someone suggested this so this can be considered a part 2 to this!
tw: explicit sexual content, consensual but intense and urgent, first-time overwhelming spider-enhanced urges, semi-public setting (school locker room after hours), strong language, dirty talk, and mild superhuman strength.
Peter had been acting weird since third period.
By the time the final bell rang, he was practically vibrating beside your locker. He caught your wrist gently but urgently and tugged you toward the quieter side corridor near the science wing, away from the main crowd.
“Peter, what’s going on?” you asked, letting him pull you along.
He backed you against the lockers, eyes wide and pupils blown dark. His hands settled on your waist, thumbs slipping under your shirt like he needed to feel your skin right now. He was breathing shaky, a fine tremor running through his shoulders.
“Okay, so… this is new,” he whispered, voice already rough. “Like, brand new. Never-happened-before new. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
You frowned, concerned. “Are you okay? Is it a spider thing?”
He let out a nervous laugh and pressed closer so you could feel him — rock-hard against your hip through his jeans.
“I don't know. Definitely nothing I've felt before." He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. “All day I’ve been… hyper aware of you. Your smell, the way you move, everything. And now my body is screaming at me that I need to... take care of this…Like, right now. Insanely. It feels like if I don’t get inside you in the next few minutes I’m actually going to combust. Or swing around the city until I pass out. One of the two.”
His words hit you hard — heat flooding through you mixed with surprise. You’d only been officially dating for a couple of weeks. Sweet, shy Peter who blushed when he held your hand and asked permission for everything was suddenly looking at you like he was one second away from losing control.
“Peter… I can’t right now,” you said regretfully, sliding your hands up his chest. “I have practice. Coach will kill me if I’m late again. Championships are coming up.”
He groaned dramatically, thunking his forehead lightly against the locker beside yours.
“Of course. Practice. Perfect timing. I can feel the universe laughing at me right now, I can feel it.” He gave you the biggest puppy-dog eyes. “Can’t you fake a sudden illness? I’ll even write a doctor’s note in my best handwriting.”
You laughed softly and kissed him quick, trying to ignore how desperate his hands felt on your hips.
“I’m sorry, baby. After practice, okay? I’ll text you when I’m done.”
Peter sighed, long-suffering and tragic, but nodded. He stole one more deep, needy kiss before stepping back and tugging his hoodie down to hide the very obvious bulge.
“Fine. Go be all athletic and bendy and unfairly hot. I’ll just be here. Suffering in silence. Because my girlfriend hates me.” He shot you a crooked, sarcastic little grin.
You rolled your eyes fondly and hurried off to the gym, heart racing from the intensity in his eyes. This was definitely new territory for both of you.
Practice ran long — an extra hour of stunts and conditioning that left you sweaty and exhausted. The girls’ locker room was almost empty by the time you finished showering. You were the last one there, towel-drying your hair and the other wrapped around you, when the door creaked open.
You turned, expecting a teammate.
It was Peter.
He slipped inside quietly and locked the door behind him with a soft click. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it, cheeks flushed. His eyes were dark and hungry in a way you’d never seen before.
“Peter?” you startled. “How did you even get in here?”
“Spider-Man privileges,” he said with a nervous, boyish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I may have been waiting on the ceiling outside the gym for like forty minutes. Like a total creep. In my defense, this spider thing has been driving me crazy since lunch and your voice during practice only made it worse.”
He took a step closer, voice dropping.
“This has never happened before. Ever. I swear. One minute I’m normal Peter — doing calculus, avoiding Flash, the usual — and the next my entire body is yelling that I need to have sex with you. Badly. Like, can’t-think-about-anything-else badly. If this is too weird or too fast, just say the word and I’ll leave. I’ll go home and take seventeen cold showers and maybe hide until it passes. No pressure. Well… some pressure. A lot of pressure, actually.”
The raw desperation mixed with his awkward sincerity made your stomach flip with heat.
You dropped the towel and crooked a finger at him.
“Come here, spider-boy.”
Relief flashed across his face. Peter crossed the room in two strides, mouth crashing into yours with frantic hunger. His hands shook as he shoved your shorts and underwear down your legs, lifting you effortlessly onto the wooden bench between the lockers.
“God, thank you,” he mumbled against your lips, fumbling with his jeans. “You’re seriously the best girlfriend in the history of girlfriends. Most people would have run away screaming by now.”
He freed himself — hard, flushed dark, already leaking — and stepped between your spread thighs. No slow teasing. He lined up and pushed inside you in one deep, urgent thrust, both of you groaning at the feeling.
“Fuck— you feel incredible,” he gasped, forehead pressed to yours. His hips started moving immediately — deep, fast, desperate strokes that rocked the bench beneath you. “This is exactly what I needed. All day. Just you. Like this. I couldn’t focus on anything else.”
Even lost in it, Peter couldn’t stop his nervous rambling, voice breathless and nerdy between moans:
“Been thinking about this nonstop since third period… couldn’t do my lab worksheet… you’re so warm and tight and— shit, do that thing with your legs again, that’s perfect—”
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders. The sheer overwhelming need rolling off him pushed you over the edge fast. You came hard, clenching around him, biting his shoulder to muffle your cry.
Peter followed right after with a broken groan, burying himself deep and coming hard inside you, hips jerking with every pulse.
For a long moment he just held you there, panting against your neck, body trembling while his cock still twitched inside you.
Then the sweet, embarrassed Peter returned.
He pulled back enough to look at you, cheeks burning red, eyes soft and worried.
“Okay… wow. That was intense,” he said with a shy, self-deprecating laugh. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Because this whole ‘insane spider sex drive’ thing is brand new and I have no idea how to control it yet. If it freaked you out, I’m so sorry. I can try meditation or… science experiments or something to fix it.”
You laughed breathlessly, cupping his face and kissing him softly.
“You were perfect. It was a lot, but… really good.”
Peter grinned, boyish and relieved, carefully helping you down and fixing your clothes with surprisingly gentle hands.
“Next time this happens — if it happens again — maybe give me a heads-up so I can prepare. Or at least not ambush you in the locker room like a horny spider.” He peeked out the door, then took your hand, lacing your fingers. “Coast is clear. And as an apology I was thinking maybe we can see a movie?”
You smiled with a nod, heart still hammering, and squeezed his hand as you slipped out together.
Okay so. I liked this—scratch that— I LOVED this! The description about how his eyes darkened, ugh I love these kinds of details. And, how he came back to nervous Peter is a good way to differentiate how he's not really himself UNTIL he is, you know.
Summary: You and Jungkook have been trying to get pregnant again for a while, and when it finally does happen, your husband does such a thorough job at knocking you up that he puts two babies in you at once.
Warnings: chapter specific warnings will be included on each individual post
Author’s Note: friends!! can you believe it’s finally almost here? the long awaited sequel to cradle robbers is almost in your hands! I decided to post it starting on halloween because that’s where the story begins. The rest of the posting schedule can be seen below and I’ll update the masterpost accordingly as chapters come out. get excited!! it’s going to be a rollercoaster 🥹
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Prologue (M) ~ coming on Friday, October 31, 2025 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: Your first Halloween as both a family and a couple is already a momentous occasion, especially when the holiday means so much to you and Jungkook, but he single-handedly turns it into a night you’ll never forget.
Word Count: TBD
The First Trimester (M) ~ coming on Friday, November 14, 2025 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: Despite it being almost too easy getting pregnant the first time, you and Jungkook have been trying for a year with nothing to show for it. Although, you realize you should’ve been more careful what you wished for after your doctor gives you the most shocking news of your life.
Word Count: TBD
The Second Trimester (M) ~ coming on Friday, November 21, 2025 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: You finally get to tell Naru she’s going to be a big sister, along with all your friends and family, but sunshine is often followed by rain, and right in the middle of your pregnancy, your family receives devastating news.
Word Count: TBD
The Third Trimester (M) ~ coming on Friday, November 28, 2025 at 7:00 pm EST
Summary: Your final trimester begins with Naru’s third birthday and ends in blood and guts, literally. Life is throwing curveball after curveball at you, but if there’s one thing you know, it’s that you and Jungkook can handle anything as long as you have each other.
summary: jeongguk had always preferred to be alone; untouched by the scrutiny of his father and away from the responsibilities that sealed him to a fate he never wanted— being promised to the princess. when rumours of a unicorn plagues the town, jeongguk is ordered by the king to capture it and bring it to him. with the opportunity, his intentions are to lead it to safety, for he is reminded of a wild young pony that was once his only friend.
pairing: unicornshifter!fem reader x villager!jk
genre: dark fantasy au, childhood friends to lovers, adventure, angst, romance, smut
warnings/disclaimers: dark themes such as implied non-con, blood, violence, murder, death and other heavy themes are depicted in this story, as well as explicit sexual content. please proceed this read with caution, and do not interact with my blog or this story if you are under the age of 18. please read responsibly!
Of course!! Youre writing is like a breath of fresh air to me. This approach you've taken within the story is written so well. Im glad you enjoy writing it! :))
summary: jeongguk had always preferred to be alone; untouched by the scrutiny of his father and away from the responsibilities that sealed him to a fate he never wanted— being promised to the princess. when rumours of a unicorn plagues the town, jeongguk is ordered by the king to capture it and bring it to him. with the opportunity, his intentions are to lead it to safety, for he is reminded of a wild young pony that was once his only friend.
pairing: unicornshifter!fem reader x villager!jk
genre: dark fantasy au, childhood friends to lovers, adventure, angst, romance, smut
warnings/disclaimers: dark themes such as implied non-con, blood, violence, murder, death and other heavy themes are depicted in this story, as well as explicit sexual content. please proceed this read with caution, and do not interact with my blog or this story if you are under the age of 18. please read responsibly!
⤷ loving Jungkook was easy, he was the shy and nerdy guy no one really noticed, and that was fine for him. however, everything changed when a radioactive spider bite turned him into the city’s mysterious new hero. as a detective, you were quick to notice the shift. then, his mentor, Kang Sangmin, died in front of you. now, you’re hunting a killer and uncovering the truth about the man you thought you knew.
— pairing: spidey!jungkook x detective!fem. reader
— genre: established relationship, murder au, mystery au, spiderman au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 7,582
— warnings: mention of crying, mention of death, crying, mention of nightmares, mention of murder, gun, strong language, swearing, frustration, and mention of sex
— author’s note: finally the second chapter is out!! 🥳 i’m so sorry it took this long but life has been a bit chaotic lately and i couldn’t find the time to sit down and post it… the chapter has been ready for quite some time now, maybe more than a week, but it’s finally here!! also i want to mention that oc doesn’t know jk is spiderman so keep it in mind when reading her pov. hope you’ll enjoy this chapter 🩵
Chapter II: i hate him
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Jungkook
To his surprise, he received a summons from Sangmin’s lawyer for the reading of his will. He’s in no case related to him, except for the fact that he’s his father's best friend and his mentor. He’s no heir and has no rights to his legacy. At least, that’s what he believes. But everybody knows that Sangmin saw him as his true and legitimate heir.
As he enters the room, he finds his father, Seungmin, and Sangmin’s siblings. He isn’t really surprised to see all these people, but some of them are startled when Jungkook makes his way inside. Your lover takes a seat next to his father.
“Hi, son,” he offers his son a smile.
“Hi, dad,” he smiles back at his father.
His dad holds his hand, squeezing it in a comforting way. He’s grateful his dad is present. He’s not sure he’d be able to stand here. It’s been very hard to live without Sangmin.
He constantly calls him to hear his voice on the voicemail, even if he doesn’t pick up. He’s also been watching tons of videos he has of him. He always ends up crying, but it’s the only way to remove the image that hunts him. Sangmin dying in his arms.
“Hi, everybody,” the lawyer says, his eyes looking at every present person. “It seems everybody is here.”
The man starts reading Sangmin’s last will. He begins by explaining what Sangmin leaves to his only son. He basically leaves the Kang empire to him, except for the pharmaceutical company. He also inherits the main mansion.
Seojoon, Jungkook’s father, inherits a significant portion of his wealth, including shares in every company he owns. His words were that he wants his best friend to remain his associate until his last breath.
To his siblings, he gives them houses and money. He always loved them so much, and he wanted to give them a good life even after his passing. He wanted to ensure his siblings would never lack anything.
And finally, to Jungkook, he hands over the keys to the pharmaceutical company, the crown jewel of the Kang Empire. He also gives him a house, though Jungkook knows that it’s not just a house. It’s his private lab.
Seungmin looks at Seojoon’s son with daggering eyes. He clearly wanted to be the one owning the biggest company in the Kang Empire. He wanted to own the company that started this entire empire.
For Jungkook, this is a shock. Sangmin knew how much Jungkook hated running a company. He knew he’d prefer remaining hidden behind a lab. He’s way too shy to deal with people. He’s not comfortable with that.
Sangmin also left a letter to each of them. The lawyer handed them before they left the room. Jungkook walked straight to his car to read it by himself.
“My Jungkook,
By now, you must be wondering why I left the company to you. The answer is quite easy. You’ll keep my legacy alive. You’ll keep the purpose of the company intact. Even though I love my son, he’s a businessman at heart. He’ll prioritize profits, not the company’s purpose, which is to help people. To give treatments to people in need.
You don’t have to worry about managing the company. Since I only gave you my shares, you can maintain all the current directors. They’ll manage the daily operations for you, but whenever big decisions need to be made, you’ll have to step in. But please never forget why I created this company.
My only request is that you work there. Not to control it, but to stay connected, to see what’s going on, and it will facilitate your life whenever you have to step in.
Then, for my lab, it was an evident and natural choice to give it to you. You grew up there. It’s the place where I taught you everything. It has always been yours. Live above it or not; it’s your choice.
I may be gone now, but please, take care of yourself. And keep loving yn. She has such a beautiful heart and soul. You shine brighter when you’re around her. Be happy, my son.
With all my love,
Sangmin”
Jungkook breaks down in tears. He can’t do this. He can’t be the shareholder of KANGVITA. He can’t be the one deciding what to do or not. But above anything else, he can’t live without Sangmin, the man who taught him everything about science. He then drives to the lab, wanting to be alone.
Once he has reached his mentor’s private lab, or should he say his now private lab, he rushes inside. He continues examining his DNA, which has been shaped entirely differently. This spider has fundamentally changed him overnight.
His body has expanded crazily in the span of a week. He’s way stronger now, and it’s like he’s been going every single second of the week to the gym. He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore. The body he sees in the mirror reflection isn’t his. But even though the spider had given him this change, the fact that he’s been going around, throwing webs and swinging, has built him differently. His body is a lot more toned.
Helping people has been making him feel alive, and it feels like an extension of what he’s been doing in his lab. The thing is that people see him now. In the lab, he just researches and creates treatments, but nobody ever knows it’s him. Today, people hold him tightly in their arms, fear clinging to their bodies. They thank him when he puts them in a safe place.
He’s spiderman.
The first time someone gave him that name, it warmed his heart in a way he can’t even express. He’s not just Jungkook anymore. He’s spiderman too. And spiderman saves lives and helps people in need. And honestly, he likes doing it.
But it’s something he wished he could share it with you. He wanted to tell you, to explain it to you, because he knows you notice the changes. But the second you told him how much you hate this new spiderman, he decided not to say a word. He doesn’t want you to hate him. That’ll break his heart too much. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. At least not right now.
What has been breaking him a lot is the fact that he’s been holding back from touching you, only kissing you from time to time. He has changed a lot physically. And more than ever, he’s been desiring to rail the shit out of you with this new body. But he’s scared you’ll ask too many questions.
And he’s also scared to contaminate you with the spider venom, like a sexually transmitted disease would.
For now, he’s been simply saying that he’s been going to the gym. You haven’t questioned it too much. But despite the tragedy, he’s been able to justify all of this with his grief.
But he knows that sooner or later, he’ll crack. He adores you and finds you extremely hot under any circumstances.
For hours, he remains locked in the lab, analyzing his blood and trying to understand if this is temporary or if it’ll last forever. Will the spider venom forever remain in his system? Will it keep making him stronger? Those are all questions he wished Sangmin could help him with.
After a while, he decides to go to your apartment to take a look. He wants to see if he can find anything that will help you to find Sangmin’s killer. He knows you’re working on the case, but if he can give you a hand as spiderman, he’ll do it. His vision is now a lot better than any human's. His senses are just heightened.
He puts on the suit he managed to create in such a short time. There’s for sure a lot of work still to be done, but for now, it maintains his identity safe whenever he helps someone. He opens the window of the living room before he removes the mask from his face. It’s a lot better now. He walks to the entrance, his eyes examining the spot where Sangmin was.
Honestly, there’s not much, except for some strands of hair. It won’t be very useful. The tests will only indicate that he was poisoned, something he already knows. His body freezes when he hears someone running up the stairs. He puts on his mask again so nobody recognizes him.
Before he even gets to reach the window, the person enters the apartment. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face. It’s the first time he sees you working, and man, you’re hot as hell. He really wants to take his mask off to make you calm down, but he can’t. Not right now.
“What are you doing here?” you yell.
He can tell how angry you are, and it hurts him. He doesn’t know yet how you’d react if he reveals himself to you. His eyes are quick to notice your partner, Hyunwoo, behind you. Jungkook likes the guy. He's already met him a couple of times, and he’s nice.
Jungkook raises his hands up while slowly walking backward. He needs to escape as soon and as fast as possible. You won’t be letting him go; he knows you damn well. As he moves backward, you move forward, getting closer and closer.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. You’ll recognize his voice instantly.
“You’re Sangmin's killer, right?” his heart squeezes at your words. “He’s involved in your change, and you killed him so he wouldn’t be an obstacle for you. Am I right?”
Jungkook only shakes his head, not a single word leaving his lips. Even though you’re accusing him, his heart warms at how this case is dear to you. He already knew you’d do anything to catch the killer, but seeing it is something else. He’s a hundred percent sure you’ll find the killer.
“Now you come to check if there’s any proof incriminating you.”
He shakes his head again.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo finally says something. “This man would be the last person to kill someone.”
You don’t look back at your coworker. Your gaze is locked on your boyfriend, even though you totally ignore the identity of the man behind the mask.
“We don’t know him,” you mutter. “He suddenly appears out of the blue, pretending to save lives. He could be a killer as well.”
“We don’t know it yet,” your colleague replies.
Jungkook notices the flicker in your eyes. You’re about to run to him, so he bolts toward the window, and without a second of hesitation, he hurls himself into the open void. His breath catches violently in his throat.
It was close.
He’s falling from seven floors down, a blur of movement in the open air. Falling from this height can be frightening, but to Jungkook it feels relieving. For a split second, the world around him disappears completely.
And then, just before he hits the ground, he shoots a web and swings himself to safety. His body moves with such instinct, such ease. It’s like he has done this his entire life, but since he got bitten by the spider, this feels absolutely natural. It’s like he was made for this.
Swinging around the city makes him feel alive.
He can’t compare the feeling to being next to you because you bring so much life to him. But this comes very close to how he feels around you. It’s different, but it’s good.
You
Over the past week, something fundamental in Jungkook has changed completely. The pain, the grief, the confusion, the helplessness—whatever cracked open inside him the night Sangmin died has begun to reshape him entirely.
What started as subtle changes are now impossible to ignore. His body feels different beneath your touch. It’s firmer, heavier, with new muscle. He’s been at the gym almost obsessively, like he’s trying to outrun the chaos in his head with sweat and repetition.
His chest broadened, his shoulders seem to take up more space, and when you wrap your arms around him, it feels like he’s somehow more… His arms, once soft and lean, now pulse with definition. The weight of him when he holds you is grounding in a strangely unfamiliar way.
You don’t complain at all, but this is new. Jungkook never used to go to the gym before, and now, it’s like he’s always there. His body is changing so much.
The glasses? Now, gone. He’s switched to contact lenses entirely, claiming they’re more practical, but you know it’s more than that. Maybe he wants to stop seeing the world through the eyes of the man he used to be. Or maybe he doesn’t want to be seen that way anymore.
What’s most disorienting is how much he resembles his father now. He was already his spitting image, but now? Now it’s even more. Without the barrier of glasses and with the new sharpness in his features, he looks even more like his dad, something you never thought possible.
However, in the middle of that, he’s still your Jungkook. He still comes home to you, cries in your arms, and kisses you passionately. He’s still his nerdy and shy self. But now, your breath catches even more when he walks into a room because he seems so different, and he looks even hotter, which you didn’t think was possible.
At work, you’ve fought hard to take the case of Sangmin. Everybody has desired to have it because with it comes fame and recognition. However, for you, it’s none of that. For you, it’s a matter of doing it for your lover. You need to solve this case for him.
Luckily, the big boss gave in and let you take care of Sangmin’s death. Since he passed away at your place, it became a crime scene, and you can’t get home for now. So, you’ve been sleeping at his parents' place. They insisted on it, and it’s honestly a blessing.
Jungkook has needed his mother’s arms more than ever. Even though you appease his soul, a mother’s embrace speaks louder than anything else. You perfectly know it. Although you absolutely adore your boyfriend, whenever you go through something very hard, you run to your mother to seek comfort.
“That’s tragic to pass away here,” Hyunwoo says once you’re standing in front of the building complex.
“It is,” you mumble.
Flashes of that infamous night cross your mind, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t know much about Sangmin; you barely saw him, but you heard many stories about him. Seeing him dying in Jungkook’s arms right in front of your place is horrible.
