting up and looking down at the floor, thinking how to get it out. With anyone else youโd be embarrassed to actually talk about the reason. But this is Jungkook, you donโt feel any sense of embarrassment when it comes to him. Although, you are worried that he might tease you.
โPromise youโre not gonna judge me.โ you say, holding out your pinky finger.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, looking at your little finger thatโs slightly hooked and waiting for him to make the truce.
โWhy would I ever judge you? Hm?โ he asks.
Itโs true, Jungkook would never judge you. You could do the most preposterous thing known to man and heโd still find you acceptable.
โJust promise me.โ
โFine.โ Jungkook sighs with a roll of his eyes and hooks his pinky with yours.
Okay yes, he does judge you but he cannot fathom why a grown ass woman still makes pinky promises.
โMingyu and I broke up becauseโฆโย
You hesitantly look up at Jungkook, heโs staring at you, patiently waiting for your answer.
โOh Gosh, Kook, itโs quite embarrassing to say out loud.โ you admit.
โChubs, youโre not forced to tell me. If it makes you uncomfortable thenโโ
โNo no,โ you cut him off. โI wanna tell you. We donโt keep secrets from each other.โ
Jungkook offers you a smile. Four years ago, the two of you made the rule that there was no such thing as โTMIโ in your friendship. You two share everything with each other. It had gotten so bad to the point that you sometimes video called each otherโฆ while on the toilet.
โSoo, well. It happened becauseโฆโ you drift your eyes to the floor, again not completing your sentence.
Jungkook purses his lips, wondering why the hell youโre taking so long to tell him why. Was it bad? He hopes it wasnโt bad. If Mingyu had done something to you, Jungkook would be more than willing to drive to that fuckfaceโs house and beat him up. In fact heโs been itching to do something like that. Jungkook could not stand Mingyu from the time you mentioned that you were dating him.
Jungkook couldnโt understand exactly why. When you first introduced them, Mingyu seemed cool, he passed the vibe check, he had no red flags. But Jungkook fucking hated him. Mingyu didnโt deserve you, you were too good for him. Jungkook could not stand the fact that he got to call you โhisโ. You were not his. You were Jungkookโs.ย
And yess, Jungkook saw you as his friend. As just a friend. Just his best friend. Nothing more. Nothing at all... At least thatโs what heโs been telling himself for the past few years, so thatโs what heโs come to believe.
Jungkook did realise that his hatred over your dumb fuck boyfriend was rooted to a reason he was not going to yet admit, the confession would break your perfect friendship if you didnโt feel the same way. And that would ruin him. These past five years with you as his platonic soulmate have been the best years of his life. Oh, how Jungkook loves you. Youโre the best part of him, the light of his life, his everything and more.
He cannot lose you, so heโll gladly take what he can of you, and that is you as his best friend. Itโs such a precious relationship, he is damn grateful.
โKook?โ you snap your fingers in front of his face, bringing him back from his daze.
He blinks and looks at you, โYeah?โ
โI was about to tell you why Mingyu and I broke up.โ
โOh yeah, go on.โ
You take a little breath before speaking. โIt was actually really stupid. Mingyu was angry at me because I didnโt let him go down on me.โ
Jungkook tilts his head to the side in slight confusion, trying to compute what he just heard.ย
โYou didnโt let him go down on you as in, you didnโt let himโฆโ
โEat me out.โ you finish for him.
Jungkook stares at you for a good few seconds, a bit perplexed. โIโm sorry, chubs, Iโm a little lost here.โ he takes a moment to think about his next words, not really knowing what to say. โYou didnโt want him to eat you out, he got mad and you broke up?โ
You cringe at how it sounds coming out of his mouth. โWell, it wasnโt necessarily like that.โ you pout to which he huffs out a laugh.
โHow was it then?โ he asks
โWell of course you know that Mingyu was my first.โ
Another fucking reason why Jungkook cannot stand that bitch Mingyu.
โYeah, Iโm aware.โ Jungkook says, trying his best to hide his annoyance.
โSo,โ you continue. โI never really enjoyed the sex with him. It wasโฆ it was really mid to be honest.โ
Jungkook bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him in pure disbelief. You swat his shoulder, but he carries on laughing. Jungkookโs laugh is very contagious, you find yourself trying to stifle your own laugh, though it comes out anyway.
โDamn, that sucks. Iโd die of embarrassment if a woman said having sex with me is mid.โ he says as his laughter finally dies down.
โHow do you know a woman has never said that, hm? She couldโve said it behind your back.โ you tease him.
โNah,โ Jungkook shakes his head. โI know for a fact, Iโm good at my game.โ
The confidence in his tone does not shock you. Jungkook can be a cocky bastard sometimes. You also know for a fact that he isnโt lying. Jungkook has fucked one of your mutual acquaintances โ a girl you were quite fond before, but then after hearing she got railed by Jungkook, you started looking at her with complete envy. She ranted about how Jungkook was the best fuck sheโs ever had, how she couldnโt wait to have again. It pissed you off for some strange reason.
โI am sure you are.โ you fake a disbelieving tone, just to rile him up.
He raises an eyebrow at you โI definitely am.โ
You roll your eyes and take another sip of your beer, trying to digest the sudden feeling of collywobbles in your stomach, caused by his tone. You also feel a bit envious of your best friend. Itโs unfair. So unfair that his sex life is perfect, that the women he spends his nights with enjoy him, while youโre sitting here admitting that your ex was lacklustre in bed.
โBold claim,โ you mutter, trying to play it cool. โBut okay, Mr sex master. Enlighten me then.โ
Jungkook sits back against the couch, stretching his arms along the back. He studies you forย a few seconds with something a little dark in his eyes.
โYou really wanna know?โ he asks, rough and a little playful.
You shrug your shoulders. โI meanโฆ you brought it up. And clearly you think youโre qualified to judge Mingyuโs performance.โ
He snorts. โI donโt need to judge. You already did that for me.โ he pauses, smirks to himself then continues. โMid, huh?โ
You groan and cover your face with your hands. โStop saying it like that. It makes me sound awful.โ
โNah,โ he pulls one of your wrists down so you have to look at him. โHe probably didnโt know what he was doing, or didnโt take the time to figure out what you might likeโ
He had the perfect chance and blew it, is what Jungkook actually meant to say. He had been blessed with the golden opportunity to take your virginity and instead of making the most of it, making you feel ecstatic, giving you the pleasure you deserve, he made it mundane. Letโs just say if Jungkook had gotten that chance, he wouldโve made sure it was everything for you. Heโd prioritise your pleasure over his, make you come like crazy, make sure that it was so perfect that you could never even think of having another man.
โPerhaps, youโre right, Kook.โ you sigh, another small pout forming on your lips. โMaybe he was doing wrong, and focusing on his pleasure. Itโs not a big deal, but Iโm just bummed. Kinda expected it to be magical.โ
โOh trust me, itโd be magical alright.โ Jungkookโs head shoots up. He didnโt mean to say that out loud! โWell, I mean when you find the right guy of course.โ
โI donโt think itโll be as soon as I hoped.โ you hug your knees, staring at the coffee table in front of you. โI want to be intimate with a guy who knows me, someone Iโd be really comfortable with, someone who I trust. You know? I would not want someone Iโm not close to. I couldnโt imagine sleeping with him or having himโฆ go down on me.โ
As if the exact person you described is not fucking sitting next to you.
Jungkook notices the sad expression thatโs taken over your face. He knows that sex was always something youโve been curious about โย thanks to all the books youโve read since you were a pre-teen. Itโs something that you were shy to do, but excited at the time. You always thought that it would satisfy you in the best ways, and it would be something you craved. So he canโt imagine how disheartened youโd been to have had a tedious experience.
One of things Jungkook absolutely loves to do, takes great pleasure in doing is making you happy. Heโd gladly make that the sole purpose of his life if youโd let him. So naturally, knowing that youโre upset over something fills him up with the obsessive need to change that. Especially if he has the great ability to help youโฆ
โYouโre comfortable with me, yeah?โ he asks roughly.
You lift your head up and blink at him. โWhat?โ
โI know you better than anyone. You trust me. Weโre closeโฆโ
Heโs staring at you now, in a way that has your heart beating way too fast. What is he playing at?
โWell yes, of course, Kookโโ
โSo donโt you think Iโd be able to help you?โย
You gasp as your eyes widen at your best friend. โHelp me how?โ you ask, whispering.
Jungkook tilts his head, maintaining eye contact with you.
โYou said it yourself,โ he murmurs. โYou want someone who knows you. Someone you trust. Whoโs close to you.โ
You glance down for a second, nodding.