Under police orders, everyone living here has been temporarily forced to relocate elsewhere. It wasn’t pleasant, but you need to examine every corner Sangmin walked in before reaching your apartment. Once that is done, you’ll let everyone come back. But for you and Jungkook, it’s different. You’ll only be able to go back home once the case is solved.
Your eyes look up at the building, your heart already aching. You’ve been having nightmares, but you’re not sure if your boyfriend has been having worse nightmares than you. Maybe the gym has been helping him a lot.
“How was the funeral yesterday?” He asks as you both walk in.
“Very painful,” you admit, remembering Jungkook’s sobs. “I thought I was going to die right there.”
You lift the police ribbon after opening the door. Opening this door for the first time since that night is hard. Your hands are shaking, but you still manage to open it.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea you work on this case?” he asks as he notices your shaky hands. “This is too personal for you.”
“I need to,” you instantly reply, stepping inside the building. “For him.”
“But…” Hyunwoo starts, but you cut him off.
“There’s no ‘but’,” you say. “I need to find out who was cruel enough to kill this man.”
The two of you start examining the main entrance, looking for any proof. Sangmin was poisoned, so you know for sure that the killer gave it to him hours before. The man knew he was dying and walked to your place to die next to Jungkook. He sought comfort in his own death. And that’s the heartbreaking part.
If you managed to understand it, you’re sure Jungkook did too. Sangmin loved your boyfriend like a son. You’d even say that he loved him more than his own son. Seungmin, the heir to the Kang Empire, is the only ‘biological’ child he ever had. He loved him, but Jungkook seemed like the perfect heir. He taught him everything about biological science. He passed on to him his passion for science.
Unfortunately, you don’t find anything, except for his fingerprints all over the walls. He was for sure trying to find physical support as his soul was leaving his body.
As you walk upstairs, you hear a sound coming from your apartment. You grab your gun before rushing to your place, the gun in your hands. Is it the murderer coming to the place where the victim died? Does she or he want to check if there’s anything incriminating about them?
Hyunwoo follows you, his gun in his hand as well. You both stand on each side of the door, ready to catch the person inside as soon as they leave. Very slowly and carefully, you open the door before running inside.
What you find inside surprises you a lot. A man wearing a red and deep blue costume stands tall in front of you. It’s the famous spiderman. The guy who has been bothering you and your colleagues more than anything else. He’s been going around saving people like he’s some kind of superhero.
“What are you doing here?” you yell at the man in front of you.
He raises his hands up while slowly walking backward. You follow him, getting closer and closer. The man doesn’t answer your question; he simply walks.
“You’re Sangmin's killer, right?” you throw at his face. “He’s involved in your change, and you killed him so he wouldn’t be an obstacle for you. Am I right?”
The man only shakes his head, not a single word leaving his lips.
“Now you come to check if there’s any proof incriminating you.”
He shakes his head again.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo says behind you. “This man would be the last person to kill someone.”
You don’t look back at your coworker. Your gaze can’t leave him because you know that the second it happens, he’ll run away like a coward.
“We don’t know him,” you mutter. “He suddenly appears out of the blue, pretending to save lives. He could be a killer as well.”
“We don’t know it yet,” your colleague replies.
Just as you’re about to chase after this so-called spiderman, he bolts toward the window with terrifying confidence, and without a second of hesitation, he hurls himself into the open void. Your breath catches violently in your throat.
“What the hell—”
You rush to the window, hands resting on the windowsill as your eyes dart downward in search of him. He’s falling from seven floors down, a blur of movement in the open air. Your stomach drops. It’s not even fear anymore, it’s disbelief. Your mind scrambles to process what you’re seeing.
And then, just before he hits the ground, he shoots a web—clean, quick—and swings himself to safety. His body moves with such instinct, such ease, that it makes your skin crawl. He disappears from your line of sight, swallowed by the city skyline.
You stare at the spot where he vanished, your pulse pounding so hard it feels like it’s in your ears.
You don’t like spiderman. There’s something about the cockiness, the reckless heroism, the bugs. You never found it charming. And now? Now that some knock-off web-slinger just launched himself out of your apartment and into thin air like he’s bulletproof?
It’s more than just dislike. It’s personal.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, eyes still fixed on the now-empty sky. Your fingers tighten into fists.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo calls out for you, his voice edged with disbelief. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No,” you shake your head, gaze shifting to your colleague. “This guy could be our killer.”
“You’re jumping too quickly to conclusions just because you don’t like him. We don’t have anything concrete yet.”
“I don’t care,” you mumble.
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated.
“If you don’t pull yourself together and take this less personally, the higher-ups are going to pull you off the case,” he says. “You know it.”
Of course you do, but you can’t do otherwise. This is too personal. This is about Jungkook, and you’d do anything for him. Hyunwoo softens, his tone shifting from sharp to sincere.
“Look, I get it. You’re doing this for Jungkook. So make sure you do it right, okay?” he says. “Don’t let your emotions cost you the chance to actually get justice.”
He’s not wrong. You can’t be acting like that; otherwise, someone else will replace you, and that someone might be doing this completely wrongly. Only for the fame that the case brings. Finding Sangmin’s killer will bring so much recognition to the detective in charge of the case.
“Okay, now let’s make sure spiderman didn’t take anything from your place,” Hyunwoo rationalizes. “Take a look and let me know if something disappeared.”
You nod and follow your colleague’s instructions. Thank God that you have him as your partner. Anybody else would have taken this opportunity to denounce you to your superiors. He’s been with you since you became a detective, and you’ve been doing great work together. You’re definitely a great team.
You
For the tenth time in five minutes, your eyes look up at the clock hanging on the living room’s wall. It’s already 8 pm and still no news from Jungkook, which worries you a lot. He’s been like this since the passing of Sangmin. He doesn’t give any news before reappearing out of the blue, sweating like hell.
You can understand that his way of grieving is by going to the gym, but he can also warn you. It’s easy to say: “I’m at the gym and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
You don’t say anything because it’ll feel out of place, but you’re not really liking all of this, especially since this spider guy appeared. He’s a pain in the ass. You don’t like him. You’re already frustrated because everyone seems enchanted by this guy, and then you arrive home to an empty house, not knowing where your boyfriend is.
A couple of minutes later, you hear the door unlocking. You can hear his heavy breathing, but again, you won’t say anything. However, it worries you how much time he spends at the gym. His footsteps bring him closer and closer to you, but you don’t say anything. You simply wait for him to find you in the living room.
A smile arises on his adorable face when he lays eyes on you. He crashes down next to you, his head falling on your shoulder. None of you speaks for a moment, you both look at the show playing on the tv. It’s a show his mom adores; she highly recommended it to you, so you decided to watch. She definitely wasn’t wrong.
“How was the reading of Sangmin’s will?” you finally break the silence.
You were there when he received the formal letter from the lawyer inviting him to the will reading. Jungkook’s head leaves your shoulder so he can look at you. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet. Despite everything, he still manages to catch your breath.
“I inherited the lab house and KANGVITA,” he finally says.
This was quite obvious. The opposite would have surprised you. Jungkook was Sangmin’s prodigy. He made him fall in love with science in the lab house. And above anything else, he transmitted to him all his passion about helping others. Jungkook has always been the legitimate heir to KANGVITA, even though he never wanted to admit it.
“It seems logical,” you answer.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea for the company,” he confesses. “Seungmin should have been the one…”
You cut him off. “We both know he isn’t. Sangmin transmitted to you every single value of that company. You’re the only one who will ever be able to keep his legacy alive. Not his son.”
He rubs his hands on his face while groaning in frustration. You know Jungkook has never wanted to run a company. Although he’s the son of a very good businessman, he’s never been one. If he can remain hidden, it’s perfect. Running KANGVITA will put him under the spotlight.
“Look,” you say, placing your hands over his and pushing them away from his pretty face, “you’re not alone. Your dad can help you. He’s very good at running companies, and he can help you out. He’ll do it without second-guessing.”
“Sangmin left me a letter,” he answers, “where he explained that I don’t have to do anything. Just keep the company as it is and just be present whenever important decisions need to be made.”
“See,” you stroke his cheek.
“I don’t know, pumpkin,” he throws.
“We all believe in you, nerdy,” you reply. “And you can take all the time in the world. Your dad is also a shareholder of KANGVITA. Let him manage it on your behalf until you’re ready. He knows your heart, and he’ll be able to handle big decisions in the meantime.”
His gaze is locked on yours, and right now, you wish you could hear his thoughts. But you can tell that he’s heavily considering your words. Maybe he never thought about asking for help from his dad. You guess that maybe he doesn’t even have to ask anything. His father will jump right in.
“Don’t overthink it for now, okay?” you tell him.
Jungkook simply nods before wrapping his arms around you, pushing you into a tight embrace. Underneath his shirt, you can feel his toned and broader chest. You still don’t know how to feel about it, but it’s a weird feeling. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“For the lab house,” he whispers against your neck, “I’d love to live there, but only if you want. I’d never pressure you.”
You’ve spent a lot of time in that house, and you like that house. It’s not too big, considering that it was the house of a wealthy man, but it’s a very beautiful one. The lab was built underground, so it gives more room to the house itself. One thing is for sure: the house is bigger than your apartment.
“Well, now, we’re homeless, so having a house sounds like a great idea,” you smile at him.
Not being able to go home is hard. You adore his parents and siblings, but it feels like you’re bothering them. It feels like you always have to tiptoe around the house, too scared you’ll do something wrong.
“Thanks, pumpkin,” he says, kissing your lips tenderly.
This kiss brings comfort. One that you didn’t realize how much you needed until his lips met yours. The kiss is very gentle, but heavy with unspoken words. It’s not passionate or rushed. It’s slow, intentional, like he’s telling you everything he can’t say aloud. Apologies, reassurances, confessions, all woven into the delicate brush of his mouth against yours.
Your fingers curl slightly into his shirt, holding on, not because you think he’ll pull away, but because this moment feels too fragile, too precious.
Jungkook’s hand is cradling your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin in a motion so tender it nearly brings tears to your eyes. This is, without a doubt, your favorite kind of kiss. The kind that heals, that mends something inside you, that puts balm on an invisible wound you hadn’t dared to touch. You don’t need words right now. This is enough. More than enough.
“Get a room,” Jungkook’s sister, Jiwon, says when she sees you kissing on the couch.
Jiwon is pretty much younger than him; they have a nine-year gap. Two years after Jungkook, his parents had Joongi, and after having two wonderful boys, they wanted a little girl. It took them seven years to have her. It wasn’t easy, but they had her. Jiwon is the little princess at home.
You and Jungkook giggle at Jiwon’s words. She’s in her teenage years, and she finds it gross whenever she sees you kissing. The funny thing is that she has had a boyfriend for like two years already. Yongbok, her boyfriend, was already in the picture for a couple of months when you started dating the amazing Jungkook.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
“Maybe,” she answers while shrugging.
“That’s not an answer,” he says quite firmly.
She rolls her eyes, annoyed.
“I can’t sleep,” she ends up admitting. “I haven’t been since what happened at your place.”
She’s clearly referring to Sangmin’s death, but she doesn’t want to say it out loud, which you totally understand. It’s not easy. It isn’t easy for anyone.
“Yongbok is coming,” she continues. “I only manage to fall asleep with him.”
Her boyfriend is honestly a sweetheart, and you’re more than happy that she found him. He’s been by Jiwon’s side for the past week, never leaving her alone in this tough time.
“Mom and Dad know he’s coming?” Jungkook asks.
Jiwon nods before sitting next to her brother on the couch. For a moment, her eyes scan her brother’s figure.
“Since when did you become bulkier?” she frowns.
She doesn’t even hesitate to push up the sleeve of his t-shirt, showing off his already muscular biceps. Jungkook gets all red.
“I’ve been going to the gym.”
“Of all people, you’re the last one I ever imagined in a gym,” she sincerely says.
Jungkook is now the one rolling his eyes with annoyance. You couldn’t agree more with his sister’s words. You never pictured him going to the gym. Never once in your life, you imagine him becoming who he is right now. You’re sure that he could handle you easily.
“Things have changed,” he confesses.
They have changed a lot in reality. And it’s been hard to follow up. Too hard. But you’re hopeful that things will eventually get better. That the pain inside your heart will one day be more bearable.
“You’re not wrong,” she smiles.
Losing Sangmin is already something, but the fact that he was killed makes everything even more complicated. You’re not sure who’s lying or who to trust. One thing is for sure: you don’t trust that spidey guy at all. He smells trouble. And it’s the last thing that you need right now.
“And have you heard of that spiderman?” she asks with excitement.
You and your boyfriend nod.
“Isn’t he incredible?” she asks.
She definitely seems completely under his spell, like everybody else.
“I wouldn’t say incredible,” you answer. “That guy has given us more work instead of helping.”
“He’s been saving lives, yn,” she claps back.
“But he has been breaking the law more times than I can count,” you truthfully say.
He could have been helpful if he hadn’t been swinging around and doing things he shouldn’t have.
“Maybe start seeing him with your human eyes instead of the cop's ones,” she says while shaking her head.
“He probably just wants to help,” Jungkook finally says something.
Your eyes move from his sister’s face to his, and you swear that for a second, you see something in his eyes. Something that might suggest that he knows who this spider guy is. You frown, but brush it off. If he knew something, he would have told you. This is too big a secret.
“Well, if he really wanted to help, what was he doing at our place today?” you raise an eyebrow.
Jiwon frowns, obviously surprised, but Jungkook doesn’t react at all. As if he already knew this. As if this wasn’t news to him. Honestly, right now, you’re starting to think that you don’t know your boyfriend anymore.
“That’s unexpected,” Jiwon says.
“I don’t know what he’s trying to do, but he broke too many laws by being at our place. And above anything else, it makes me think that he might be related to Sangmin’s death.”
“Well, he might have his reasons,” Jiwon tries to defend him. “Maybe he was trying to help you in the case.”
“As I said, he isn’t,” you repeat. “I don’t like him.”
It’s a fact. And by now, almost everybody knows it. This spiderman is a pain in the ass, and all you want to do is catch him to find out who he is. But for now, it’s the least of your concerns. All you care about right now is finding Sangmin’s killer.
“I hope he doesn’t hear that,” Jiwon teasingly says while chuckling. “That was harsh.”
You chuckle. She’s probably right, but you absolutely do not care. Her phone suddenly lights up, her gaze shifting down to it.
“Ah, it’s Yongbok,” she smiles. “I’ll leave you two alone now, but please go to your room. Don’t want to know you had sex here.”
Jungkook turns red, which makes you smile. He’s absolutely adorable when he gets all flustered.
“I can’t promise that,” you tease her.
“Gross,” she replies. “I don’t want to know what my brother does with his girlfriend.”
You laugh as she disappears, leaving you and Jungkook alone again in the living room.
“You’re as red as a tomato,” you say, cupping his warm cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“It’s awkward to be talking about sex with my sister,” he mumbles, still clearly embarrassed, but he leans in to kiss you again.
Quickly, the kiss takes a heated turn for the first time in a week. Jungkook has been avoiding getting intimate with you, which has honestly broken your heart more times than you can count. And to make matters worse, you’re nearing your ovulation period, which only makes the longing more intense.
However, Jungkook breaks the kiss before you take this any further.
“We should go to bed,” he whispers against your lips.
You’re not sure how long you can keep going like this.
Jungkook
He’s sitting at the top of a building, looking around. It was hard to hear you say two days ago that you hate him. Well, you hate spiderman, but in the end, it’s the same. He’s spiderman, so you hate him. That thought keeps echoing in his head, louder than the wind that brushes past his ears.
Suddenly, he hears a scream. A sharp, blood-curdling one, the kind that freezes everything in place for half a second. Without hesitation, his head snaps toward the direction of the sound. Another scream follows, this one thinner, choked with terror.
He springs to his feet. He doesn’t think. He moves. One leap, and he’s flying. Before throwing any webs, he always lets himself fall into the void. It’s probably related to the awful emptiness in his heart. Sangmin’s death has destroyed him in so many ways, but in the middle of that, he also feels the need to help people.
He saves them because he couldn’t save him.
And then, before hitting the ground, he shoots the first web, making him fly. The wind whips against his face as he swings between buildings, pushing his body to go faster until the bridge comes into full view. People are shouting, a few already holding their phones, filming the horror.
A woman has stumbled through the pedestrian rail and is holding on with one hand, her fingers slipping.
This angers him so much. People are filming instead of trying to help her. If spiderman didn’t exist, was she going to die?
Jungkook doesn’t land. He drops straight down, flips in mid-air, and at the last second, shoots a web to catch her. He has noticed that his senses have become much sharper. He just knows when to save people or catch something before it hits the ground. He’s faster now.
For a moment, the only sound is the echo of gasps.
He catches her just as her hand gives way. She lets out a strangled sob as she falls into his arms, holding him so tight, and he swings up, gently setting her on solid ground. The woman clutches his arms, trembling.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer than she expected.
She nods, tears rolling down her cheeks, and hugs him.
“Thank you. Thank you, oh my god—thank you.”
The crowd starts clapping, cheering even. But he doesn’t stay. He never stays, scared that someone might recognize him. Jungkook backs away, turns, and disappears into the shadows before anyone can get close.
He doesn’t need their praise. He just needs to feel like he did something right. Like he mattered. His entire life, he’s been trying to do something right. The proof is that he’s working at a pharmaceutical company specializing in rare diseases. Becoming spiderman feels normal to him. Yes, he has now spider DNA in his blood, but he has decided to use it for good.
Jungkook swings back to the lab house. You’ve already moved there, but your personal belongings remain at your shared apartment. For as long as the investigation goes on, none of you can go there or take anything. Well, you’ve both already been there, but nothing has been taken. So, living in the lab house still feels impersonal. It’s like you’re living in someone else’s house.
But at least, you now have more privacy.
Well, if he hadn’t become a spider, he would have already railed you on every single surface of the house, but as long as he doesn’t know if he can contaminate you, he’s going to keep his hands away from you. And it’s only getting harder. He almost gave in two days ago, but he managed to remind himself that your safety matters more than his burning desires.
He doesn’t want to give you something that he can’t even understand. He would hate himself if it ever happened.
Once he reaches the house, he strips himself of the costume before hiding it in the lab. He puts on his white coat before sitting down. He believes today he might understand if whatever he has is contagious. He did some tests a couple of days ago, but he’ll only have the results today.
With eagerness, he scrolls through the latest batch of test results, his eyes darting across the data. He doesn’t mind being spiderman, if anything, he’s slowly come to accept it. The strength, the speed, the heightened senses... all of it feels right, like he was built for this.
Nevertheless, something deeply bothers him. He doesn’t know how to act around you anymore.
He clenches his jaw as the results load. It’s not the webs, the agility, or the wall-climbing that keeps him up at night. It’s you, asleep right next to him, and the fact that he can’t touch you the way he wants to. His whole body aches, not just from transformation, but from need. And it’s driving him insane.
He wants you—your skin, your scent, your warmth. He wants to be close again. Not just emotionally, but physically. To let you trace the lines of his new body, to show you the strength in his arms wasn’t just built for saving strangers, but for holding you close. For making you feel safe. Desired. Worshipped.
But he’s been pushing you away, hiding behind Sangmin’s death like a shield. And yes, he’s grieving. If he hadn’t changed, he knows he would’ve never left your side, not even for a minute. He would’ve held you until his chest caved in, until the pain became bearable simply because you were near. Now he doesn’t even know how to touch you without fearing what he might pass on.
Finally, the result appears. His breath catches.
Non-transmissible. Zero risk. Completely isolated to the host.
He stares at the results for a long time. Relief floods through him like a wave crashing down. His head drops into his hands, and for a second, he just sits there, letting the silence press against his skull.
It’s just him.
The weight begins to lift. Slowly.
And for the first time in almost two weeks, a small and sincere smile curves on his lips. Tonight, if you want him, he’ll show you every piece of himself he’s been keeping locked away. If you need softness, he’ll give you that. If you need intensity, he has enough to drown you in it.
But he won’t force anything. He knows he’s been distant. Cold, even. You’ve had every right to doubt him, and if you push him away tonight, he’ll understand.
Still, something in him stirs with purpose. He scans the data again, trying to make sense of the blood mutation. Something has changed far beyond what he expected. He didn’t just inherit the spider’s powers. His blood has evolved into something more. Stronger. Wiser. Singular.
But all of that means nothing if he can’t be whole with you. And tonight, maybe he can finally begin to feel human again, with you.
However, a couple of minutes later, all his hopes crash down. The name of your coworker appears on his screen, and his heart skips a beat. Hyunwoo has Jungkook’s number in case something happens to you. So, his mind goes over every possible case scenario as he sees the name.
Since you started investigating Sangmin’s death, he’s been worried about you. When someone wants to eliminate a person as wealthy as him, it’s for deep reasons. The killer wouldn’t hesitate to harm or even kill you to protect themselves.
“Hyunwoo,” Jungkook says when he picks up.
“Hi, Jungkook,” he responds.
“Something bad happened?” your boyfriend instantly asks.
“Yes,” he says. “Yn was arrested for the murder of Sangmin.”
You
Straight at the beginning of the investigation, you’ve requested the footage from every camera at Sangmin’s workplace and mansion for the week preceding his death. You needed to check from there if there was anything. A team was working on it while you were interrogating people, examining every single room he’d be in.
There has been nothing. Absolutely nothing.
After the forensic pathologist examined the body, it was confirmed that he had been poisoned with aconitine. It was difficult to identify the type of poison used, but after extensive research, he was able to find it.