โThatโs me, Chubs. Thatโs always been me.โ
Your mouth opens then closes. You donโt know what to say to that. This is Jungkook. Youโve always believed that you could never look at him romantically, never see him as more that your best friend. Yet, youโre feeling thrilled. Youโre finally letting yourself imagine what it would be like to cross a few boundaries.
โJungkook.โ
He moves even closer to you, so close that you feel his body heat.
โIโm not saying we have to do anything,โ he continues, his eyes donโt leave yours. โBut Y/N, weโve been friends for years, I know you through and through. Donโt you think Iโd know how to make you feel good?โ
Your thighs press together at his suggestions.ย
โIโm obviously not expecting anything, Chubs. I just want to help my best friend. To prove to you that sex isnโt mid, and that I can be everything you were hoping for.โ
Your breath hitches, your heart rate spiking once again. You inhale his scent and subtly check him out. Yeah, if he wasnโt your best friend, youโd have definitely developed an infatuation over him.
โAnd if I say yes?โ you ask with a shaky voice.โWhat then?โ
Jungkookโs gaze drops down to your lips for a second before he looks into your eyes. โThen you let me take care of you the way you deserve.โ
He leans in slowly, inching even closer to you. โTell me what you want, baby.โ he whispers.
You mentally moan at the way he calls you baby, it comes out so rough and raspy. Jungkookโs called you baby a few times, and itโs always given you tingles.
When you donโt answer, he speaks again. โUse your words. Like we always do. No secrets, remember?โ
Your heart is in your ass by now, but your body is already speaking for you. You lean more into you and grip the front of his shirt gently.
โI wantโฆโ you swallow hard, not believing the words that youโre about to speak to your best friend. โI want you to show me. Please, kook. Make it magical.โ
โTrust me, I will.โ he licks his lips before asking softly, โCan I kiss you, Chubs?โ
Your heart skips a beat. You barely think about it, you just nod your head. Once you give him the confirmation, he leans in slowly. His lips brush against yours gently and very hesitantly at first, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on yours. The moment you respond to his kiss, he cups your jaw and the kiss becomes hungrier. He tilts his head to kiss you properly, a soft moan slips out of you.
You donโt even realise how badly youโve wanted to kiss him until this moment right now.
Jungkook lets out a rough moan at the sound of your pretty one as he continues kissing you. Before you can process it, his hands are gripping your waist so he can pull you onto his lap to straddle him. Your knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs and youโre pressed right against him, your chest against his.
You keep kissing, slow and intense, tongues colliding. His hands slide up and down your back while yours go around his neck. After a short moment, you feel the hard bulge pressing against your inner thigh through his sweats. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds. You pull back and glance between you and him, biting on your lip.
โWhat if this ruins our friendship, Kook?โ you ask soft and hesitant.
Jungkook shakes his head immediately. One of his hands finds yours and he intertwines them.
โNothing could ever ruin our friendship. This is just me taking care of you, okay? I wouldnโt be cool knowing I could make you feel good and I didnโt. Youโre my best friend, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that.โ
You exhale shakily and nod. โWell, thatโs good to hear.โ you murmur before glancing at him. โBecause Iโm kinda ovulating.โ
The words tumble out before you can stop them, and the second he registers them you want to bury yourself in the deepest hole. How could you speak so intimately to him? Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a smirk forms on his face.
โOh yeah?โ he asks, low and rough. โThen I better get that sorted out for you, huh?โ
Before you can reply, he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist with a little squeak. His hands are secure under your thighs as he starts walking toward your bedroom while messily kissing your mouth, grinning at your giggles.
Once youโre in the bedroom, Jungkook sets you down on the bed. He stands between yours knees and bends to kiss you more. Heโs already obsessed with your lips and he hasnโtย even been doing this for ten minutes. Theyโre so soft, warm and fit perfectly with his, as if they were made to kiss his. Every little sound you make goes straight to his cock. He could do this for hours, just kiss you and feel the way you melt into him like youโve been wanting to do this too.
After another make-out session, you pull back. You look up at him through your eyelashes, smiling. โAre you gonna keep kissing me all night, or are you gonna actually show me what Iโve been missing out on?โ
Jungkookโs jaw tightens and his eyes close for a second, before he opens them again. โYeah, Iโm gonna show you, baby. Promise.โ
He guides you backward until youโre laying down on the bed, he hovers over you, taking you in โ your hairโs all messy, your lips swollen and his heart does something kind of strange and warm.