Normally, Sangmin ingested it a couple of hours before his passing. Apparently, he only got the time to understand something was off before coming to your place.
You’ve also interrogated people, but nothing seems to explain why he was killed. For sure, money is the top reason, but there could be something you ignore.
For now, that’s really what you've got. That’s why the footage is extremely important. You’ll be able to target someone more easily. At least that’s what you hope for. Killers are not stupid. If they decide to poison someone, they’ve also been very careful not to get caught.
The second you enter the police station, your superior walks straight to you. Her face is harsh and very closed. She’s holding a pair of handcuffs in her hands. For a minute, you believe that someone behind you is about to get arrested, but there’s nobody behind you. So your eyes look at Hyunwoo, and he seems as clueless as you.
“Yn,” she begins. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Sangmin.”
Your eyes widen as she says out loud that you’re Sangmin’s killer. What the fuck is this? When did you on earth decide to kill the person your boyfriend adores? There’s absolutely no reason for you to kill him.
Instead of screaming and going wild, you decide to collaborate. The only way to discover why she’s arresting you is by cooperating. Resisting will only make things worse. She’s going to interrogate you, and obviously, she’ll show whatever things she has that incriminate you.
You show your hands to your superior, and she handcuffs them. Even though you’re not guilty, it sounds like you’re truly the killer.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”
Even though you’ve pronounced those words more times than you can count, it’s weird to hear them being said to you. It makes you feel like shit.
“Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?”
“Yes, Captain Park,” you answer.
Now, you’re being escorted to the interrogation room under the eyes of your colleagues. You avoid looking at them to not see their facial expressions. You know it’ll destroy you if you do, and you’ll never be able again to look at them as you did before.
“Hyunwoo,” you call for your coworker. “Please call Jungkook.”
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⤷ loving Jungkook was easy, he was the shy and nerdy guy no one really noticed, and that was fine for him. however, everything changed when a radioactive spider bite turned him into the city’s mysterious new hero. as a detective, you were quick to notice the shift. then, his mentor, Kang Sangmin, died in front of you. now, you’re hunting a killer and uncovering the truth about the man you thought you knew.
— pairing: spidey!jungkook x detective!fem. reader
— genre: established relationship, murder au, mystery au, spiderman au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— words: 7,582
— warnings: mention of crying, mention of death, crying, mention of nightmares, mention of murder, gun, strong language, swearing, frustration, and mention of sex
— author’s note: finally the second chapter is out!! 🥳 i’m so sorry it took this long but life has been a bit chaotic lately and i couldn’t find the time to sit down and post it… the chapter has been ready for quite some time now, maybe more than a week, but it’s finally here!! also i want to mention that oc doesn’t know jk is spiderman so keep it in mind when reading her pov. hope you’ll enjoy this chapter 🩵
Chapter II: i hate him
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Jungkook
To his surprise, he received a summons from Sangmin’s lawyer for the reading of his will. He’s in no case related to him, except for the fact that he’s his father's best friend and his mentor. He’s no heir and has no rights to his legacy. At least, that’s what he believes. But everybody knows that Sangmin saw him as his true and legitimate heir.
As he enters the room, he finds his father, Seungmin, and Sangmin’s siblings. He isn’t really surprised to see all these people, but some of them are startled when Jungkook makes his way inside. Your lover takes a seat next to his father.
“Hi, son,” he offers his son a smile.
“Hi, dad,” he smiles back at his father.
His dad holds his hand, squeezing it in a comforting way. He’s grateful his dad is present. He’s not sure he’d be able to stand here. It’s been very hard to live without Sangmin.
He constantly calls him to hear his voice on the voicemail, even if he doesn’t pick up. He’s also been watching tons of videos he has of him. He always ends up crying, but it’s the only way to remove the image that hunts him. Sangmin dying in his arms.
“Hi, everybody,” the lawyer says, his eyes looking at every present person. “It seems everybody is here.”
The man starts reading Sangmin’s last will. He begins by explaining what Sangmin leaves to his only son. He basically leaves the Kang empire to him, except for the pharmaceutical company. He also inherits the main mansion.
Seojoon, Jungkook’s father, inherits a significant portion of his wealth, including shares in every company he owns. His words were that he wants his best friend to remain his associate until his last breath.
To his siblings, he gives them houses and money. He always loved them so much, and he wanted to give them a good life even after his passing. He wanted to ensure his siblings would never lack anything.
And finally, to Jungkook, he hands over the keys to the pharmaceutical company, the crown jewel of the Kang Empire. He also gives him a house, though Jungkook knows that it’s not just a house. It’s his private lab.
Seungmin looks at Seojoon’s son with daggering eyes. He clearly wanted to be the one owning the biggest company in the Kang Empire. He wanted to own the company that started this entire empire.
For Jungkook, this is a shock. Sangmin knew how much Jungkook hated running a company. He knew he’d prefer remaining hidden behind a lab. He’s way too shy to deal with people. He’s not comfortable with that.
Sangmin also left a letter to each of them. The lawyer handed them before they left the room. Jungkook walked straight to his car to read it by himself.
“My Jungkook,
By now, you must be wondering why I left the company to you. The answer is quite easy. You’ll keep my legacy alive. You’ll keep the purpose of the company intact. Even though I love my son, he’s a businessman at heart. He’ll prioritize profits, not the company’s purpose, which is to help people. To give treatments to people in need.
You don’t have to worry about managing the company. Since I only gave you my shares, you can maintain all the current directors. They’ll manage the daily operations for you, but whenever big decisions need to be made, you’ll have to step in. But please never forget why I created this company.
My only request is that you work there. Not to control it, but to stay connected, to see what’s going on, and it will facilitate your life whenever you have to step in.
Then, for my lab, it was an evident and natural choice to give it to you. You grew up there. It’s the place where I taught you everything. It has always been yours. Live above it or not; it’s your choice.
I may be gone now, but please, take care of yourself. And keep loving yn. She has such a beautiful heart and soul. You shine brighter when you’re around her. Be happy, my son.
With all my love,
Sangmin”
Jungkook breaks down in tears. He can’t do this. He can’t be the shareholder of KANGVITA. He can’t be the one deciding what to do or not. But above anything else, he can’t live without Sangmin, the man who taught him everything about science. He then drives to the lab, wanting to be alone.
Once he has reached his mentor’s private lab, or should he say his now private lab, he rushes inside. He continues examining his DNA, which has been shaped entirely differently. This spider has fundamentally changed him overnight.
His body has expanded crazily in the span of a week. He’s way stronger now, and it’s like he’s been going every single second of the week to the gym. He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore. The body he sees in the mirror reflection isn’t his. But even though the spider had given him this change, the fact that he’s been going around, throwing webs and swinging, has built him differently. His body is a lot more toned.
Helping people has been making him feel alive, and it feels like an extension of what he’s been doing in his lab. The thing is that people see him now. In the lab, he just researches and creates treatments, but nobody ever knows it’s him. Today, people hold him tightly in their arms, fear clinging to their bodies. They thank him when he puts them in a safe place.
He’s spiderman.
The first time someone gave him that name, it warmed his heart in a way he can’t even express. He’s not just Jungkook anymore. He’s spiderman too. And spiderman saves lives and helps people in need. And honestly, he likes doing it.
But it’s something he wished he could share it with you. He wanted to tell you, to explain it to you, because he knows you notice the changes. But the second you told him how much you hate this new spiderman, he decided not to say a word. He doesn’t want you to hate him. That’ll break his heart too much. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. At least not right now.
What has been breaking him a lot is the fact that he’s been holding back from touching you, only kissing you from time to time. He has changed a lot physically. And more than ever, he’s been desiring to rail the shit out of you with this new body. But he’s scared you’ll ask too many questions.
And he’s also scared to contaminate you with the spider venom, like a sexually transmitted disease would.
For now, he’s been simply saying that he’s been going to the gym. You haven’t questioned it too much. But despite the tragedy, he’s been able to justify all of this with his grief.
But he knows that sooner or later, he’ll crack. He adores you and finds you extremely hot under any circumstances.
For hours, he remains locked in the lab, analyzing his blood and trying to understand if this is temporary or if it’ll last forever. Will the spider venom forever remain in his system? Will it keep making him stronger? Those are all questions he wished Sangmin could help him with.
After a while, he decides to go to your apartment to take a look. He wants to see if he can find anything that will help you to find Sangmin’s killer. He knows you’re working on the case, but if he can give you a hand as spiderman, he’ll do it. His vision is now a lot better than any human's. His senses are just heightened.
He puts on the suit he managed to create in such a short time. There’s for sure a lot of work still to be done, but for now, it maintains his identity safe whenever he helps someone. He opens the window of the living room before he removes the mask from his face. It’s a lot better now. He walks to the entrance, his eyes examining the spot where Sangmin was.
Honestly, there’s not much, except for some strands of hair. It won’t be very useful. The tests will only indicate that he was poisoned, something he already knows. His body freezes when he hears someone running up the stairs. He puts on his mask again so nobody recognizes him.
Before he even gets to reach the window, the person enters the apartment. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face. It’s the first time he sees you working, and man, you’re hot as hell. He really wants to take his mask off to make you calm down, but he can’t. Not right now.
“What are you doing here?” you yell.
He can tell how angry you are, and it hurts him. He doesn’t know yet how you’d react if he reveals himself to you. His eyes are quick to notice your partner, Hyunwoo, behind you. Jungkook likes the guy. He's already met him a couple of times, and he’s nice.
Jungkook raises his hands up while slowly walking backward. He needs to escape as soon and as fast as possible. You won’t be letting him go; he knows you damn well. As he moves backward, you move forward, getting closer and closer.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. You’ll recognize his voice instantly.
“You’re Sangmin's killer, right?” his heart squeezes at your words. “He’s involved in your change, and you killed him so he wouldn’t be an obstacle for you. Am I right?”
Jungkook only shakes his head, not a single word leaving his lips. Even though you’re accusing him, his heart warms at how this case is dear to you. He already knew you’d do anything to catch the killer, but seeing it is something else. He’s a hundred percent sure you’ll find the killer.
“Now you come to check if there’s any proof incriminating you.”
He shakes his head again.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo finally says something. “This man would be the last person to kill someone.”
You don’t look back at your coworker. Your gaze is locked on your boyfriend, even though you totally ignore the identity of the man behind the mask.
“We don’t know him,” you mutter. “He suddenly appears out of the blue, pretending to save lives. He could be a killer as well.”
“We don’t know it yet,” your colleague replies.
Jungkook notices the flicker in your eyes. You’re about to run to him, so he bolts toward the window, and without a second of hesitation, he hurls himself into the open void. His breath catches violently in his throat.
It was close.
He’s falling from seven floors down, a blur of movement in the open air. Falling from this height can be frightening, but to Jungkook it feels relieving. For a split second, the world around him disappears completely.
And then, just before he hits the ground, he shoots a web and swings himself to safety. His body moves with such instinct, such ease. It’s like he has done this his entire life, but since he got bitten by the spider, this feels absolutely natural. It’s like he was made for this.
Swinging around the city makes him feel alive.
He can’t compare the feeling to being next to you because you bring so much life to him. But this comes very close to how he feels around you. It’s different, but it’s good.
You
Over the past week, something fundamental in Jungkook has changed completely. The pain, the grief, the confusion, the helplessness—whatever cracked open inside him the night Sangmin died has begun to reshape him entirely.
What started as subtle changes are now impossible to ignore. His body feels different beneath your touch. It’s firmer, heavier, with new muscle. He’s been at the gym almost obsessively, like he’s trying to outrun the chaos in his head with sweat and repetition.
His chest broadened, his shoulders seem to take up more space, and when you wrap your arms around him, it feels like he’s somehow more… His arms, once soft and lean, now pulse with definition. The weight of him when he holds you is grounding in a strangely unfamiliar way.
You don’t complain at all, but this is new. Jungkook never used to go to the gym before, and now, it’s like he’s always there. His body is changing so much.
The glasses? Now, gone. He’s switched to contact lenses entirely, claiming they’re more practical, but you know it’s more than that. Maybe he wants to stop seeing the world through the eyes of the man he used to be. Or maybe he doesn’t want to be seen that way anymore.
What’s most disorienting is how much he resembles his father now. He was already his spitting image, but now? Now it’s even more. Without the barrier of glasses and with the new sharpness in his features, he looks even more like his dad, something you never thought possible.
However, in the middle of that, he’s still your Jungkook. He still comes home to you, cries in your arms, and kisses you passionately. He’s still his nerdy and shy self. But now, your breath catches even more when he walks into a room because he seems so different, and he looks even hotter, which you didn’t think was possible.
At work, you’ve fought hard to take the case of Sangmin. Everybody has desired to have it because with it comes fame and recognition. However, for you, it’s none of that. For you, it’s a matter of doing it for your lover. You need to solve this case for him.
Luckily, the big boss gave in and let you take care of Sangmin’s death. Since he passed away at your place, it became a crime scene, and you can’t get home for now. So, you’ve been sleeping at his parents' place. They insisted on it, and it’s honestly a blessing.
Jungkook has needed his mother’s arms more than ever. Even though you appease his soul, a mother’s embrace speaks louder than anything else. You perfectly know it. Although you absolutely adore your boyfriend, whenever you go through something very hard, you run to your mother to seek comfort.
“That’s tragic to pass away here,” Hyunwoo says once you’re standing in front of the building complex.
“It is,” you mumble.
Flashes of that infamous night cross your mind, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t know much about Sangmin; you barely saw him, but you heard many stories about him. Seeing him dying in Jungkook’s arms right in front of your place is horrible.
Under police orders, everyone living here has been temporarily forced to relocate elsewhere. It wasn’t pleasant, but you need to examine every corner Sangmin walked in before reaching your apartment. Once that is done, you’ll let everyone come back. But for you and Jungkook, it’s different. You’ll only be able to go back home once the case is solved.
Your eyes look up at the building, your heart already aching. You’ve been having nightmares, but you’re not sure if your boyfriend has been having worse nightmares than you. Maybe the gym has been helping him a lot.
“How was the funeral yesterday?” He asks as you both walk in.
“Very painful,” you admit, remembering Jungkook’s sobs. “I thought I was going to die right there.”
You lift the police ribbon after opening the door. Opening this door for the first time since that night is hard. Your hands are shaking, but you still manage to open it.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea you work on this case?” he asks as he notices your shaky hands. “This is too personal for you.”
“I need to,” you instantly reply, stepping inside the building. “For him.”
“But…” Hyunwoo starts, but you cut him off.
“There’s no ‘but’,” you say. “I need to find out who was cruel enough to kill this man.”
The two of you start examining the main entrance, looking for any proof. Sangmin was poisoned, so you know for sure that the killer gave it to him hours before. The man knew he was dying and walked to your place to die next to Jungkook. He sought comfort in his own death. And that’s the heartbreaking part.
If you managed to understand it, you’re sure Jungkook did too. Sangmin loved your boyfriend like a son. You’d even say that he loved him more than his own son. Seungmin, the heir to the Kang Empire, is the only ‘biological’ child he ever had. He loved him, but Jungkook seemed like the perfect heir. He taught him everything about biological science. He passed on to him his passion for science.
Unfortunately, you don’t find anything, except for his fingerprints all over the walls. He was for sure trying to find physical support as his soul was leaving his body.
As you walk upstairs, you hear a sound coming from your apartment. You grab your gun before rushing to your place, the gun in your hands. Is it the murderer coming to the place where the victim died? Does she or he want to check if there’s anything incriminating about them?
Hyunwoo follows you, his gun in his hand as well. You both stand on each side of the door, ready to catch the person inside as soon as they leave. Very slowly and carefully, you open the door before running inside.
What you find inside surprises you a lot. A man wearing a red and deep blue costume stands tall in front of you. It’s the famous spiderman. The guy who has been bothering you and your colleagues more than anything else. He’s been going around saving people like he’s some kind of superhero.
“What are you doing here?” you yell at the man in front of you.
He raises his hands up while slowly walking backward. You follow him, getting closer and closer. The man doesn’t answer your question; he simply walks.
“You’re Sangmin's killer, right?” you throw at his face. “He’s involved in your change, and you killed him so he wouldn’t be an obstacle for you. Am I right?”
The man only shakes his head, not a single word leaving his lips.
“Now you come to check if there’s any proof incriminating you.”
He shakes his head again.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo says behind you. “This man would be the last person to kill someone.”
You don’t look back at your coworker. Your gaze can’t leave him because you know that the second it happens, he’ll run away like a coward.
“We don’t know him,” you mutter. “He suddenly appears out of the blue, pretending to save lives. He could be a killer as well.”
“We don’t know it yet,” your colleague replies.
Just as you’re about to chase after this so-called spiderman, he bolts toward the window with terrifying confidence, and without a second of hesitation, he hurls himself into the open void. Your breath catches violently in your throat.
“What the hell—”
You rush to the window, hands resting on the windowsill as your eyes dart downward in search of him. He’s falling from seven floors down, a blur of movement in the open air. Your stomach drops. It’s not even fear anymore, it’s disbelief. Your mind scrambles to process what you’re seeing.
And then, just before he hits the ground, he shoots a web—clean, quick—and swings himself to safety. His body moves with such instinct, such ease, that it makes your skin crawl. He disappears from your line of sight, swallowed by the city skyline.
You stare at the spot where he vanished, your pulse pounding so hard it feels like it’s in your ears.
You don’t like spiderman. There’s something about the cockiness, the reckless heroism, the bugs. You never found it charming. And now? Now that some knock-off web-slinger just launched himself out of your apartment and into thin air like he’s bulletproof?
It’s more than just dislike. It’s personal.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, eyes still fixed on the now-empty sky. Your fingers tighten into fists.
“Yn,” Hyunwoo calls out for you, his voice edged with disbelief. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No,” you shake your head, gaze shifting to your colleague. “This guy could be our killer.”
“You’re jumping too quickly to conclusions just because you don’t like him. We don’t have anything concrete yet.”
“I don’t care,” you mumble.
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated.
“If you don’t pull yourself together and take this less personally, the higher-ups are going to pull you off the case,” he says. “You know it.”
Of course you do, but you can’t do otherwise. This is too personal. This is about Jungkook, and you’d do anything for him. Hyunwoo softens, his tone shifting from sharp to sincere.
“Look, I get it. You’re doing this for Jungkook. So make sure you do it right, okay?” he says. “Don’t let your emotions cost you the chance to actually get justice.”
He’s not wrong. You can’t be acting like that; otherwise, someone else will replace you, and that someone might be doing this completely wrongly. Only for the fame that the case brings. Finding Sangmin’s killer will bring so much recognition to the detective in charge of the case.
“Okay, now let’s make sure spiderman didn’t take anything from your place,” Hyunwoo rationalizes. “Take a look and let me know if something disappeared.”
You nod and follow your colleague’s instructions. Thank God that you have him as your partner. Anybody else would have taken this opportunity to denounce you to your superiors. He’s been with you since you became a detective, and you’ve been doing great work together. You’re definitely a great team.
You
For the tenth time in five minutes, your eyes look up at the clock hanging on the living room’s wall. It’s already 8 pm and still no news from Jungkook, which worries you a lot. He’s been like this since the passing of Sangmin. He doesn’t give any news before reappearing out of the blue, sweating like hell.
You can understand that his way of grieving is by going to the gym, but he can also warn you. It’s easy to say: “I’m at the gym and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
You don’t say anything because it’ll feel out of place, but you’re not really liking all of this, especially since this spider guy appeared. He’s a pain in the ass. You don’t like him. You’re already frustrated because everyone seems enchanted by this guy, and then you arrive home to an empty house, not knowing where your boyfriend is.
A couple of minutes later, you hear the door unlocking. You can hear his heavy breathing, but again, you won’t say anything. However, it worries you how much time he spends at the gym. His footsteps bring him closer and closer to you, but you don’t say anything. You simply wait for him to find you in the living room.
A smile arises on his adorable face when he lays eyes on you. He crashes down next to you, his head falling on your shoulder. None of you speaks for a moment, you both look at the show playing on the tv. It’s a show his mom adores; she highly recommended it to you, so you decided to watch. She definitely wasn’t wrong.
“How was the reading of Sangmin’s will?” you finally break the silence.
You were there when he received the formal letter from the lawyer inviting him to the will reading. Jungkook’s head leaves your shoulder so he can look at you. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet. Despite everything, he still manages to catch your breath.
“I inherited the lab house and KANGVITA,” he finally says.
This was quite obvious. The opposite would have surprised you. Jungkook was Sangmin’s prodigy. He made him fall in love with science in the lab house. And above anything else, he transmitted to him all his passion about helping others. Jungkook has always been the legitimate heir to KANGVITA, even though he never wanted to admit it.
“It seems logical,” you answer.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea for the company,” he confesses. “Seungmin should have been the one…”
You cut him off. “We both know he isn’t. Sangmin transmitted to you every single value of that company. You’re the only one who will ever be able to keep his legacy alive. Not his son.”
He rubs his hands on his face while groaning in frustration. You know Jungkook has never wanted to run a company. Although he’s the son of a very good businessman, he’s never been one. If he can remain hidden, it’s perfect. Running KANGVITA will put him under the spotlight.
“Look,” you say, placing your hands over his and pushing them away from his pretty face, “you’re not alone. Your dad can help you. He’s very good at running companies, and he can help you out. He’ll do it without second-guessing.”
“Sangmin left me a letter,” he answers, “where he explained that I don’t have to do anything. Just keep the company as it is and just be present whenever important decisions need to be made.”
“See,” you stroke his cheek.
“I don’t know, pumpkin,” he throws.
“We all believe in you, nerdy,” you reply. “And you can take all the time in the world. Your dad is also a shareholder of KANGVITA. Let him manage it on your behalf until you’re ready. He knows your heart, and he’ll be able to handle big decisions in the meantime.”
His gaze is locked on yours, and right now, you wish you could hear his thoughts. But you can tell that he’s heavily considering your words. Maybe he never thought about asking for help from his dad. You guess that maybe he doesn’t even have to ask anything. His father will jump right in.
“Don’t overthink it for now, okay?” you tell him.
Jungkook simply nods before wrapping his arms around you, pushing you into a tight embrace. Underneath his shirt, you can feel his toned and broader chest. You still don’t know how to feel about it, but it’s a weird feeling. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“For the lab house,” he whispers against your neck, “I’d love to live there, but only if you want. I’d never pressure you.”
You’ve spent a lot of time in that house, and you like that house. It’s not too big, considering that it was the house of a wealthy man, but it’s a very beautiful one. The lab was built underground, so it gives more room to the house itself. One thing is for sure: the house is bigger than your apartment.
“Well, now, we’re homeless, so having a house sounds like a great idea,” you smile at him.
Not being able to go home is hard. You adore his parents and siblings, but it feels like you’re bothering them. It feels like you always have to tiptoe around the house, too scared you’ll do something wrong.
“Thanks, pumpkin,” he says, kissing your lips tenderly.
This kiss brings comfort. One that you didn’t realize how much you needed until his lips met yours. The kiss is very gentle, but heavy with unspoken words. It’s not passionate or rushed. It’s slow, intentional, like he’s telling you everything he can’t say aloud. Apologies, reassurances, confessions, all woven into the delicate brush of his mouth against yours.
Your fingers curl slightly into his shirt, holding on, not because you think he’ll pull away, but because this moment feels too fragile, too precious.
Jungkook’s hand is cradling your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin in a motion so tender it nearly brings tears to your eyes. This is, without a doubt, your favorite kind of kiss. The kind that heals, that mends something inside you, that puts balm on an invisible wound you hadn’t dared to touch. You don’t need words right now. This is enough. More than enough.
“Get a room,” Jungkook’s sister, Jiwon, says when she sees you kissing on the couch.
Jiwon is pretty much younger than him; they have a nine-year gap. Two years after Jungkook, his parents had Joongi, and after having two wonderful boys, they wanted a little girl. It took them seven years to have her. It wasn’t easy, but they had her. Jiwon is the little princess at home.
You and Jungkook giggle at Jiwon’s words. She’s in her teenage years, and she finds it gross whenever she sees you kissing. The funny thing is that she has had a boyfriend for like two years already. Yongbok, her boyfriend, was already in the picture for a couple of months when you started dating the amazing Jungkook.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
“Maybe,” she answers while shrugging.
“That’s not an answer,” he says quite firmly.
She rolls her eyes, annoyed.
“I can’t sleep,” she ends up admitting. “I haven’t been since what happened at your place.”
She’s clearly referring to Sangmin’s death, but she doesn’t want to say it out loud, which you totally understand. It’s not easy. It isn’t easy for anyone.
“Yongbok is coming,” she continues. “I only manage to fall asleep with him.”
Her boyfriend is honestly a sweetheart, and you’re more than happy that she found him. He’s been by Jiwon’s side for the past week, never leaving her alone in this tough time.
“Mom and Dad know he’s coming?” Jungkook asks.
Jiwon nods before sitting next to her brother on the couch. For a moment, her eyes scan her brother’s figure.
“Since when did you become bulkier?” she frowns.
She doesn’t even hesitate to push up the sleeve of his t-shirt, showing off his already muscular biceps. Jungkook gets all red.
“I’ve been going to the gym.”
“Of all people, you’re the last one I ever imagined in a gym,” she sincerely says.
Jungkook is now the one rolling his eyes with annoyance. You couldn’t agree more with his sister’s words. You never pictured him going to the gym. Never once in your life, you imagine him becoming who he is right now. You’re sure that he could handle you easily.
“Things have changed,” he confesses.
They have changed a lot in reality. And it’s been hard to follow up. Too hard. But you’re hopeful that things will eventually get better. That the pain inside your heart will one day be more bearable.
“You’re not wrong,” she smiles.
Losing Sangmin is already something, but the fact that he was killed makes everything even more complicated. You’re not sure who’s lying or who to trust. One thing is for sure: you don’t trust that spidey guy at all. He smells trouble. And it’s the last thing that you need right now.
“And have you heard of that spiderman?” she asks with excitement.
You and your boyfriend nod.
“Isn’t he incredible?” she asks.
She definitely seems completely under his spell, like everybody else.
“I wouldn’t say incredible,” you answer. “That guy has given us more work instead of helping.”
“He’s been saving lives, yn,” she claps back.
“But he has been breaking the law more times than I can count,” you truthfully say.
He could have been helpful if he hadn’t been swinging around and doing things he shouldn’t have.
“Maybe start seeing him with your human eyes instead of the cop's ones,” she says while shaking her head.
“He probably just wants to help,” Jungkook finally says something.
Your eyes move from his sister’s face to his, and you swear that for a second, you see something in his eyes. Something that might suggest that he knows who this spider guy is. You frown, but brush it off. If he knew something, he would have told you. This is too big a secret.
“Well, if he really wanted to help, what was he doing at our place today?” you raise an eyebrow.
Jiwon frowns, obviously surprised, but Jungkook doesn’t react at all. As if he already knew this. As if this wasn’t news to him. Honestly, right now, you’re starting to think that you don’t know your boyfriend anymore.
“That’s unexpected,” Jiwon says.
“I don’t know what he’s trying to do, but he broke too many laws by being at our place. And above anything else, it makes me think that he might be related to Sangmin’s death.”
“Well, he might have his reasons,” Jiwon tries to defend him. “Maybe he was trying to help you in the case.”
“As I said, he isn’t,” you repeat. “I don’t like him.”
It’s a fact. And by now, almost everybody knows it. This spiderman is a pain in the ass, and all you want to do is catch him to find out who he is. But for now, it’s the least of your concerns. All you care about right now is finding Sangmin’s killer.
“I hope he doesn’t hear that,” Jiwon teasingly says while chuckling. “That was harsh.”
You chuckle. She’s probably right, but you absolutely do not care. Her phone suddenly lights up, her gaze shifting down to it.
“Ah, it’s Yongbok,” she smiles. “I’ll leave you two alone now, but please go to your room. Don’t want to know you had sex here.”
Jungkook turns red, which makes you smile. He’s absolutely adorable when he gets all flustered.
“I can’t promise that,” you tease her.
“Gross,” she replies. “I don’t want to know what my brother does with his girlfriend.”
You laugh as she disappears, leaving you and Jungkook alone again in the living room.
“You’re as red as a tomato,” you say, cupping his warm cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“It’s awkward to be talking about sex with my sister,” he mumbles, still clearly embarrassed, but he leans in to kiss you again.
Quickly, the kiss takes a heated turn for the first time in a week. Jungkook has been avoiding getting intimate with you, which has honestly broken your heart more times than you can count. And to make matters worse, you’re nearing your ovulation period, which only makes the longing more intense.
However, Jungkook breaks the kiss before you take this any further.
“We should go to bed,” he whispers against your lips.
You’re not sure how long you can keep going like this.
Jungkook
He’s sitting at the top of a building, looking around. It was hard to hear you say two days ago that you hate him. Well, you hate spiderman, but in the end, it’s the same. He’s spiderman, so you hate him. That thought keeps echoing in his head, louder than the wind that brushes past his ears.
Suddenly, he hears a scream. A sharp, blood-curdling one, the kind that freezes everything in place for half a second. Without hesitation, his head snaps toward the direction of the sound. Another scream follows, this one thinner, choked with terror.
He springs to his feet. He doesn’t think. He moves. One leap, and he’s flying. Before throwing any webs, he always lets himself fall into the void. It’s probably related to the awful emptiness in his heart. Sangmin’s death has destroyed him in so many ways, but in the middle of that, he also feels the need to help people.
He saves them because he couldn’t save him.
And then, before hitting the ground, he shoots the first web, making him fly. The wind whips against his face as he swings between buildings, pushing his body to go faster until the bridge comes into full view. People are shouting, a few already holding their phones, filming the horror.
A woman has stumbled through the pedestrian rail and is holding on with one hand, her fingers slipping.
This angers him so much. People are filming instead of trying to help her. If spiderman didn’t exist, was she going to die?
Jungkook doesn’t land. He drops straight down, flips in mid-air, and at the last second, shoots a web to catch her. He has noticed that his senses have become much sharper. He just knows when to save people or catch something before it hits the ground. He’s faster now.
For a moment, the only sound is the echo of gasps.
He catches her just as her hand gives way. She lets out a strangled sob as she falls into his arms, holding him so tight, and he swings up, gently setting her on solid ground. The woman clutches his arms, trembling.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice softer than she expected.
She nods, tears rolling down her cheeks, and hugs him.
“Thank you. Thank you, oh my god—thank you.”
The crowd starts clapping, cheering even. But he doesn’t stay. He never stays, scared that someone might recognize him. Jungkook backs away, turns, and disappears into the shadows before anyone can get close.
He doesn’t need their praise. He just needs to feel like he did something right. Like he mattered. His entire life, he’s been trying to do something right. The proof is that he’s working at a pharmaceutical company specializing in rare diseases. Becoming spiderman feels normal to him. Yes, he has now spider DNA in his blood, but he has decided to use it for good.
Jungkook swings back to the lab house. You’ve already moved there, but your personal belongings remain at your shared apartment. For as long as the investigation goes on, none of you can go there or take anything. Well, you’ve both already been there, but nothing has been taken. So, living in the lab house still feels impersonal. It’s like you’re living in someone else’s house.
But at least, you now have more privacy.
Well, if he hadn’t become a spider, he would have already railed you on every single surface of the house, but as long as he doesn’t know if he can contaminate you, he’s going to keep his hands away from you. And it’s only getting harder. He almost gave in two days ago, but he managed to remind himself that your safety matters more than his burning desires.
He doesn’t want to give you something that he can’t even understand. He would hate himself if it ever happened.
Once he reaches the house, he strips himself of the costume before hiding it in the lab. He puts on his white coat before sitting down. He believes today he might understand if whatever he has is contagious. He did some tests a couple of days ago, but he’ll only have the results today.
With eagerness, he scrolls through the latest batch of test results, his eyes darting across the data. He doesn’t mind being spiderman, if anything, he’s slowly come to accept it. The strength, the speed, the heightened senses... all of it feels right, like he was built for this.
Nevertheless, something deeply bothers him. He doesn’t know how to act around you anymore.
He clenches his jaw as the results load. It’s not the webs, the agility, or the wall-climbing that keeps him up at night. It’s you, asleep right next to him, and the fact that he can’t touch you the way he wants to. His whole body aches, not just from transformation, but from need. And it’s driving him insane.
He wants you—your skin, your scent, your warmth. He wants to be close again. Not just emotionally, but physically. To let you trace the lines of his new body, to show you the strength in his arms wasn’t just built for saving strangers, but for holding you close. For making you feel safe. Desired. Worshipped.
But he’s been pushing you away, hiding behind Sangmin’s death like a shield. And yes, he’s grieving. If he hadn’t changed, he knows he would’ve never left your side, not even for a minute. He would’ve held you until his chest caved in, until the pain became bearable simply because you were near. Now he doesn’t even know how to touch you without fearing what he might pass on.
Finally, the result appears. His breath catches.
Non-transmissible. Zero risk. Completely isolated to the host.
He stares at the results for a long time. Relief floods through him like a wave crashing down. His head drops into his hands, and for a second, he just sits there, letting the silence press against his skull.
It’s just him.
The weight begins to lift. Slowly.
And for the first time in almost two weeks, a small and sincere smile curves on his lips. Tonight, if you want him, he’ll show you every piece of himself he’s been keeping locked away. If you need softness, he’ll give you that. If you need intensity, he has enough to drown you in it.
But he won’t force anything. He knows he’s been distant. Cold, even. You’ve had every right to doubt him, and if you push him away tonight, he’ll understand.
Still, something in him stirs with purpose. He scans the data again, trying to make sense of the blood mutation. Something has changed far beyond what he expected. He didn’t just inherit the spider’s powers. His blood has evolved into something more. Stronger. Wiser. Singular.
But all of that means nothing if he can’t be whole with you. And tonight, maybe he can finally begin to feel human again, with you.
However, a couple of minutes later, all his hopes crash down. The name of your coworker appears on his screen, and his heart skips a beat. Hyunwoo has Jungkook’s number in case something happens to you. So, his mind goes over every possible case scenario as he sees the name.
Since you started investigating Sangmin’s death, he’s been worried about you. When someone wants to eliminate a person as wealthy as him, it’s for deep reasons. The killer wouldn’t hesitate to harm or even kill you to protect themselves.
“Hyunwoo,” Jungkook says when he picks up.
“Hi, Jungkook,” he responds.
“Something bad happened?” your boyfriend instantly asks.
“Yes,” he says. “Yn was arrested for the murder of Sangmin.”
You
Straight at the beginning of the investigation, you’ve requested the footage from every camera at Sangmin’s workplace and mansion for the week preceding his death. You needed to check from there if there was anything. A team was working on it while you were interrogating people, examining every single room he’d be in.
There has been nothing. Absolutely nothing.
After the forensic pathologist examined the body, it was confirmed that he had been poisoned with aconitine. It was difficult to identify the type of poison used, but after extensive research, he was able to find it.
Normally, Sangmin ingested it a couple of hours before his passing. Apparently, he only got the time to understand something was off before coming to your place.
You’ve also interrogated people, but nothing seems to explain why he was killed. For sure, money is the top reason, but there could be something you ignore.
For now, that’s really what you've got. That’s why the footage is extremely important. You’ll be able to target someone more easily. At least that’s what you hope for. Killers are not stupid. If they decide to poison someone, they’ve also been very careful not to get caught.
The second you enter the police station, your superior walks straight to you. Her face is harsh and very closed. She’s holding a pair of handcuffs in her hands. For a minute, you believe that someone behind you is about to get arrested, but there’s nobody behind you. So your eyes look at Hyunwoo, and he seems as clueless as you.
“Yn,” she begins. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Sangmin.”
Your eyes widen as she says out loud that you’re Sangmin’s killer. What the fuck is this? When did you on earth decide to kill the person your boyfriend adores? There’s absolutely no reason for you to kill him.
Instead of screaming and going wild, you decide to collaborate. The only way to discover why she’s arresting you is by cooperating. Resisting will only make things worse. She’s going to interrogate you, and obviously, she’ll show whatever things she has that incriminate you.
You show your hands to your superior, and she handcuffs them. Even though you’re not guilty, it sounds like you’re truly the killer.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.”
Even though you’ve pronounced those words more times than you can count, it’s weird to hear them being said to you. It makes you feel like shit.
“Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?”
“Yes, Captain Park,” you answer.
Now, you’re being escorted to the interrogation room under the eyes of your colleagues. You avoid looking at them to not see their facial expressions. You know it’ll destroy you if you do, and you’ll never be able again to look at them as you did before.
“Hyunwoo,” you call for your coworker. “Please call Jungkook.”
Wait, omg??? Another one from one of my fav authors on this app??? Omgg life has been so rocky for me lately, but your stories have always been an escape for me. Thank you for keeping up with a passion of yours. I truly look forward to them😭
p.s. I know this story technically isn't just being published, but still.
⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.
— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader
— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, angst, fluff, and smut
— rating: 18+
— all parts contain mature content & warnings listed in each part
➵ summary: the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.
➵ general warnings: cursing, graphic depictions of violence and death (tried to not make it too extreme), virus, knife and gun use, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and minor character deaths... more individual warnings will be included per chapter!
➵ taglist: comment or send me an ask to be added to the series taglist!! ♡
sypnosis. jungkook devoted his life to his lord. however, he's begun to believe your hand around his cock was a better way to live.
warnings. virgin!jungkook, sub!jungkook, soft dom!reader, experienced!reader, secret big dick koo, lots of petnames (bun, bunny, baby, honey, good boy), catholic guilt, corruption, religious topics, lots and lots of smut (MINORS DNI), handjob, dry humping, fingering, oral (fem + male receiving), titty sucking :p, mentions of masturbation, koo watches reader play w/ her poosy, protected sex, koo stutters a lot bc she is just so pretty and makes him nervous hehe >.<, koo and reader are both nineteen y/o, koo luvs her boobies, koos celeb crushes are megan fox & elizabeth olsen, reader has a crush on benedict cumberbatch (real as fuck), its 2023 but pretend spider-man no way home barely releases -_-, marvel nerd koo, spider-man, iron man, and doctor strange mentions OMFG MY MARVEL OBSESSION IS SHOWING.
word count. 10.6k (got a bit carried away oops)
notes. ITS HEREEEE! apologies for the long wait, but its here now. i had been wanting to write a fic like this ever since i read born sinner by 1kook (huge inspiration from them ... also i read that fic a year ago and i havent been the same since) and i am so so proud of the outcome. i am so excited to share this with you all, enjoy and let me know what you think ^_^
In all his nineteen years of living, Jungkook was faithful to three people. His mother, his father, and last but definitely not least – his Lord.
From a young age Jungkook was taught to always worship God, that he should always respect God's rules and expectations. To be a good boy.
Jungkook was about fourteen years old at the time when he got his first erection. He knew why this happened – those sexual education lessons they offered in school came in handy. He was embarrassed. He knew it was normal apparently. However, he couldn’t help but be repulsed with himself knowing the only reason why it happened was because when he was Skyping his friend on his computer, he accidentally glanced at the poster on his friends wall of Megan Fox in nothing but a bikini top.
Man, Jungkook! Have better self control!
So, he stayed up in his room the rest of that night. Made up an excuse that he was sick and he didn’t have the appetite to eat when Mom kept calling him downstairs for dinner. He remembered staring at the ceiling that night, laying in bed, reminding his Lord that this was normal and that he would never sin. His lower region throbbed. He winced, completely in pain, until his eyes shut and he fell unconsious. The next morning it was gone, leaving him with a wet stain on his pajama pants.
He’s gotten many erections since then, none of which he took care of though. He usually slept it off in hopes that they went away whenever he woke up.
Jeon Jungkook would never sin, and he never did.
Well… until now.
But oh, how he couldn’t help it. It felt so good. He never felt this much amount of pleasure in his life. There was no way he could pull away. He knew he should’ve, knew this was disgusting and his Lord would think of him as a disgrace. But god, the way your hand felt wrapped around him.
“____, p- please.” He whimpered, throwing his head back, palms gripping his bed sheets beneath him.
Surely you knew this was wrong? You took the same lessons as him and read the same scripture verses as him. And what ever happened to the sweet innocent you he met a few weeks ago? You were so pure when you two were around your and his parents, so he was quite confused. Jungkook didn’t want to believe it, but perhaps it was all an act? Mom and Dad approved of you the minute they met you. They introduced him to you at the church, and became great friends with your parents. They loved you so much, they would even talk about you at the dinner table. Praise you for being such a good girl and how you were so perfect for their Jungkookie.
The boy always blushed whenever the mere mention of you and him being a thing came across. Fantasies of him and you in the future popped up in his head — him asking for your hand in marriage, a wedding together, a family together.
Now if Mom and Dad walked into his bedroom and saw you sitting next to him with your fist around his cock, rapidly pumping away while you left small kisses on his neck — let’s just say they definitely wouldn’t approve of you after.
“Feels so good doesn’t it?”
It was such a shame, because you were so, so beautiful. You were the real devil. Disguised so gorgeously to corrupt and manipulate him into sinning with you. Unfortunately for him, it worked. He was fallen under your spell. And he was in it deeply.
“You should s- stop,” He says breathily, too immersed in pleasure to speak stably. “B- b- before they c-catch us.”
“I locked the door baby,” You reassured him, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “You should really trust me more.”
Maybe what you were doing was wrong. But the way Jungkook so easily submitted to you made you want to keep going. Besides, he said you should stop, not that he wanted you to. Of course if he didn’t like this, you’d stop immediately. You weren’t a monster. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but oh, was Jungkook loving this.
He was close, you could tell by the way he was gripping the sheets, the way you could see his abs flex beneath his shirt that was lifted up slightly, how he pushed his thighs against each other to keep himself from squirming uncontrollably. God, he had such a killer body. Jungkook was attractive. One of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. And it made it even more sexier that he didn’t even know how hot he was.
With your unoccupied hand, you pull the upper half of your dress down, just beneath your tits. “Touch me, bunny.”
Jungkook’s eyes are wide and practically out of their sockets as he stares at your chest. When a woman’s cleavage was exposed, he never dared look farther below a woman’s chin. One, because he was too polite and second, well he didn’t really trust himself to control his hard-ons.
Thus being said, he’s never actually seen a pair of boobs before. As he ogles at yours before him they look so soft and squishy, and he knew they came in all shapes and sizes but yours were stupidly big. Your small hand wraps around his wrist as you guide him towards one of your breasts. He awkwardly has his palm right against your nipple, but with a squeeze around his wrist you urge him to squeeze the fat in his ridiculously large hand.
As you pump his cock, more precum starts to ooze out of his painfully red tip as he kneads your breast in his hand. He likes this, and it shows.
“O- oh my- ah-“ He moans, whimpers coming from his sweet lips.