He leans down, pecks your lips three times, then goes down lower, he presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When he gets under your ear, he nips there softly, and you tilt your head giving him access.
You smell so fucking good, Jungkook thinks. The sweet scent you always have fills his nostrils, driving him insane. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before he kisses down further. His hands slide up your sides, his thumbs tracing the hem of your camisole.
He looks up at you, asking gently. โCan I take this off?โ
You nod without hesitation. Jungkook sits back on his knees and slowly takes the top of your body. You lift your arms to help him, until the camisole is gone and your breasts spill free. Jungkookโs brain becomes scrambled eggs. Fuck. Heโs seen you in all kinds of things over the years. In tight tops without wearing a bra when it was just you and him, in bikinis at the beach or pool parties. Heโs always known that you have a nice body, but seeing it naked. Is truly something else entirely.
Your breasts are perfect, soft and full, itโs got his mouth watering and his hands itching to touch. He stares at them with his mouth slightly ajar, still trying to process what is actually happening. He must be wet dreaming again.
If any other guy was staring at you like this, youโd probably feel uncomfortable and shy away. But with Jungkook, itโs different. Youโre completely comfortable with him checking you out, you feel safe and wanted.
His eyes meet yours as he leans down slowly until his lips brush over your nipple softly before he opens his mouth and takes it in. You gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. He does it continuously while squeezing your other breast. They feel incredible, as if theyโre meant to be touched and sucked by him. He becomes a little rougher and hungrier. Groaning against you, switching sides and eating at your tits harder.
Everything about this is making him stupidly, painfully horny. He doesnโt think that heโs ever been this turned on in his life. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants, desperately needing to be touched. But he takes his time with you. He keeps sucking, kneading and massages your breasts. He leaves a few marks on you, knowing that he probably shouldnโt have, but he couldnโt resist marking you up. Youโre breathing and moaning louder now, fingers threading through his hair. Every time he hums or groans of approval sends sparks between your legs.
Jungkook finally lifts his head, his lips are shiny and eyes half lidded. โYouโre so beautiful, Chubs.โย he murmurs, pressing one last open mouthed kiss between your breasts before crawling back up to hover over you properly.
Your hand lifts up to his hair to gently brush away the soft locks of hair away from his forehead. For a long moment, you just stare into each otherโs eyes. And, again something intense between the two of you.
You swallow hard before speaking, โKookโฆare you gonnaโฆare we gonna fuck?โ
Jungkookโs gaze stays locked on yours as he tugs on his lip piercing with his teeth. He shakes his head with a small smile.
โNo, baby. Not tonight. Iโm not gonna fuck you yet.โ he leans down and gently nips at your bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth, then lets go. โBut I would love to pleasure you. Iโd love to make you feel good. That okay?โ
You bite your own lip, nerves and excitement bubbling together. โOkay.โ
He kisses the corner of your mouth before his hands slide down your body to take off your underwear and shorts, discarding it somewhere. Once theyโre off, he shifts down lower and settles between your legs. Two of his fingers come up to his mouth, he licks them until wet with his saliva and brings them down, between your thighs, while maintaining eye contact with you.
You suck in a sharp breath the second his fingertips touch your folds. He parts you gently and starts rubbing circles over you causing your breath to hitch and eyes to flutter shut.
โEyes on me, baby.โ he whispers to you.
You force your eyes open, meeting his dark ones. He starts rubbing faster, and you find yourself enjoying it. The wet sounds of him rubbing your clit fill the room, along with your shallow gasps. Jungkook watches your reactions, they turn him on even more.
After a minute, he places one finger at your entrance. He circles around it teasingly at first, before sliding it into you carefully, giving you time to adjust. The stretch is good, it makes you jolt and whine.
โShh, easy, baby.โ he soothes, his free hand caressing your hip.
He starts moving his finger inside you, slowly thrusting into you. Youโre not entirely sure why, but one of his fingers feels better than your exโs dick inside you.
He finger-fucks you with one digit for a while before adding another finger, scissoring them to open you up more. The fullness has you whimpering and closing your eyes again, but you snap them open again, keeping them in him just as he requested. Jungkookโs watching you intently, his own breath heavy now. His fingers pumping in and out of you, have your toes curling. Your fingers grab into his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as the pleasure builds.
โKookโโ you moan, needily.