“Come on, baby. Let go for me.”
A crystal clear tear runs down his cheek, almost angelically. You kiss the salty fluid from his smooth skin, peppering his face with kisses until your lips find his, muffling his noises of filth. He cries, whimpers, and moans against your lips as he releases for the first time in your hand. You continue to fist his cock, milking him until he has nothing left to offer. He paints your entire hand white with his cum, the fluid spilling down your fingers and on his thighs.
Jungkook pulls away from your lips before he breaks out into an uncontrollable fit of sobs. You pull him in by the back of his neck to your chest, an attempt to muffle his sobs. His parents were still downstairs — you couldn’t have them hear him and wonder what you were doing to their poor little boy.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He cries.
You shush him, tell him everything’s going to be alright as you kiss his hair and knead your fingers through his soft locks, holding him tightly to your chest. He felt filthy, dirty and so, so sinful. You are so pretty — prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on.
But you are not an angel.
It’s been three days since his last encounter with you in his bedroom.
He reminisced on the way your soft hands felt against his warm skin when you cleaned him up. The way your soft lips felt against his before you said goodbye. And when you gave him one more kiss on the cheek and left his bedroom to make your way downstairs like nothing had happened.
It was now Sunday, and you were running late to the church according to your parents.
Your parents.
God, Jungkook could barely face them.
Had they known what you and Jungkook did in his bedroom that day they came over for dinner, they’d loathe him.
Jungkook is tense as shit. His clammy hands grip onto his cold drink in attempt to cool them off and he flinches at anyone who greets him, in fear that it was you sneaking up on him.
“You alright, Jungkook?” Mr. Jeon asks.
Jungkook jumps when he feels his fathers hand gripping his shoulder.
He gulps, “Y- yeah, it’s just… hot out here is all.”
Mr. Jeon’s brows narrow in a confused manner. Unlike the past few weeks, today was actually quite breezy. It was one of those days where you could sit outside and not sweat through your clothes. However, Mr. Jeon doesn’t bother Jungkook any further. He just nods before he walks off to talk to one of the families who normally attend the church.
Jungkook hated being here right now. It was unusual for him, he loved coming to church. But all he wanted to do at this very moment was to stay in his room all day and rot. He felt gross being around so many people after what he did with you yesterday. Especially your parents. Nonetheless, it seems like the Lord is not on his side at all today when he hears your silky voice just seconds later.
As much as he wants to hate you, wants to ignore you for the rest of his life and act like you didn’t mean a single thing to him.
He can’t.
Everything about you was so addicting, luring him into your cage and trapping him for life. As much as he tried to break through the barriers and escape, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. You were irresistible, extremely. And if he did break out of the cage, he’d just go back in for more.
“Ah, ____! Finally made it, huh?” Jungkook’s father exclaims, pulling you in for a hug.
“Sorry! Traffic was killer.” You apologize.
Jungkook’s breath hitches when he sees you. Your sundress was flowy in the wind, tight around your waist, suffocating your breasts causing them to spill from the top. Jungkook hiccups when that filthy memory of his hands squeezing your pillowy tits runs across his mind. He remembered he was in public. He shook his head, ridding himself of such dirty thoughts.
“Hey, you alright?”
Oh, there it was…
That soft, sultry voice of yours. You were a siren, captivating him, luring him into you. Everything about you; the sound of your voice, the softness of your skin, your scent.
“Y- yeah, I’m alright.” He stutters.
“Are you sure?” You ask, resting your hand against his broad chest. “Your dad said you’re not feeling well.”
Jungkook gulps down the lump in his throat. His breathing starts getting ragged, feeling a heavy weight on his chest, finding it immensely hard to catch his breath. He wants to cry, wants to sob. He feels dirty. So, so dirty. Not because of what you did to him yesterday, but because he liked it. He wants to feel it again. He wants more. So he can’t help it when he says;
“W- want you t- to touch me again.”
A glint appears in your eyes when he says this, like a child getting candy. You seriously were a devil disguised as an angel.
“You sure?”
With a mere nod from the boy, you take it as a green light. You grab his hand and lead him to a room. You don’t know what room this is, you really could give a fuck less at that. As long as the door was locked, no one could get in. You just wanted to touch your sweet boy.
“I missed you, bun. Touched myself thinking about you.” You tell him, walking towards him and backing him up into the desk behind him.
His cock twitches in his slacks at this. Had the Jungkook three years ago, find out a girl as beautiful as you was getting off because of him, he wouldn't have believed it.
“R- really?”
“Mhm,” You hum, biting your bottom lip. “You're so handsome, Jungkookie. Want you all to myself.”
“Thank you,” He blushes. “How did you- H-“
“How did I touch myself?” You finished for him.
“Yes.”
“Want me to show you?”
He nods.
You smirk, “Another time. I’m touching you today, okay?”
He nods again.
“Do you talk to other girls, Jungkookie?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His hands reluctantly rest on your hips, “N- no, just you.”
“Just me?” You repeat.
“Just you.”
“Good boy.” You say, before leaning forward and meeting his lips.
Jungkook has never kissed anyone besides you, so you’re quite surprised how quickly he picked up on moving his lips against yours so elegantly. You’ve kissed a lot of people, but Jungkook was the best. Usually with everyone else, they fought over dominance. Like a competition in who could kiss better. But with Jungkook he just followed your movements, went along with your lead.
Your kisses headed south, kissing his jaw, his neck, before you were kneeling down in front of him. Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat when you start unbuckling his belt.
“____,” He says breathily, “What if someone walks in?”
“No one’s going to come in, bun.” You reassure when you pull his pants down.
You trace the tent in his underwear with your fingers. He moans softly at this, hands resting on the desk behind him, “Has anyone ever put their mouth here, Jungkookie?”
You already knew the answer. Still you waited for the word, “No.”
That’s when you slipped your fingers beneath the band of his boxers and yanked them down, hard cock springing out of its confines.
“So big,” You coo.
You take him in your hand and begin to pump slowly, testing out the waters. He moans at the physical contact of your soft palm rubbing against his cock, hardening second after second. Beads of precum uncontrollably spill from his painfully, red tip.
“Can I be the first? To put my mouth here?” You ask.
Reluctantly, he nods, “Yes. O- only a little bit.”
Slowly, you lean in closer to his length, kitten licking the precum off his slit. He gasps sharply, hands gripping the desk. He looks down at you as you look up with seductively big eyes. He watches as his dick disappears in your mouth inch by inch. The feeling of your warm, wet tongue against his most sensitive spot has him moaning and squirming.
“____- we- ah! W- we shouldn’t be- ungh! Doing this!” He whines.
You pull him out of your mouth, replacing your lips with your hand. “Why not, baby? Hmm?”
“T- this is w- wrong! Oh!”
“Why is it wrong, hm? Nothing wrong with receiving a bit of pleasure, right? Let yourself feel good, okay baby? Can you enjoy it for me?”
He nods his head, “Mhm!”
You lean back in and continue sucking his cock, stroking the inches you can’t fit into your mouth. Your plushy lips sucking him in and giving him life.
“C- can I to- touch you?” He asks.
You nod your head, mouth too stuffed with his dick to speak.
He reaches his hand forward, placing his warm palm on the side of your face. His thumb rubs back and forth soothingly against the apple of your cheek.
Your hand felt so good the other day, but your mouth feels divine. He was receiving a whole new sensation he’s never felt before. The way your gummy cheeks felt wrapped around his shaft, the way your soft tongue felt against the underside of his cock, and how warm and wet your mouth was. It was heavenly.
With your unoccupied hand, you pull the straps and the upper half of your dress down, freeing your tits from their confines. Jungkook’s dick twitches in your mouth at the sight. He would never admit this out loud, but your breasts were one of his favorite parts of your body.
It’s when you reach your hand up, grab Jungkook’s in your own, and bring it down to grope one of your breasts, he cums. His warm, salty seed spilling onto your tongue as he moans and whimpers above you.
“O- oh! F- fuck! Oh my god!” He moans.
His eyes shut, body in pure bliss. He throws his head back, hands gripping the desk behind him for leverage. He felt euphoric, he loved this feeling. It was at this moment he felt so good he forgot about his Lord, forgot how guilty he should be feeling for having his cock in your mouth.
That was until the feeling was over, and he came to his senses. When he caught sight of the small cross hanging above the door, practically sitting there, staring at him in shame. Tears began to form in Jungkook’s wide doe eyes, and he erupted into a fit of sobs.
Once you swallowed his cum and looked up, you realized he was crying. You pulled his undergarments and pants up, tucking him back in, and in an immediate response you pulled his head into your chest.
“You did no wrong, Jungkook. You did so good for me.”
Still, Jungkook’s tears ran down his face. Guilt crawling out from the ground and pulling him under. He feels so dirty and nasty. He shakes with anxiety and regret, feels sick to his stomach. He knew no amount of your words would comfort him no matter how much you said them, because not only was what he was doing with you was wrong. It was that he continued to do it after the first time.
And how much he craved more and more of it.
Jungkook tried avoiding you.
He hated how dirty he felt. How dirty you made him. He wants to shout at you. Tell you how much he hates you. But as much as he desires that… he can’t.
Not when you sit next to him at the dinner table so elegantly and alluring, no wonder why his parents loved you so much. Another contributing factor why ignoring you was damn near impossible, was because his Mom and Dad invited you and your parents over for dinner every Saturday.
He can’t tell his parents why he doesn’t want to be near you anymore, that would mean telling them the truth. He couldn’t do that to his parents, they would absolutely disown him for blatantly disrespecting his Lord. They would tell him that he should know better and that he doesn’t deserve a life so good while sinning so poorly. So, he does nothing but endure it. Tell himself everythings going to be alright — even if you are the scariest thing he’s ever met.
After dinner, he expects you to be gone. Expects the weight on his shoulders to be lifted and that he doesn’t have to worry about you for the remainder of the night. But that doesn’t happen. Your parents aren’t ready to go home just yet just as much as Jungkook’s parents aren’t ready for them to leave. They bring the conversation to the living room, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
You two go up to his room, his parents pay no mind nor do yours. Because that’s how much his parents trust you. If only they saw you the way that Jungkook really saw you. The real you. They think you’re some angel who worships the Lord, devotes her whole life to him and doesn’t sin like a good girl shouldn’t. But you don’t. No matter how much you wear that cross on your neck and claim your religion, you don’t actually love the Lord.
It feels like the first time all over again. When you two were sitting just at the foot of his bed, your hand stroking his cock, your dress pulled down with your tits sitting out, and one of his hands grabbing the soft flesh.
Jungkook could just yell at you, tell you how sinful you are, tell you to get out of his room and rip that necklace off your neck because someone like you doesn't deserve to wear it.
But he doesn’t.
Despite how much he wants to hate you for what you’ve turned him into, despite it all, he hates that he doesn’t hate you. He likes you so much. He likes how you make his body feel when you touch him. How you take care of him like he’s so fragile. He loves to be taken care of by you.
The sound of the door locking brings him back to reality, because he knows what’s coming. Knows what’s up your sleeve when you walk towards him like some predator trying to catch its prey. Jungkook is terrified of you. Terrified how boldly you can just do the things you do and continue going to church, wear a cross, all with the lack of devotion you show to God.
He hates how degrading he speaks of you inside his head as if he isn’t just as bad as you are. Because for the past week all he can think about were those two times you made him cum. The unforgettable feeling of your soft hand and your warm mouth. How hard he tried to recreate the feeling many times in this very bed he was sitting on just now — it just wasn’t the same. He craved you. Craved that feeling again. He wanted you to do it again. To touch him again.
“What's going on inside that pretty head of yours, huh?”
Oh, how he loved your voice so much. It was so comforting. Your voice was just so sweet and gentle, it made him think why would he ever be scared of you?
“Oh, n- nothing.” He tries to brush off. Don’t give in.
“Oh come on, bunny. Talk to me.”
He didn’t want to give in. He knew where things would lead. He didn’t want to feel dirty later either. Didn’t want to stay up tonight begging the Lord for forgiveness, claim that he was still a good man and he was sacred despite the things he does with you. But then he thinks back to those two previous times, and god… he wants to feel good again.
“C- can you…” He ponders off. He shouldn’t say it.
“Tell me what you want, you know I’ll give you anything.”
So he gives in.
“Can you t- touch me?”
Who were you to disobey your sweet boy? Whatever he wanted, you wanted to give him all of it. You straddle him as you bring him into a heated kiss. He moans into your mouth, caught off guard.
He wants to touch you back, wants to put his hands on you the way you are him — but he doesn’t. It doesn’t matter if there isn’t a cross in his bedroom, because he knows God is watching nonetheless. He is everywhere. So his hands hover above your waist, they hesitate to touch you. He thinks if he doesn’t touch you, then he’ll feel less guilty.
You reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling his jeans down, just below his thighs, keeping his boxers on still. You position yourself to sit right on his cock. The thin cloth of your panties and his boxers prevents you from actually touching him. So close yet not close enough. But it’s alright, you’ll get to that point soon — this will do for now.
You grind your hips, clit rubbing against his hard shaft. Jungkook chokes out a sharp gasp, before stuttering out a moan. His eyes shut close in pleasure, head thrown back as his mouth is gaped open.
Continuously, your hips buck back and forth, emitting moans from the pure boy beneath you. Abruptly, you squeak out a small moan. Jungkook’s eyes open slowly, blinking a few times to clear his foggy vision. Then you let out another, and somehow Jungkook grows even harder. This was his first time hearing your sounds. Your sweet, captivating sounds. Just like listening to a song he liked for the first time, he wanted to replay it over and over again, listen to it for as long as he could. He couldn’t believe it. You were up there, so sinful, yet so beautiful. Usually, those two words didn’t belong together in a sentence. But if he had to describe you with words, those would be the only ones that came to mind.
He looks at your chest, because it is quite literally in his face. He wants to pull your dress down like you usually do, grab the soft fat of your tits like he did the first time you two were in here. But as distracting as your tits were, there was nothing that could deflect Jungkook’s attention away from that thin silver cross right above your chest. His breath hitches when he reaches a hand up and grabs the cross harshly, pulling you down with him.
“Wh- oh! Hey, be careful.”
He wants to tell you to shut up. You tell him to be careful with it as if you actually care about it. As if you would even care if it broke when you could easily just replace it with some other necklace that isn’t the sacred symbol.
“I can’t!” He cries. “He’s watching!”
“Hey, look at me.” You demand, throwing the cross around your neck so it’s out of Jungkook’s sight. “It’s just a necklace.”
“N- no! It’s… it’s not!”
How could you say such a thing? It wasn’t just a necklace — not to him. To him, it symbolized sacrifice and faith.
“It is. Why would he be watching us, huh? Lots of people do this Jungkook, okay? We are just a guy and girl trying to feel good, we’re not doing anything bad.”
Jungkook knew sex wasn’t a sin. After all, it was the way in which everyone was conceived. But it’s the fact that you and him aren’t married, let alone dating. You were just… friends? He was supposed to be doing these things in a few years when he was married. But how was he supposed to resist you when you had such a pretty face, a beautiful voice, and a nice pair of tits?
“That’s right, just keep your eyes on me okay?” You demand breathily. “Oh fuck.”
You and Jungkook stare at each other as your hips remain their movement at a steady pace. A smile makes its way on your lips as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth. Teasingly, you push the straps of your dress down, freeing your tits from their confines.
Jungkook looks at your breasts like they were a renaissance painting in a museum, suddenly forgetting all his worries about the cross. He looks at you for permission to touch, you nod your head in approval. A shaky hand reaches up, and grabs the soft fat. Then the other repeats the same actions.
“Put your mouth on it.” You suggest.
He looks up at you with those sparkly doe eyes. He removes his hands from your tits and rests them on your waist. He leans forward, eyes remaining on you. His warm tongue touches your nipple briefly. You push your chest closer to him, urging him on. He hesitantly but surely envelops his lips around one of your nipples. You feel his tongue swirl around the bud. He pulls back, trail of spit left behind, before he does the same to your other nipple.
A moan leaves your lips as your pussy starts to throb, aching for relief. You begin to buck your hips at a faster pace, feeling how hard he was against your clit. The friction feels divine along with Jungkook’s mouth around your sensitive bud he was lapping on.
“Oh god, baby! Gonna make me cum,”
Your breathing is ragged, you sound as if you just ran a mile. Wetness seeps through the thin cloth of your panties, thus wetting Jungkook's boxers. He whimpers and moans with his mouth full of your breast. You gently pull him off by his hair, enveloping his lips into a passionate kiss. You pull back, catching your breath.
“Cum with me, yeah? Please, Jungkook. Be good for me, baby.”
“Y- yeah, yeah I will. I want to be good for you.” He moans.
“Yeah you are,” You moan, “So good to me, bunny. My good boy. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
That tight feeling in your lower belly rises and rises, until it snaps. A shock of euphoria sends waves throughout your body as you feel Jungkook’s seed spill from his tip into his boxers. His warm cum soaks through the thin fabric, staining your underwear. You grasp and clutch onto him as your hips falter, slowing down their movements.
You and Jungkook both come down from your highs, heavy gasps and pants fill the room as you try to catch your breaths. The both of you stare at each other intensely, before you erupt into an endearing fit of giggles, bringing your face down to nudge his nose with yours.
Was he going to feel guilty about this later? Definitely.
Did that ever stop him? No, it didn’t.
The next Wednesday, his phone buzzed against his desk.
you [ 3:56 PM ]
hey :)
wanna hang out later?
Now Jungkook never expected you to actually want to hang out with him out of church or your parents. Nor did he expect you to actually text him. Sure you beckoned him for his phone, asking him if you could exchange numbers, but he wasn’t genuinely expecting any messages from you.
Do you like Jungkook? You don’t just hang out with people you meet at church just to be polite, right? There had to be some kind of attraction.
Jungkook on the other hand… he liked you. A lot. You were so pretty, so kind and gentle. He wants you all to himself. He wants to hold you in his arms and never let go. Wants to kiss you and hold your hand whenever he wants to. He wants to ask you to be his girlfriend. Take you on dates to the movie theater and feed you popcorn. He wants to go on picnics with you and lay his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.
He likes you so, so much. He thinks he has the courage to ask you out, tell you how much he likes you, and ask you to finally be his. But then he begins to think… what if he has the wrong idea? What if you’re just asking to hang out because you exclusively see him as a friend? Sure you’ve… done intimate things that couples usually do but that’s the thing. You and him weren’t a couple. What if you just did those things with him for your own pleasure? What if you didn’t see him the way that he saw you?
All these thoughts make him not want to respond to your text. Maybe even make up an excuse that he couldn’t hang tonight and that he was too busy catching up with school work. It’s when he hears the buzz go off again, phone vibrating against the table…
you [ 4:10 PM ]
heyyy answer me!
i miss u :(
Jungkook just can’t resist you no matter how much his mind told him to.
You suggested you two go somewhere quiet.
Somewhere most people wouldn’t go. You just wanted it to be you and him. You offer to drive his car, telling him you know a great spot. He trusts you. You two end up somewhere in the woods, a deck that leads to a large lake surrounded by trees. You brought cut up fruits, he feels bad that he didn’t bring anything. You reassure him it’s alright, you were just glad he was here.
You lead him to the end of the deck, sitting at the edge with your feet hanging above the water. He follows your lead, sits beside you, rolling his jeans up because his feet reach the water just a little.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”
He turns his head to look at you. You were looking straight ahead, admiring the view. It’s so beautiful — the trees, the lake, the sounds of the water moving, filling the quietness. Yet, the most beautiful thing out here was you.
“A friend brought me here first.” You say. “Ever since I’ve just come here when I wanted to… escape everything.”
“W- what do you mean… by that?” He asks timidly, in fear of crossing a boundary you probably weren’t comfortable going over just yet. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to pry.”
You finally look at him, wind blowing through your hair right on time. He stops breathing for a second. You are so pretty. Prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on — besides his mother, of course. You chuckle, flashing your beautiful smile at him. And god, he swears he could just faint from how gorgeous you look right now.
“You're so cute.” You say. He blushes, looking down at his lap. “You know I used to be just like you, Jungkook.” He perks, lifting his head back up. “Devoted and sacred. But sometimes religion isn’t for everyone. I felt more trapped instead of connected. Now I just… tolerate it for my Mom and Dad. I admire how loyal you are to him, Jungkook. I know how proud your parents are of you.”
Jungkook doesn’t know what to say, so he just stays silent. Hearing this, it made so much sense. Why you were how you were, how you treated his religion so carelessly. Jungkook knew everyone didn’t believe in God and that he couldn’t control everyone’s mindset. Still, he wasn’t trying to justify your evident disrespect towards the Lord. It was just very eye-opening.
“Here, try this,” You say, a pineapple cube wedged between your pointer finger and your thumb.
You hold it in front of his lips, gesturing for him to open his mouth. He does so, and you slot the piece of fruit in between his teeth. He chews onto the juicy fruit, watching your eyes watch his lips.
“Good?” You ask.
He nods, humming before he swallows.
“Let me try?”
His brows furrow.
Then he realizes what you mean when you lean forward and connect your lips with his. He feels your tongue slip inside of his mouth, licking his tongue. Your mouth is all over his, the two of you practically sucking faces. Finally, you pull away.
You hum, “Does taste good.”
You two begin to fall into a deep silence, and once again all you can hear is the water. Jungkook realizes there was only so much you two talked about. He knew you but did he know you? After all, you two never really talked when it wasn’t about church or when you guys were… doing… things.
“____?” He says before he can overthink and stop himself. Just say it, it’s the perfect time. Get it over with. Let your mouth do the talking instead of your mind.
“Yeah, bun?”
“D- do you…” He exhales, body raging with anxiety. Crap, now he’s really overthinking. Just blurt it out! “Do you like me?”
You let out a breathy laugh, looking straight ahead again. “And here I thought I was being too obvious.” You look back at him. “Of course I like you, bun. I like you so much that I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He thinks his pupils grow twice their size because he swears he just fell in love. Rejection was always one of Jungkook’s fears. That’s why he tried so hard in school, always did his best academically so he could get accepted into the college that he wanted. He never asked out girls because he knew he was way out of their league. That’s why he was so devoted to his Lord and he swore to never sin because he wanted to enter those pearly gates of Heaven.
“Can I k- kiss you?” He stutters, because for the first time in his life he asks a bold question. Because he knew you weren’t going to reject him.
“I would never say no to you.”
And that’s all the confirmation he needs before he leans in, softly connecting your lips once again. The kiss is more intimate than your usual kisses. There was no tongue, no saliva, no roughness — just your soft lips against his in a slow rhythm.
Your hands wander, slithering beneath his shirt. A shiver runs through his spine at the touch of your cold hands. He stops kissing you back, pulling away softly. He looks down, lost in thought. He liked you. So, so much. He hates that he claims that so proudly, while not making any effort to get to know you at all. Even when you put your hand down his pants, even when you touch his most intimate area, even when you touch his bare skin — he still doesn’t actually know you.
You notice him pushing away from you, you grow worried. This was the first time he was denying you. “Everything alright?” You ask.
Jungkook doesn’t answer. His head remains down, too apprehensive to look at you. You however, urge him on, removing your hands from his torso and grabbing his fiddling hands in yours.
“For this to work we have to communicate, bunny.”
He finally looks up. Your eyes were full of genuine concern, wondering what he was thinking about but more so alarmed you were crossing a boundary of his. It’s not that you weren’t used to being rejected. You weren’t used to his rejection.
“I- I…” He exhales, frustrated. Not with you. Nooo, he could never be upset with you. Not with your sparkly eyes and your beautiful lips. But with himself. It seems he could never spit things out when he wanted, no matter how much things bothered him. And you were right, for this to work communication was key. So how could he make things work with you if he couldn’t communicate all too well.
“Honey, hey,” You coo, reaching your hand up to tangle your digits in his hair. You brush his bangs back, exposing his forehead, causing him to look up at you. Those doe eyes you were so infatuated with. “It’s just you and me, okay? You can tell me anything. Anything you want.”
Jungkook always wondered why he was so captivated by you. Despite how pretty you were, you were the complete opposite of him — sinful, heedless, and erotic. He usually stayed away from people like you and people like you always stayed away from people like him. But it was moments like these when he realized. Realized how comforting you were. It was quite ironic — you did all the things he usually steered away from yet he couldn’t stay away from you. He felt partial without you.
“I think that… w- we should get to k- know each other… more.” He looks anywhere. Anywhere but you. “Before we… d- do other things.”
You nod. It was adorable, so adorable how he was so reluctant to tell you what he wanted to say as if it was something so brutal. You were honestly just relieved that you weren’t overstepping any of his limits. You weren’t familiar with this. With the idea of someone wanting to actually know you instead of your body — in college, that’s all many guys wanted. But you loved it.
“Of course,” You smile. “That sounds great.”
And so you two talked by the lake until the sun set and it began to get dark outside. Through this, you learned many things about Jungkook. You learned that his favorite color is black despite the lighter colors he usually wears. You learned that he was really into the Marvel movies and his favorite superhero was Iron Man alongside Spider-Man. Although only knowing him for about a month, you feel like with all this information you’ve known him for years. Maybe this was what you and Jungkook needed.
To get to know each other more.
The next three weeks, you and Jungkook spend your time together quite romantically.
It starts with the first date. The fair in town had finally opened up and Jungkook thought it was a great idea to go with you. Jungkook never really liked big crowds nor scary rides, but with you he enjoyed himself. You two fed each other cotton candy, shared a big red Icee (even though Jungkook was more of a blue raspberry kind of guy), and he even won you a plushie after winning the water gun game. You picked the small fluffy white bunny just to tease him, as bunny was one of the many nicknames you coined for him. It was when you two were on the ferris wheel Jungkook grows the courage and asks you;
“C- can I be your boyfriend?”
You tease him, “Finally.”
The rest of the night kisses are shared, laughing, and talking. And for the first time he could kiss and touch you without feeling any remorse.
Your second date was your idea; a picnic. You brought the food, he brought the drinks and the blanket. The park was quite empty, only a few people around, so it wasn’t hard to find a clear spot on the grass. Jungkook learned that you loved to bake when you explained to him the desserts you brought and how you made them — it was quite endearing how passionate you were about it. You two talk, snack, take pictures of each other, and lay down on the blanket, looking up at the sky and examining the clouds, pointing out what they were shaped like.
Days later, it was the big release of Spider-Man: No Way Home, everyone was talking about it. Jungkook was planning to take you to watch it with him, but you beat him to it when you surprised him with two tickets the day of release — this was your third date. You two shared an Icee once again (blue raspberry this time), a large bucket of popcorn, and Jungkook’s favorite sour gummy worms. Jungkook was ecstatic in his seat next to you. He gasped when the villains teased their entrances and grabbed your hand in shock when the other Spider-Man’s showed up on screen. On the ride home, he talked your ear off about how he knew Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield would show up in the movie but he wasn’t actually expecting them to. It was adorable really, you’d never seen him so enthusiastic about something.
Jungkook didn’t have friends — he usually kept to himself. He didn’t go to fairs, have picnics, or go to the movie theaters without his Dad. You taught him how to experience things he should be doing at his age.
You taught him how to live.
you [ 1:19 PM ]
movie night at mine later? :)
we can order take out and watch doctor strange!
jungkook 💗 [ 1:22 PM ]
Would love that :)
And why Doctor Strange? Lol
you [ 1:24 PM ]
because hes hot duh!
hey you have your little crush on elizabeth olsen
let me have mine with him 🙄🙄
jungkook 💗 [ 1:25 PM ]
Okay fair enough…
I’ll be there around 7!
you [ 1:26 PM ]
yayyy!
Jungkook has only been to your apartment two or three times.
But when he is here, you don’t have to bother telling him to tell him to take off his shoes, not put his feet on the coffee table when he sits on the couch, or make sure to put a coaster under his cup. He already does, this was his norm. Always so polite and well-mannered, his parents raised him so well.
You two sat on the floor in the living room, in front of the coffee table, eating the Chinese takeout you ordered. The movie played on your TV on the other side of the room while you both slurped on some chow mein and laughed at the movie. The couch gets occupied once you and Jungkook feel full. Both your arms wrapped around one of his, body leaning against his, and a throw blanket you purposely leave out here thrown on your laps, keeping you both warm.
It was simple. But no matter what you two were doing or where you were, Jungkook always had so much fun with you. As long as he was with you, he felt alive.
“If Benedict Cumberbatch saw me on the street, do you think he would ask for my number?” You ask, head resting against Jungkook’s shoulder.
“I- I don’t know.” Jungkook says.
You lift your head, looking up at him. “You don’t know? Is this your way of calling me unattractive?” You tease.
“N- no! You know I don’t think that. I just… I- I- I don’t really like thinking about another man asking you for your number.”
A smirk creeps onto your lips. “Jealous?”
Jungkook laughs, steering his attention away from you and looking forward to the TV.
“Don’t worry, bunny. I’m all yours.”
He didn’t like the sound of you calling yourself his like he owned you. Like you were a property. But it sounded good knowing you wanted to be his, to only be with him. He’s never had a relationship like this before. Or one at all at that.
You snuggle up against his arm, getting closer and closer. He loved when you were in his space, he loved when you touched him.
He stutters out your name without really thinking about it.
“Yeah, bun?”
He loves when you call him that. Or baby. Or honey. Every pet name you ever called him, he loved them all.
“Do you remember th- that time at the church when you… y-“
“When I…?” You urged.
“W- when y- you put your mouth…” He exhales, embarrassed. “D- down there.”
“Of course I remember. Why?”
He gulps. “You said s-something about… t- touching yourself. You asked me if I w- wanted you to show me.”
You hum in response, your stomach flutters in excitement. Sex wasn’t all you wanted from Jungkook, that’s not why you started going out with him. You enjoyed spending time with him even if you weren’t doing anything sexual. Whether it be like this, eating dinner together and watching a movie, or taking a nap together, or even cooking. You enjoyed every second you were with Jungkook.
It just excites you a little when he brings this up because you know exactly where it’s going even when you ask him why. You and Jungkook haven’t exactly been sexually active for almost a month. The only physical contact you two had were hugging, cuddling, and kissing.
“I- is now a good time to… ask you to show me?”
You turn the TV off before you lead Jungkook down the hall to your bedroom. Next thing you know you're laid out on the bed, Jungkook sitting in front of you. You lift your ass off the bed, pushing your shorts down your legs. Now, the only thing that covers your pussy is your black lace panties.
“Wanna take them off for me?”
His doe eyes are wide open, mouth gaped slightly. Drool was bound to spill out of his mouth any second now.
Shaky hands made their way towards you, still they hesitate to touch. Jungkook was so sweet, pure, and polite. The thinnest piece of fabric was covering you and he still asked permission to touch you.
You nod your head, granting him access.
His cold finger touches your warm skin, causing you to shiver slightly. He continues, hooks his finger under the lace, and pulls it down leisurely.
The cold air in the room brushes against your bare skin and your slick coated pussy. Jungkook can’t believe his eyes. He didn’t mean to stare so hard, but how could he not when he’s never seen a girls pussy in person before.
You spread your legs wider, giving him a full view of you. You weren’t conscious or insecure, it was only Jungkook. His stare didn’t scare you away either — only made you more confident. He was staring at your pussy as if he had unlocked a safe full of money.
“Wanna see how I touch myself now?”
He nods eagerly, causing you to chuckle softly.
You surprise him when you reach your hand down, rubbing at your clit with your middle and ring finger. He gasps, grabbing onto your knee.
“Hey, I’m okay,” You say, holding back a moan. “Feels good for me, don’t worry.”
Your mouth opens in a silent moan as you throw your head back, fingers rubbing your clit in circles. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off your pussy. He watches as the wetness leaks from your hole down to your ass. It’s beautiful, so beautiful how such a small part of you can create so much pleasure.
“C- can I try?” He asks.
You nod, fingers still remaining their movements. “Come here.”
He moves closer to you, hands on both of your knees. You don’t think he realizes, but he spreads your legs apart, eager to get at the source between them.
“Give me your hand.” You hold your hand out for him.
He puts his hand in yours, and you guide him.
“It’s easier to use your middle and pointer finger. Then you just…” You pull his hand down between your legs. “Rub.” His fingers touch your clit, slowly rubbing in circles like he saw you did a few seconds ago. You gasp, gripping onto his forearm.
“Just like that.” You moan. “Mmm, so good.”
The tiny bud full of nerves is wet and slimy against his fingers,
but he doesn’t mind. As long as it makes you feel good. He feels the way you grip harder and harder onto his arm, the way your chest heaves up and down, the sweet sounds you make getting more and more uncontrollable by the second.
“Ohh! Feels so good, baby. P- put your fingers inside, please.”
He stops rubbing at your clit, letting you grab his wrist and guide his fingers further down. You push his hand forward, letting his fingers slide into your hole so easily. You pull his hand in and out continuously, showing him the rhythm. He gets the gist of it, and starts fingering you all on his own. Squelching sounds of your wetness fill the room along with your soft moans and whimpers. Your cunt gushes all over his fingers, soaking his entire hand.
“Can I put my mouth there? L- like you did for me?”
“Yeah,” You smile. “Only a little bit.”
He removes his fingers, causing you to whine a little at the loss, before he shifts his body so he lies down on his stomach. His face is now inches away from your cunt. You sit the upper half of your body up, just so you can get a good look at him between your legs.
“Just put your mouth here,” You point to your clit. “And suck softly.”
He nods, understanding. He leans in, lips touching your sopping heat. He then slips his tongue out slightly, getting a taste of your juices. You taste so sweet. He didn’t know what he was expecting your pussy to taste like, but it wasn’t this.
He starts getting greedy, eating you out like you were his last meal. You just tasted so good he couldn’t control himself. His dick hardens in his sweats, but he pays no mind to it. This was about you. He wanted to make you feel good this time. Repay you for all the times you made him feel good.
“Oh, so good Jungkook. Mmm fuck!” You moan.
You reach your hand down, gripping softly onto his fluffy hair. You look down, watching him make out with your pussy. “So pretty, baby.”
He looks up at you, mouth still attached to your clit, as he moans in response.
“Put your fingers in.” You demand.
He moves a hand from your leg and fingers you slowly with his middle and ring, just like you taught him. Simultaneously, he sucks on your clit and fucks you with his fingers.
“Oooh yes, just like that baby. Yes, yes, yes, feels so good, oh my god!”
Jungkook continues his assault on your pussy, the vibrations of his moaning against your core send you through the wall. Your orgasm creeps onto you, stomach tightening.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Still, Jungkook doesn’t slow down. You’d think he’d shy away but he doesn’t. He only eats you out vigorously, trying to reach you to your orgasm.
Suddenly, a surge of pleasure runs through your body. You stutter out a few moans as your legs unconsciously try to close in on themselves, hugging Jungkook’s head that was still between your legs.
“O- ohh, baby n- no more, please.”
Jungkook immediately pulls away, sitting up.
His lips and chin are coated with your slick. His tongue slips out, licking his lips. He ate your pussy so sinfully (you wouldn’t say this to him though) and he still managed to look so innocent and cute. He wipes your juices off his chin with his hand, smiling at you.
“How’d I do?” He asks.
You chuckle, because of course he would ask that. “You did amazing. Surprised me there.”
“Really?”
“Really.” You confirm. “I’m still shaking.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He apologizes.
“No! No, in a good way.”
“Oh!” He chuckles, blushing. Looks like someone liked being praised. “You taste good.”
“Oh? Can I try?”
His brows furrow, confused. It’s when you lean forward, attaching your lips with his, does he realize you can taste your juices from his mouth. Just like the pineapple by the lake — he gets deja vu.
“Hm, you still taste better though.”
He smiles.
He shifts in his spot uncomfortably. That’s when you notice his hard on peeking through his sweats.
“Aw, honey,” You coo. “Come here, let me help you.”
“Y- you don’t have to. Seriously, it’ll just go away.”
“Nonsense. Please, let me take care of you. You made me feel so good, just wanna do the same for you.”
And so he lets you. He’d let you do anything to him.
“Actually, how about we try something different tonight?”
His brows furrow. You reach for your nightstand on the side of the bed, opening the drawer and grabbing something from it. You return, hiding it in your palm. You gesture for his hand, he gives it to you, then you lay the object on top of his palm.
A condom?
“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Jungkook. It’s just a suggestion.”
It’s random, but Jungkook tends to overthink. A lot. So, he thinks about what if his parents ever found out. How disappointed they’d be in him. Sure, they knew you two were dating and they were accepting of you. And not that your guys’ sex life was anybody's business but your own, but he expected as religious as the both of your parents are, premarital sex is forbidden. Had they found out, they probably wouldn’t allow him to see you ever again. He thinks about yours. How they’d most likely disown you.
You weren’t evil. But to them you definitely would be.
You kneel in front of him, hand on his thigh. Concern shines through your eyes. Oh, why did you have to be so nice and pretty? This all would’ve been so much easier if you were mean. You just had to be so irresistible.
How could he ever deny you now?
“Okay.” He mutters.
“Yes?” You ask again, just to be sure.
“Yes.” He confirms. “I- I wanna feel you.”
Then you're in his lap, mouth on his, hands on his neck. You’re everywhere. He can feel your bare pussy rubbing against his hard cock beneath his sweats. Your juices wetting his pants, leaving a stain. He was definitely going to have to wash them before he went back home.
“Can I take your shirt off?” You ask, lips against his.
He nods his head.
You grab his shirt by the hem, pulling it up. He raises his arms, letting you pull it off of him. It’s funny really, despite all you’ve never actually seen him shirtless. But oh, how this was a sight. You’ve gotten small glimpses of his abs before when his shirt has ridden up his torso a few times. And you’ve felt them that time by the lake when you put your hands under his shirt.
“You’re so beautiful, Jungkook.” You coo, running your hands from his hard chest down to his toned stomach. You reach for his shoulders and push him down gently. “Lay down for me, yeah?”
He complies, laying back, hand on your waist, looking up at you. Your hair was tousled and your lips were almost red from biting on them so much — Jungkook thought you were so, so beautiful up there.
Suddenly, you got off his lap, shifting down. You hook your fingers under the waistband of both his sweats and his boxers, looking up at him and asking him for consent through your eyes. He holds himself up by his elbows, looking down at you, nodding his head up and down.
You pull them down, slowly. Jungkook lets out a quiet sigh of relief when his raging hard cock springs out of its confines, finally free from its constraints. You ease the pain when you wrap your hand around his base, stroking him up and down slowly. He hisses in response, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes.
“Baby,” You call. He picks his head up, looking down at you once again. “Give me the condom, please.”
He lifts the upper half of his body, handing you the small foil packet before he leans back on his hands, watching you. You open the wrapper, pulling the lubricated condom out. Then you slide it onto Jungkook’s cock, causing him to gasp and squirm at the feeling.
“You okay?” You ask.
He hums, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
You shoot him a small smile as you wrap your hand around his shaft once again, and test the waters with a few strokes. You shift back up to his lap, pushing his shoulders down, making him lay back again.
“You ready?”
He nods.
You reach behind you, grabbing his cock. You slide his tip against your slit before you line it up with your entrance. You slowly sink into it, emitting a gasp from both you and the man beneath you.
Jungkook was big, this wasn’t new news. But it’s astonishing to actually feel him inside you for the first time. The girth stretches you out, a slight burn making you hiss in pain. You can feel the curve of his cock inside of you, along with the veins decorating his shaft against your gummy walls.
You reach for the hem of your tank top, pulling it off, before you unclasp your bra and throw it somewhere behind you. You grab Jungkook’s wrists, putting his hands on each of your breasts, urging him to squeeze the soft flesh.
“Can I move now?”
“Y- yes please.”
You then lift your hips before you sink back down again. Your movements repeat, yet your pace is still slow. The discomfort of the stretch turns into pleasure in seconds. Jungkook is extremely responsive, gasping and moaning already at such a steady pace. Your hands make their way to his broad chest, leaning your weight on him before your pace quickens. His hands leave your breasts, settling for your love handles instead.
“Ohhh, fuck baby! Cock’s s’big, stretching my pussy s’good! Mmm!” You slur. He feels you clench around him, emitting sweet grunty moans from him.
“F- f- feels s’good! I- I- Ah!” He moans, too immersed in pleasure to speak correctly.
You bend your body down, hips remaining their movements. Arms rest on each side of Jungkook’s head, leaning down to capture Jungkook’s lips in a passionate kiss. He moans into your mouth, kissing you back so filthy. Kissing you like he never has before.
At this moment, he isn't thinking about his parents or God. He’s thinking about you. How good you feel wrapped around him. How tight and warm you are. It feels so, so fucking good. He doesn’t want to think about anything else but this. And he doesn’t. There’s nothing running around in his head but this feeling. It makes him dizzy, makes him feel like he’s going crazy. He was so full of pleasure, tears began to fall from the side of his eyes.
His arms wrap around your waist, hugging your bare body against his. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, he feels you everywhere. You grind against him, chasing your orgasms. With every minute you clench more and more around him, getting him closer and closer. Your pussy is gushing wet, his cock glides in and out of you so easily.
“J- Jungkook,” You moan. “I love you. So much.”
Jungkook’s eyes shoot open. It catches him off guard. Now he’s not only focused on the pleasure, but at your confession as well. You weren’t having sex with him for pleasure. No, you were doing this out of love. He looks at you above him, some of your hairs framing your face wet from sweat, cheeks flushed red, and mouth open in silent moans. You looked so beautiful.
To be truthful, Jungkook has always known he’s reciprocated the feeling. From the day he met you, he just knew he wasn’t going to be able to stay away from you. And he could never be more correct about something in his life.
“I love you too, ____.” He moans. “I- Ungh! I’ve always loved you.”
You cry out a whiney moan, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, leaving small kisses. His skin was salty from the sweat, but you didn’t mind.
“I- I’m g- gonna-“ Jungkook announces.
“Come on, baby.” You urge. “You deserve it.”
And he releases. His seed fills up the condom inside of you seconds before you come down from your own release. Sweaty bodies remain in their position as the both of you try to catch your breaths, panting like dogs.
Jungkook is wasted, eyes refusing to open and body so limp you begin to think you killed him. His body glistens in sweat — he’s practically glowing. His raven hair is drenched, making him look as if he just got out of the shower. His chest heaves up and down, breathing heavily — the only evidence that he’s still alive. You get off of him, slipping his softening cock out of you. You take it in your own hands to slip the condom off of him, tie it up, and throw it out.
“Jungkook?” You call. No response. “Honey?”
He hums.
“You okay, bun?”
“Yeah,” He exhales. “Tired.”
You chuckle quietly. You let him rest as you go to the bathroom to do your business and grab a wet rag, going to clean him up. He sleeps naked in your bed that night, with you holding him, cuddled up together under the comforter.