He groans deeply at that sound. โThatโs it, baby.โ
He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss. His tongue thrusts into your mouth the same way his fingers thrust into you. He carries on until youโre releasing down his fingers.
Your thighs clamp around his wrist and you arch off the bed, moaning into his mouth. He fingers you slowly now, swallowing your moans. When you calm down, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth to lick them clean, groaning at your taste.
Youโre trying to catch your breath while staring at him awe-struck, not entirely believing what just happened.
โWhat?โ he asks, amused.
You let out a shaky laugh. โThat mightโve been the best sexual experience Iโve ever had.โ
Jungkook tilts his head, genuinely surprised, his lips twitch as he fights another burst of laughter. โReally? All I used were two fingers. Damn was sex with your ex that bad?โ
You groan, โDonโt make me say it out loud again.โ
Youโre still in your post orgasm haze when he starts sliding further down your body. His hands find your thighs and he rubs circles on your skin as he looks up at you, soft but hungry
โCan I eat you out, Chubs?โ he asks gently.
You nibble on your bottom lip, heart beat speeding up again. This would make you feel vulnerable, but itโs Jungkook offering โ your Jungkook. So you give him a nod.
His whole face lights up with that big bunny smile you love so much. โYeah?โ
โYeah.โ
Jungkook sits up to pull his shirt off and throw it somewhere. Your mouth goes a little dry at the sight. Fuck, your best friend is so hot. Of course, youโve seen him shirtless a gazillion times, but seeing him shirtless now feels completely different. Youโve always wanted to touch, to run your hands over himโฆ to lick his abs.
Unfortunately, you do not get the chance to stare as much as you wouldโve liked to because he moves lower and settles between your thighs, spreading your legs open. He looks at your pussy, his eyes greedy. He licks his lips and your whole body heats up. He leans in and blows cool air over you causing you to twitch.
โKookโฆโ you whisper.
He licks you from your entrance to your clit. You jolt at the foreign sensations and your legs try to shut. He holds your thighs, keeping you open.
โRelax for me, baby.โ he says before kissing your inner thigh. โItโs gonna feel so good.โ
ย You nod and reach for his hand to hold. He uses his shoulders to keep you open for him and starts licking you gently.ย
A whimper escapes your throat. โKookโฆโ
He moans against you in response, the vibration shooting through your core. Jungkook presses his whole face deeper, nose against your clit as he laps at you like heโs starving. His tongue circles your clit then pushes inside.
Your legs are now over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. Your hands get tangled into his hair, gripping on it and keeping him down there. You had no idea it could feel like this, so magnificentโฆ
Jungkook is in heaven. What the fuck? Why do you taste so good? Heโs eaten out girls before, a few, but nothing can compare to this. He finds you sweet and almost addictive. He may know the reason as to why you taste this good โ your pineapple obsession. Itโs your favourite food, you eat it at least three times a week. So thatโs got to be the reason why you taste so delectable. He doesnโt know for sure and he doesnโt really care either. He just knows that he could stay here forever, buried between your thighs.
He grips your ass with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his mouth so he can get in deeper. He tongue fucks into you then gently sucks on your bud, humming when you start grinding against his face.
Youโre moaning loudly now, pleasure quickly growing as Jungkook continues devouring you. He doesnโt slow down for a second, not even to breathe. His sole purpose at this moment is to get you releasing into his mouth. Your arousal is dripping down his chin, but heโs not interested. He just wants more, more of your taste, more of your pretty, sweet sounds.
Soon youโre releasing for the second time, much more than the first one. Your back arches off the bed and the loudest moan of his name leaves your throat. Jungkook hums, licking up your release. He keeps going until youโre whining from the overstimulation
Once heโs cleaned up most of the mess, he pulls back, finally allowing himself to catch a breath. You lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling while your brain tries to reboot.
And then the thoughts start to creep in. What does this mean for your friendship for now? How are you ever supposed to go back to normal whenโs had his mouth on you, hisย fingers and tongue inside you. How will you survive in his presence and not crave this again and again?
Jungkook crawls up your body, kissing you wherever he can until heโs hovering over you again. He brushes away the hair from the face with a tender smile. But similar questions worry his mind. He wants to feast on you every day. Wake up with his face between your thighs, make you come on his tongue for breakfast. He wants to cherish you and keep you like this forever.
But youโre both best friends, and you hope that you have not ruined that...
A/N โ
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