It’s peculiar, Jungkook hadn’t cried about God nor said anything to you about the Lord himself. Changing Jungkook wasn’t your intention. To be so devoted to his religion and God was just a part of who he is and to grow up that way, it’s not something you can exactly change in the blink of an eye and you were aware of that. You just wish he didn’t feel such guilt about receiving pleasure — sex with your partner is completely normal.
But maybe things were changing. After all, you didn’t know what was in that head of his, what he was thinking about. But the constant cries of guilt that his Lord is watching and looking down at him in shame were turning into him crying out of pleasure instead. And he would touch you now whenever he wanted without asking for permission every second. Maybe you were wrong, but you sure as hell hoped that you weren’t.
Maybe now he could desire you without feeling so sinful.
This is such an amazing fic!! It's crazy because I've had similar thoughts like Jungkook and the reader 👀 . This was beautifully written and honestly consistent in how Jungkook feels about his religion and his own pleasures. Good job, writer!
pairing. handyman!jk x reader
genre. smut, fluff, friends to lovers
word count. 12k
warnings. jungkook’s love language is physical touch in case u were wondering!!, lots of kissing, fingering, too much teasing, multiple orgasms, jungkook might have a thing for overstimulation idk, unprotected sex, creampie hehe
summary. so what if jungkook had loosened your bathroom pipes and his friends loved to tease him about you and your friendship. all he could think about was why the hell you hadn’t text him to fix it yet.
note. our fav handyman is back!! hehe thank u guys for loving him so much, i really enjoy writing about these two cute dummies. pls let me know what u think, feel free to send some more thirst asks abt him bc i will def be writing more drabbles abt them now<3
The sun beats down on Jungkook’s skin, leaving it prickling with sweat as he finishes loading up his truck. The thin white wifebeater does nothing to protect him from the heat, but he was using it to his advantage. He was currently on a job in the hills, a rich older woman wanting some help with hanging large day beds under her porch—and she brought her friends along to observe.
Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He knew they weren’t interested in learning how to do this themselves. No, they were interested in the younger, tattooed and sweaty man grunting as he did it all himself. So he gave them a show, taking off his thicker shirt, revealing more of his body as he worked, raking his hands through his hair as he subtly flexed. He’d like to think it was an art.
It really did pay off though. They brought out lemonade for him and even gave him a hefty tip, all of them giggling when he winked and wished them a good day before leaving. He really knew how to milk it.
Okay! This two-parter is fucking amazing. It was so causal and the humor actually made me laugh;in other words, this feels soo real. Please give this series a try! It eased into them being just how is readers know they are so easily. This is good read.
Also, this is the second part, so make sure to read the first part attached at the top! Enjoy!
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.
When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper.
You had been marked for death.”
A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜
It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots.
You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile.
“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.”
It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more.
But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord.
Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had.
Listen, I'm not sure what I was expecting from this fic but, uh. THIS was/is GREAT! It's got a little hint of everything I like in there. The pacing is really good and world building was just right. If you wanna read this/give it a try, please do! You will not regret it!
→ Summary: Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.
→ Pairing: Yoongi x Succubus F. Reader
→ Word Count: 14,864
→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
→ Warnings: Buckle up bitches this list of warnings is going to exhaust even me. Overall creepiness, descriptions of liminal spaces, tons of mentions of subspace-like trances, Yoongi's mind is not always his own, unexplained happenings, Yoongi being manipulated subtly, written jump scares (like three of them?), nightmares, hallucinations, the cutest and also creepiest fucking little succubus you'll ever see, Succy (succubus reader) really likes Tokyo Ghoul that should be a hint, hints at eating raw meat (bleh), Yoongi turning against his friends, Yoongi feeling sick/depressed in a couple of scenes, Yoongi is literally addicted to eating reader out soiejijrghij, explicit sexual content including, spit play, nipple play, oral (f. and m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex in multiple positions, cum eating, switch dynamics between the two of them often, subspace mentions, fingering, ass play (m. receiving), just.... so many bodily fluids all the time, mentions of animal death (it is a cat and it's dead body is briefly described), a lot of confusion and pace changes as a style choice, Succy is literally obsessed with Yoongi so a lot of the pet name Kitty, very cringe behavior for some rando Yoongi met at a bar, ambiguous ending. I think that covers it idk this is almost 15k of pure nightmare fuel I will send you my therapists number alright
→ Type: One shot
→ Genre: Smut, Horror, Thriller
→ Main Masterlist: here
→ faq
A/N: If I have to write this authors note one more time because 'a wild tumbeast ate my fucking post I will scream. Do better Tumblr please stop eating my content over and over lmao. ANYWAY. SURPRISE THIS IS HERE A DAY EARLY. I have zero self control and @gimmethatagustd told me to post it now so I really said fuck it we ball. I didn't use a beta for this one because I'm insane but I did edit it myself.... so if you see errors..... no you didn't. This one was so much fun to write and I hope you all love Succy as much as I do. She deserves the world she is very... scary and cute.
HAPPY HALIWEEN!!!
Friday nights are spent blowing off steam from work with friends. Yoongi has always lived a simple life, and he likes his Fridays like this: second person to the bar after Taehyung, a quick shot of whisky to take the edge off the day, followed by a whiskey neat and some fries from the kitchen that will still be a little unthawed in the middle.
Yoongi loves his Fridays at Serendipity.
The name is a bit of a joke, Jimin says. He inherited the old, rundown bar under another name from his abusive father after he passed away. Mysterious circumstances, the long-term patrons mutter into darkened ale and frosted mugs. Still, they come despite Jimin flipping the name. It was the only thing Jimin could afford to flip, the floors still the same sticky concrete that collect vomit, spilled beer, whiskey, and perhaps a little piss.
It's an ugly thing, with the vinyl stool covers splitting open to reveal guts of yellow foam, and countertops that need another layer of lacquer to fight the chipping from heavy mugs being slammed down every time Seokjin gets into an argument with one of the regulars. Yoongi tries to avoid the bathroom as much as he can. Jimin spent two weeks cleaning it and stocking it with a nice care basket with sprays, cotton rounds, and other products, only to have someone puke in it on the first night.
Yoongi doesn’t care that Jimin named the bar as a bit of an inside joke. Yoongi knows in his heart of hearts when he sees you that this moment is serendipitous.
Because when Yoongi sees you for the first time, the world ends.
Not really. But it feels that way the moment he turns at the bar. Perhaps he’s meant to see you – or perhaps it was by your design. He tilts backward when the door opens, searching for any sign of Seokjin who said he would be there in a few minutes.
And there you are.
Lights dim. The world takes on a muted feeling, like the two of you exist between murky, brackish water with something lurking just beyond the clouded space that he can’t quite make out. The roaring voices of the bar fade softly into the background until it’s just a buzz of pressure between Yoongi’s ears - or maybe that’s not right. Maybe it’s the buzzing pressure of awareness pressing on his spine and eardrums.
It isn’t pleasant but it’s not… uncomfortable.
It’s impossible to look away from you. He tries - tries to remember where he is. A bar, perhaps? Not this weird, opaque space where the only thing he can make out is the rogue on your lips, a spark in your eye, and the way you walk forward. No. Walk isn’t the right word. Glide might be more appropriate, he thinks.
As you near him, Yoongi breathes in sharply. Something like cedar mixed with jasmine and amber makes his head spin. The world tilts and Yoongi begins to slide on its new axis until suddenly, the mist surrounding him shatters as his foot comes into contact with the ground, knee buckling under his weight as his hand flies to the bar to hold himself up.
He fell off of his stool.
Yoongi almost doesn’t believe it, except Taehyung is laughing so hard next to him that Yoongi flushes furiously. He slides back onto the stool, brows furrowed and head ducked down to hide his rapidly glowing red ears and face from you.
But then you speak, and Yoongi cannot fight the urge to look at you once more. It’s an instinct pulling him from blushing furiously in his lap to stare at you.
“Hi,” you murmur. Yoongi is a fish out of water, mouth parted slightly, heart racing. Jasmine. Cedar. Amber. It’s all he can smell. His head swims, mind foggy as he tries to string together words. “Is this seat next to you taken? It’s the only one empty.”
Is it? Yoongi can’t tear his eyes from you, but he could swear Old Ass Han had been sitting there before you walked in.
Old Ass Han is the least annoying of Jimin’s customers and sometimes Yoongi doesn’t mind when Old Ass Han rambles about his late wife. Yoongi has no idea how old Old Ass Han is, he just knows that he was ancient even when Yoongi studied as a high school student tucked in the far corner of the bar.
“Um, yes?” Yoongi says and it comes out like a question.
You grin at him and the world ends a second time.
Pleasure-laced fear shoots down his spine. Your teeth are white and straight, but he swears for a split second they were razor sharp. He shakes his head, dispelling a little of the floating feeling as he says, “Of course. Yes. Please sit.”
Yoongi holds his breath and averts his eyes as you slide onto the stool next to him.
It’s suddenly too loud in the bar, a cacophony of voices and chairs scraping against concrete. Yoongi can still smell you, making the world rotate awkwardly as he spins on his stool to find Taehyung staring at him, brows raise and barely concealing his laughter.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you fumble like that,” Taehyung murmurs. He loses control of his laughter and tries to hide it in his cup of cider. Yoongi flushes and angrily stares into his whiskey, hyperaware of you leaning on the bar to call the bartender’s attention. “I mean – she is – holy shit I never believed in faeries or witches before but there's no way she’s human.”
Yoongi opens and closes his mouth. He tries to find a response to Taehyung, but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and something tingles along every hair on his arm and neck, a sense of awareness as you lean on the bar, speaking to the bartender.
Again, your voice haunts Yoongi in a matter of seconds. He feels the need to turn and look at you again, but he doesn’t want to be weird. He’s already fallen off the stool once, and he doesn’t plan on further exacerbating his humiliation.
So, Yoongi remains facing Taehyung. Clutches his whiskey glass with shaking hands. Tries to take a breath – it comes out shaky – to calm himself. He has no idea what kind of delirium is threatening him every moment you’re next to him, but he wants to fight it - tries to fight it.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung’s brows twitch, mouth pouting. He ducks his head slightly, trying to find Yoongi’s gaze, but the older keeps his eyes fixed on the wood grain bar. Yoongi wants to look at you again. So bad. Wants to ask you your name. Wants to memorize the curves of your mouth. Wants to memorize every stroke of color in your eyes.
Want want want want.
A sudden throb pulses in Yoongi. He doesn’t know where it comes from, but he feels it bloom inside of him, unfurling with warm petals of want want want want.
The urge to turn and look at you gets stronger.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck –
Yoongi grits his teeth. Feels pressure at the back of his head, like there are featherlight fingers pressing into the base of his skull to urge him to turn around and look at you again. His muscles constrict and he feels himself start to turn, hips beginning to swivel in your direction, arms rigidly placed on the bar as if to fight his lower half.
When he doesn’t turn to look at you, Yoongi swears he imagines the light press of fingers turning into a steel grip. His eyes start to water and he clenches his teeth, feeling an immovable force on him pulling, dragging, tearing - and he lets out a small gasp, the grip on him so strong that he -
“Yoongi,” Taehyung says again, voice firmer. Yoongi looks up this time, eyes soft and round, face flushed. There’s a little sweat collected on his brow, and Yoongi feels a dull throb at the back of his head like a fading migraine. “What’s wrong?”
“Um-“ he cuts himself off and clears his throat. The pressure on his head is gone, but the menthol-cool, awareness of you is not. “Maybe too much to drink? It’s been a stressful week, I think I knocked these back too quickly.
“You do look sort of flushed.” Taehyung raises his brows. “Maybe water?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Water, please.”
Taehyung asks for water when the bartender returns with your drink. Yoongi doesn’t look at you, though he can see from the corner of his eye you’re looking at him. He grits his teeth and stares at the mismatched, colored bottles behind the bar. None of its top-shelf – Jimin certainly cannot afford it – but it doesn’t need to be.
A glass of water appears in front of Yoongi in time for Seokjin’s arrival. The pressure in Yoongi’s skull doesn’t return, and the tingling along his nerves like an electric current dies down a little. He still feels shaken as he sips the water, freeing up the dry feeling on his tongue.
Seokjin nestles between Yoongi and Taehyung, ordering himself a drink. Jimin appears around the bar this time, finally done with his bookkeeping in the back, and slides a beer over to Seokjin. Yoongi watches the way Jimin smiles at them before his attention falters and slides to you sitting next to Yoongi, making Jimin blink rapidly a few times.
Irrational irritation flares in Yoongi for a split second. Though his attention is on his friend and watching Jimin reacts to you sitting in Old Ass Han’s place, it occurs to Yoongi that he doesn’t want anyone else to compete with him.
Not that he stands a chance. But for once in his life, Yoongi wouldn’t mind being the one to take someone home. Why can’t it be him? He saw you first. You’re sitting next to him.
Just as Jimin’s eyes glitter, turning to half-moons as he smiles at you, Yoongi spins in the chair, giving you his full attention. Your eyes turn to meet his and Yoongi is falling into them, no end in sight.
“Hi again,” you greet, voice velvet. “You have pretty eyes.”
“All right, hyung,” Jimin murmurs. Yoongi isn’t looking at Jimin, but he can hear the smirk in his voice as Jimin retreats to their friends.
“Thanks,” Yoongi murmurs. He allows himself to drink you in. His head begins to buzz like he’s had too much whiskey, his tongue heavy and cotton-fuzzed in his mouth. “You have a pretty… everything.”
You have to know how beautiful you are. A deity beneath silk-smooth skin. But you duck your head, a shy giggle leaving your lips. You have the decency to look shy, averting your eyes, lip tucked between teeth.
Perhaps later Yoongi will be embarrassed by the honesty. But right now, it’s all he can do to keep his heart rate normal. You are incredible to look at. Taehyung was right – perhaps not human.
An unnatural glow hums under your skin. Your eyes are vivid, drinking him in with a spark that Yoongi swears echoes a deep flame in the pit of his stomach. He wrestles with himself, his hands fighting a magnetic pull to reach over and brush his fingers across the canvas of your skin.
Yoongi won’t be able to stop if he touches you. His thoughts repulse him – you’re a stranger. Someone he doesn’t know. Someone his mind is begging to violate. He fists his pants, flexing the muscles of his hands and willing the strange pull toward you to go away.
He doesn’t even know your name and Yoongi feels like Pandora, watching you with coveted desire and shaking, greedy hands. Fuck he wants to pry you open and see what treasure lurks beneath the surface.
“What’s your name?” You ask him. You stir a beverage straw in your drink – an Old Fashioned. His lips twitch in a smile at your taste in drinks as he offers you his name. “Yoongi,” you repeat back. The way his name melts in your mouth like sugar entices him. “Cute. You’re cute.”
Yoongi flashes you a shy smile, echoing yours. You share a laugh, his rough and scratchy as he chews the inside of his cheek nervously, yours light and floating. It echoes in his ears and Yoongi loses his sense of self, thoughts drug-laced with only you.
And then your lips are on him and once again, Yoongi swears the world around him has fallen to destruction.
It’s hard to remember the order of events. Yoongi doesn’t care. Your mouth is sugar-sweet and hungry, licking into Yoongi’s open-mouthed kisses as he presses you against something firm. He wants to melt into you, your skin like fire under his seeking hands, your breath delicate and soft against the empty air of what he thinks is his apartment as his lips attached to your neck.
Even your skin tastes sugared. A delicacy for him. For his mouth only.
Mine. The word echoes across his mind, but not in is own voice.
You writhe underneath Yoongi’s hands. He squeezes the flesh of your lips, tongue snaking out to lick a broad stripe of skin up your neck. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging slightly, just enough to make him groan against your skin.
Yoongi is painfully hard. His cock throbs in his pants, the material restrictive and making the ache so much worse. He grinds his hips against yours, mouth sucking viciously at your collarbone, the top of your cleavage, anywhere he can taste you.
“Fuck,” you whisper, your head thudding against the wall behind you. Panting, you hike up one of your legs, wrapping it against his waist to pull him in tighter to you. Yoongi whines as you connect your mouths again, tongue and teeth, and spit as you grind against him. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Have me,” he mumbles sucking your tongue into his mouth. You moan, deep in your chest. He swears for a second it’s like a growl. Thinks nothing of it. Just pushes against you hard, cock pulsing. “Whatever you want.”
“Please.”
Yoongi never wants to hear you beg again. Or maybe he doesn’t want you to stop begging. He can’t make up his mind as he pulls you toward a room – his room. Yes, you’re both in his apartment. That’s his slate grey couch that you’re stumbling past and that’s his sheets that you fall backward against.
Licking his lips, Yoongi takes a moment to look down at you. You’re splayed out for him, unfurling in his sheets. He knows tomorrow morning they’ll still smell like you – jasmine, cedar, amber. You look divine, a flower unfolding delicate petals, open for him.
Only for him. Mine.
You wrap your legs around Yoongi, pulling him flush to the edge of the bed. You release him and press your feet to the bed, knees resting against his hips. You blink at him through fluttering lashes and starry eyes. He’s never seen anything like you. He never will again. He knows it.
“God damn you’re beautiful,” Yoongi murmurs, the words slipping through his lips, unrelenting.
The stars in your eyes vanish. Yoongi recoils, seeing the fathomless black threatening to eat him alive. He begins to pull away, terror shooting through his chest, sharp and angry. You squeeze your knees against his hips, nearly shattering him. Your mouth is a gash of red with rows and rows of black teeth, churning and churning.
“Don’t speak his name here,” you hiss, words slithering in layers of many different voices. “Never again.”
Yoongi blinks and you’re blushing as you look up at him, knees splayed like butterfly wings, open for him. Just for him. He smiles at the way you giggle and hide behind a hand. “You’re so sweet.”
“You are beautiful. I swear it.”
“Touch me.” Your voice drips honey-sweet on his senses. “I want to feel you, Yoongi. Please.”
There is a prickling sensation like fear at the base of his spine but Yoongi can’t remember why as he smiles at you lazily, dipping down between your legs. He props himself above you, hands planted on the mattress on either side of your head to cage you in.
“Ask me again.”
“Please. Please please please-“
Yoongi swallows your begging tongue first, delving into your luscious mouth.
It’s been a long time since he’s been in his room like this with a partner, much less with someone who looks the way you do, but Yoongi’s hands are confident as they sweep up your sides, pulling the fabric of your shirt up with his hands as they go. You lean upward, letting him pull it off you before it flies from his hand somewhere in the room.
The lights are off in his room, but a silver shaft of moonlight spills through the window to paint you silver. Your eyes reflect the light as you drink him in, his hands brushing up your arms, warming your skin as he traces them to your tits, palming them generously over your bra.
A sigh escapes through your parted lips, red lipstick smeared artfully from the clash of mouths and tongues. He dips back down, tongue hungry for your sugar-warm taste and the liquid heat of your mouth.
Yoongi is dizzy. He’s a little off balance as he breathes you in. Your fingers pull through the strands of his hair, hips canting upward as he reaches around to unclasp your bra, peeling the unwanted layer from you.
Heated, shameless eyes meet his. You tilt your chest toward him, eager for his mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat, placing wet kisses over the tops of your breasts, more tongue and spit than lips, leaving a slick trail to your right nipple. Yoongi’s mouth is possessive, sucking your pert but between his lips and flicking it lightly with his tongue, looking up where your lips part in the moonlight to let out a soft moan.
It spurs him further, plucking your nipple with his teeth, pulling any sound he can from you. He gets a loud whine then and you wiggle your hips under the weight of where his waist is pressed into yours. Grinning, Yoongi repeats the motion, giving a generous suck before pulling away with his teeth, gentling scrapping your peak.
“Fuck,” you whisper. “Feels so good.”
Yoongi trails chaste kisses from one nipple to the other, giving it the same attention. He snakes a hand down your body, fingers dancing across heated skin to pull at the zipper on your jeans. His hands tremble, making it difficult to free the first button.
Reluctantly, Yoongi pulls his mouth away from your breast, a glossy strand of spit connecting his mouth to your swollen skin as he looks down, using both hands to pop the button on your pants and tug violently at them.
“These jeans are the fucking devil.”
“Yes,” you murmur, so quietly that he can barely hear you. He gets them to your ankle, yanking one more time and tossing them. He loses your hushed words in the rustle of clothes hitting the floor when you whisper, “I am.”
“Hmm?” he asks.
You silence his question by pulling his shirt over his head, leaning to capture his exposed chest with your tongue and teeth. Yoongi stands between your legs, head falling tilting toward the heavens at the worship of your mouth.
Deep groans leave his mouth. You bite more than you kiss, but Yoongi likes the way your mouth leaves a trail of little teeth marks, your mouth pinching his flesh before your tongue soothes it. You have him trembling, nearly making him double over as your hand presses over his clothed cock firmly, applying the pressure he needs.
It’s not enough.
Every part of Yoongi feels exposed. Even half dressed, the world is brushing against him raw, every touch of your hands like pleasure and torture, every fan of your breath like the coldest breeze on a hot summer day.
None of the sensations make sense but he feels high – higher than that time he and Jimin took shrooms at that one festival in college where the lights had whispered secrets of the forest to Yoongi and where he had tasted something beyond what he could describe.
But under your carnal touch, Yoongi knows that is nothing compared to this. Nothing compares to the way you work his jeans down to his midthigh, too impatient for him to kick out of them before you’re dipping a hand in his briefs and taking his cock into your hand.
“Holy fuck,” Yoongi gasps, nearly toppling backward. Your grip is firm, strokes deft and confident and oh my god he might come like this.
You lean up to teeth at the pulse point of his neck as your tongue darts out to take a firm lick. “There is nothing holy about me, Min Yoongi,” you murmur against his neck. He shivers, eyes rolling behind closed lids as you speak. He can feel the trace of your incisors, sharper than he remembers against his skin.
Stars dance behind his eyes. You pull your hand away from his cock, making him protest. You hush him with a bite against his shoulder, sharp enough that he thinks you break skin. He doesn’t open his eyes, letting his world sweep from under his feet as you turn him and knock him onto the bed.
When the feeling of spinning stops a little, he blinks his eyes open to help you peel his clothes the rest of the way off. You’re fully naked and Yoongi doesn’t know where to keep his eyes. The swells of your breasts, marked with bite marks and spit from his mouth, the curves of your stomach and waist as you climb atop him, predatory and eager, or the glistening slick of your thighs where you’re dripping for him.
“Come here,” he demands. He’s dying to have you on his tongue, knows you’ll taste saccharine. He grabs your thighs harder than necessary, zeroing in on your pussy as he pulls you toward his mouth. “Wanna fucking taste. Bet you’re fucking delicious.”
You hum in delight, a lethal smile on your face as you crawl up to where he wants you, knees firmly on either side of his head. Yoongi lets out an appreciative noise. Your cunt is sticky and glossy for him, the perfect meal.
With gentle fingers, he parts your folds gently to reveal your slick, clenching hole and needy clit. Yoongi is eager, a finger trailing up and down your warm slit as he lets out a moan.
“Fucking wet,” he whispers before leaning up for a long, slow lick.
Stars explode behind his eyes. He hums in delight, shivering at the taste of you, heady on his tongue. He repeats the motion a few times, flattening his tongue for a slow-drag, appreciative lick up your cunt. He feels the way you drip into his mouth, spill on his chin and he can’t help but curse, at how addictive this feels.
You moan when he dips his tongue into your entrance, gathering your essence on the tip of his tongue before he drags it soft-slow up to your clit, circling your bundle of nerves lazily. Yoongi pulls your clit into his mouth with gentle lips, feeling the way it pulses as he sucks gently.
The sounds you make above him spur him further. He alternates between sucking your clit delicately and butterfly-soft tongue flutters, watching your mouth go slack as you watch him. The more you drip into his eager mouth, the greedier Yoongi gets, fastening his entire mouth on you and sucking harshly.
It becomes sloppy and imprecise. Yoongi can’t decide where he wants his mouth most. He can’t remember ever feeling this lightheaded from oral, much less giving. But he’s starstruck under you, sucking and sucking and sucking – fuck he doesn’t know if he’s even taking breaths.
“Feels so fucking good,” you whisper, a hand going to knot in his hair. His scalp tingles pleasantly where you hold onto him, his eyes fluttering shut. Your hips move slowly over his face. “Fuck keep going.”
Pride swells in his chest. Your voice is airy, breaths short and stilted and overwhelmed as he eats you vigorously. His fingers dimple your skin, pressing into the meat of your ass as he rocks you on his tongue, jaw slack, tongue flat for you to let you fuck yourself on his face the way you want.
Yoongi feels you drip down his face, hears the wet-smack of his mouth against your cunt. He moans. Buries his face further, letting you grind yourself on his nose, chin, mouth lips, anything. He doesn’t care, sticky-coated to the jaw, so fucked out from pleasing you that he almost blacks out when you cum.
Something happens.
He doesn’t know how to describe it – it’s like for a moment, everything goes dark. Perhaps he does blackout. Perhaps he wasn’t breathing. He can’t remember. All he knows is that between one heartbeat and the next, there’s a moment of pure darkness accompanied by a laugh that chills his spine.
And then your mouth is on him, spit and cum making the glide of your mouths sticky-sweet.
Yoongi sucks your tongue into his mouth, pressing his fingers gently to the back of your head, pulling you closer closer closer. He just wants you closer, his stomach burning with a sudden hunger for you. He feels on fire, skin too-warm where your chest slides against his, sweaty and flushed.
Sheets stick to every part of him. He’s aware of the sweat that slides down his neck, a cool finger of relief as you press him further and further into the mattress. He feels like he’s sinking, entering a new domain where he’s no longer in his room – he's just with you. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Your fingers claw at his hair, pulling the strands to pin him to the mattress as you lift yourself, looking down at Yoongi. He blinks, stars in his eyes as he starts up at you, looming. Glowing. Beautiful. His hands are on your hips, a sparking current humming just beneath the surface of your skin.
You feel alive and vibrant.
A moan escapes Yoongi’s mouth, pleasure rolling through him as you grind your cunt on his throbbing cock, warm and wet. His eyes flutter, Yoongi squirming under you, legs kicking and twitching as you tease him. Just the glide of you on his shaft makes him shiver, the pit of his stomach clenching.
“Please,” Yoongi rasps. His fingers dig into your hips, begging. Pleading. Desperate. “Please please please please.”
“You look so pretty when you beg.” Your grinding increases and the room spins. His hands fall from your hips to the sheets, fingers fisted tightly in the fabric. “You’re so beautiful, Yoongi. My Yoongi. Mine. Mine mine mine.”
Your words are lost on him. There’s only the firm touch of your hand against his cock, gripped tight at the base as you lift yourself. He feels his cockhead catch on your swollen entrance and he lets out a strangled noise. He doesn’t know if he can stop himself from cumming. He is bursting at the seams with heat, an inferno so intense he swears that the world catches fire as you slide down his cock, warm and tight.
“Shiiit,” Yoongi hisses. He takes a deep breath and holds it, hips twitching where you straddle his waist, letting him suffer beneath you.
“Feels good.” You lean forward, hands pressed to his chest to support your weight. Yoongi’s eyes flutter open. He blinks at you through wet lashes. The room is so dark he can only make out the barest features on your face, but he sees your eyes clearly. Looking at him. Watching. Hungry. “So good,” you repeat. “So fucking deep.”
Nails bite into the skin of his chest. He feels his skin smart. The hot bead of blood that forms. He doesn’t care, watching as slowly, you lift your hips, your walls hugging every inch of Yoongi. He lets out a shaky breath, hands settling on your waist. He plants his feet in the bed, angling himself better as you reach the tip of his cock before sinking back down.
Heaven and hell. Yoongi wavers between both, gritting his teeth to keep from coming, to keep the feeling of you gripping him tight going. He doesn’t want it to end, it feels so good but it’s wonderful agony, fighting the curl in his stomach, the twitching of his abs, the threat of exploding.
Yoongi's eyes are drawn to where you fuck yourself on him, sticky arousal turning silver in the single shaft of moonlight that spills across the bed where you’re joined. He can’t look away, entranced by the wet smack of your ass on his thighs, the way you just fucking take him.
It lights a fire in him more intensely than the solar flare that threatens to send him spinning into his orgasm. Yoongi growls, digging his nails into your skin, half-moons on smooth flesh as he grits his teeth and fucks up into you. You gasp, nails raking down his chest as he jostles you. His breath comes out as stilted hisses behind clenched teeth.
“Touch yourself for me,” he grits out. “Wanna feel you come all over me – please.”
“Gonna,” you pant, head falling to his chest, claws leaving pink lines on pale flesh. You slide one hand down his body, making him groan as he fucks you with abandon. You gasp, hand working your clit between your writhing bodies. “Gonna come.”
“Please - for me.” He thrusts hard, thighs trembling with the effort, holding his breath as his muscles squeeze. He can feel you tense, pussy clenching so tight he curses and stops, letting you pulse around him as you moan and an unintelligible string of curses that sounds... like another language. “Fuck, just like that.”
Yoongi feels himself come apart. His universe shatters and he floats among the stars. Weightless. Happy. Tired. He feels nothing and everything, a soft frequency of... something dancing along his skin. A soft buzz. Pleasant and warm.
He doesn’t know how long he exists in that space. He can still smell notes of cedar, jasmine and amber. It's stronger now, with a touch of something else... something burning. He leans into the smell and it wraps around him, soft hands around his middle and petal-soft lips against his cheek.
Yoongi becomes vaguely aware that it’s you curled into his side, nose hidden in his neck, chest rising and falling against his arm. It grounds him a little. Brings him back into a dark room that is too obscure to be sure it’s his bedroom at all.
As he drifts off into sleep, he remembers the feeling of your tongue against his neck and nothing more.
-
Cedar. Jasmine. Amber.
It wakes Yoongi up. His stomach feels empty. His hands seek your warmth, palming your ass, pulling your hips flush to his. He doesn’t open his eyes, content to feel your heat. Again, something like electricity thrums under your skin, tickling his wandering hands.
Your mouth catches his. Pulls him further from sleep. He feels his skin ache from your teeth and nails the night before. Feels the weight of something inside of him that wasn’t there before, although he cannot put into words what it is.
Even in the morning, your mouth is sweet. Gluttonous. You suck his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling softly followed by a light giggle. He smiles into the next kiss, sloppy and filled with too much tongue but he lets you taste him.
Yoongi swears there is an echo of your taste from the night before. It’s enough to kickstart desire in him, detaching his mouth to plant kisses down your neck. Chest. Stomach. His tongue licks a trail down your velvet skin.
In a shuffle of sheets and skin, you lay back for him, pliant. He’s awake now, pressing your thighs open, teeth nipping the tender flesh. You giggle and the sound makes him pause, lips pressed to your leg, eyes looking up at you in the dim light of the morning. Or night. It’s hard to tell what time it is, here with you in this bed.
Glowing eyes look at him. Round. Soft. Curious. You watch Yoongi with rapt attention, lip pulled between your teeth. Spread. Eager. Ethereal.
Yoongi drops his gaze, groaning when he sees how fucking wet you are. He pulls you closer, sliding a hand under your ass to provide support. Curious, he brushes his thumb up and down your folds, collecting your essence as he does.
“So swollen and wet,” he mumbles, morning voice deep and scratchy. “You’re always so ready to be eaten, hmm?”
You nod. “Please, Kitty.”
The new nickname makes him pause, thumb resting on your clit. He can almost feel your cunt throb under the pad of his finger as he applies a little pressure, watching you whine and kick your legs a bit. He grins.
“Kitty?” he asks as he resumes playing with you. His thumb dips into your hole, ring of muscles clenching around him. His grin spreads as he pulls it away, watching you fight with the loss.
He hums, dipping his head forward to give you a single kitten lick. He shuts his eyes and sighs heavily, your taste heavy on his tongue. You taste just as good as the night before. “Cute,” he murmurs, more to himself. “I like it, baby.”
Yoongi doesn’t wait for a response. He presses in, tongue lapping at you hungrily, refusing to let you drip without his mouth for another moment.
-
Greedy.
You’re greedy. You always are. Yoongi isn’t sure what day it is. It might be the same night as when he brought you home or it could be the weekend or it could be next week. He somewhat remembers the taste of a meal. Some cool water. But he doesn’t recall when he made it or when he showered.
He only knows he showered because he smelled the mint soap on your skin a few moments ago when you had your mouth attached to his throat.
Now, your mouth swallows his cock whole, throat pulsing around him. He curses, fingers twisting in your hair as he listens to you choke. Feels your drool dripping down his thighs. You relent, pulling back with a slick sound. He looks down at you between half-moon eyes, lashes fluttering.
You’re a vision: bruised lips smeared in spit and cum, chin covered in slick, watery, round eyes that blink up at him, innocent despite the fact that you rub the flushed tip of his cock against your abused mouth.
“Fuck,” he swears, watching your devilish tongue snake out to lap at his red tip. “Fucking cock hungry, huh?”
You nod your head, trailing your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, taking time to suck slopping kisses to his skin. He can’t look away, even as you pump him lazily with your small hand, ravenous little mouth sucking coyly at his balls.
His fist tights in your hair. You look up, tears spilling over rounded cheeks. You look angelic at that moment, weeping before him. He nearly busts right there.
“Does Kitty like when I do that?” You ask softly, voice almost a whisper. Your voice changes, he’s noticed. Sometimes coming out dark velvet, other times tangerine-sweet. “Am I a good girl, Kitty?”
You always call him that. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but with a mouth full of his precum and neck covered in his teeth marks, Yoongi thinks you can call him whatever the fuck you want. He’s never seen a creature so drunk off fucking him before and he’s no better. All he wants to do is fucking live in you.
“Such a good girl,” Yoongi promises. He holds your head with one hand and your chin with the other, pulling your bottom lip down with one thumb. His touch is soft and reverent. You preen for him, smiling around his thumb as he slips it in your mouth and presses on your tongue. Feels the spit and god knows what else there. “Come on, baby. Suck.”
And you do. Yoongi’s eyes roll back in his head. He falls backward on his bed and it feels like he has passed through a portal to somewhere else. He floats. All he knows is your mouth, unforgiving. Your tongue, sinful.
And when Yoongi comes down your throat, and when you pull off of him and smile at him with the slow drip of it, Yoongi feels like he’s in fucking heaven.
-
Monday he calls out of work.
Crunching numbers at an accounting firm seems like hell in comparison to where he is now. You’re bent over the kitchen counter, drooling on the granite as he slowly drags his cock through your drenched heat. He ignores the spilled glass of water next to you. Instead, he watches himself disappear deep into your cunt, collecting cream on the base of his cock every time he pulls out.
Yoongi senses you looking at him. You are, eyes intense and heavy. Your gaze shifts so often he can barely keep up – thinks maybe he imagines the way you go from soft, round-eyed sweetheart to a siren-eyed vixen.
It’s the vixen look at him now. And as though you can read his mind, you slick your tongue out of your mouth, bubble gum pink and eager, eyes dragging down to where he works himself in and out.
Yoongi pulls out slowly, running a finger along your arousal smeared along his shaft, and leans forward, thrusting in hard. You pant, tongue still out and eyes focused on his as Yoongi delicately places his cum-slick finger in your mouth. Presses your cream on your tongue.
Your lips close around his finger, tongue swirling around the digit as you shut your eyes and hollow your cheek, gently sucking your arousal until there’s nothing left.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers, in awe of you.
And you are. There’s nothing you won’t do for him. Nothing Yoongi won’t do for you. So he slams into you, deep deep deep, and grunts until you’re coming around him for what feels like the hundredth time since he’s met you.
-
Yoongi startles awake. He blinks away a dream that he immediately cannot remember. His skin is clammy and his sheets stick to him all over. He kicks them off, heart hammering as he jumps to his feet, trying to get away from the bed.
He doesn’t know why, but he feels danger near him with every slam of his heart.
For a few moments, he’s in total darkness. He can’t make out the shape of his dresser. Or the pile of clothes in the hamper. He can’t see any light filtering through the window. He knows there’s a streetlight out there – why isn’t the light streaming through his curtains?
Panic threatens to seize him. He takes a deep breath and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, rubbing fiercely. He opens them, bursts of starlight blinding him until they fade finally and he can see.
There’s a shadow in front of him, all razor teeth and red eyes.
Yoongi screams, flinching backward. He topples over and feels weightless like he’s falling through time and space. The moment of fear stretches out long – too long – and for a second he thinks he will die. His heart is beating too hard in his chest, his mind is screaming too loud, and the adrenaline threatens to crack him open and spill out on the floor.
He hits the curtain behind him and fists the fabric, ripping the entire rod and holders down backward as he goes. Streetlight pours into the room. He thrashes, blind and screaming among the now ruined curtains, the curtain rod, and drywall dust.
Yoongi frees himself, grabbing the rod to defend himself against the creature in a last-ditch effort to live.
Grey light saturates the room. There’s no shadow creature with teeth and red eyes. There’s just you in the middle of his bed, the reflection of the street light turning your doe-eyes to glowing coins. You’re in a t-shirt of his, soft and crinkled, hair messy. Lip trembling.
“Kitty?” Your voice is small. Almost childlike. “Kitty are you okay?”
The panic beat of his heart slows. He swallows down nausea and realizes his shaking, the remaining waves of adrenaline taking their toll. Yoongi lets go of the curtain rod and nods, pressing his head into the wall.
“I’m sorry,” he rasps. Throat dry. You move on the bed – more of a prowl – and you flick the lamp light on. Warmth rushes into the room and with it, relief. “Thank you.”
“What happened, Kitty?”
“A nightmare. I got up and … I don’t know. I thought I saw something.”
You sit on your knees. Hands in your lap, one palm splayed on your thigh, the other lifted toward him. Beckoning. Open. Warm. Safe. He peels himself from the wreckage by the window and walks toward you, feeling as though there is a string between you and him, tethering you to him. Reeling him in.
When Yoongi’s hand touches yours, exhaustion bleeds into him. Safe. He is safe. You smile and there are no razor teeth. Just kiss-stained lips as you shuffle backward, pulling Yoongi back into the bed.
“Come sleep, Kitty.”
“Okay.”
Carefully, he turns off the lamp. The streetlight floods his room now, but it’s comforting, the grey wash of the world enough that he can see anything creeping in the shadows.
Eventually, he falls back asleep with the slow drag of your hand back and forth across his forehead, and your mouth pressing gentle sucks to the side of his throat.
-
“Where are you going?”
Yoongi almost smiles at the pout on your face. You stand in his kitchen, brows pinched, mouth furious. You’re in another one of his shirts – there is nothing else for you to wear. His grin spreads as he comes around the counter, placing his messenger bag down.
Somehow you seem so much smaller in the daylight. Yoongi swears when you’re riding him in the early hours of the morning or when he has you on all fours fucking you deep into his mattress, you’re a force to be reckoned with. A fierce creature feeds on carnal pleasure only.
But now in the light of day, with your bottom lip jutting out and scowling brows, Yoongi thinks there is nothing more adorable. His perfect baby. You reach out, opening and closing your hands and he laughs.
“Work,” he answers gently, pulling you toward him. You don’t fight him. You never fight him. Yoongi is always your top priority – you’ve made that obvious. He smells the cedar. Jasmine. Amber. His head swims and for a moment, he forgot what you asked.
Moments like this with your skin touching, that high-frequency current that is unfamiliar but feels so good – Yoongi forgets himself. Every time he touches you, he’s somewhere else.
His phone rings and he remembers he’s supposed to leave. “I have work.”
Your scowl gets worse. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Whatever you want.”
“I want to be with you.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. When he pulls away, you’re almost snarling, gripping him like iron. He sighs and squeezes your hips for reassurance. “I’ll leave a little early, yeah? For you.”
“Do you promise?”
“Of course, I promise.” Your lip wobbles and he leans forward again, nipping you. “Get some sleep. You woke me up very early this morning, hmm?”
You don’t answer, but you loosen your grip.
When he gets in the car, he sees the curtain in his living room shift and he grins. Cute.
-
Work drags. Yoongi’s in a bad mood. His coffee is extra bitter. The water tastes off. The fluorescents in his office are too bright, prompting him to turn them off. When he begins auditing his client’s monthly spending, the numbers swim on screen.
Yoongi takes his glasses off. Puts them back on. He swears that he sees symbols and that the screen glitches, flashing between letters and numbers and… something he’s unsure of. When he rubs his eyes, the screen is just numbers in an Excel sheet.
Sighing in defeat, he glances at the clock. It’s only been an hour.
“Fuck.”
He pulls his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen. Your contact information is in his phone, right? The silence in his office is deafening. It presses in on him as he stares at his phone, unseeing. Why didn’t he have your phone number? Shouldn’t a boyfriend have their-
A knock at the door startles him. He drops his phone, mumbling an apology as he bends down to get it before righting himself and looking at his director.
“How are you feeling?”
Yoongi shrugs. “A little off.”
And… it’s true. Yoongi’s head hurts suddenly, a migraine slamming on the confines of his skull. His too-bitter coffee burns in his stomach. The back of his neck feels too hot and his hands shake as he puts his phone on his desk.
“You don’t look too well. Maybe take the day?”
Yoongi nods. Sways a little when he stands up to retrieve his things and turns his computer off. On the drive home, the headache recedes a little. He grips the wheel tight, taking deep breaths as he tries to steady the feeling in the pit of his stomach.
In the drive, Yoongi takes a deep breath. The pressure in his head is gone and his stomach doesn’t feel as rotten as it did twenty minutes ago. He makes a mental note to look up his symptoms when he gets inside – perhaps he has the flu. It won’t do to feel this way before his client’s quarterly financial reports are due.
Thankfully, when Yoongi steps into his house, he feels much better.
Feels fine as he drops to his knees in the entryway, tongue buried hungrily in your cunt as he presses you hard against the door, drinking in every drop. Above him, you tremble and cry, begging him never to leave again.
When you cum on his tongue, creamsicle sweet, he thinks he never will.
-
Pain shoots up Yoongi’s foot as he stubs his toe making his way to the bathroom. He can barely see in his room now that he has fixed the curtains – and put blackout ones at your request – and the floor is covered with his shoes and chargers and boxes of snacks you keep in his bedroom like a nest.
He has never in his life seen someone with an appetite for junk food like you – especially sweets.
Yoongi opens the bathroom, the gentle, white glow of the night light casting a dull halo against the whitewash walls. He glances in the mirror and his heart launches into his throat. His hand slams against the door for balance and a moment of terror bleeds him dry when he sees the shadow behind him, white teeth flashing and red eyes.
Whirling around, Yoongi’s hand shoots for the light, painfully jamming fingers against stucco. He manages to flip the switch while his heart pulses in his throat, terror working its way through him like an injection straight into his cardiovascular system.
Light spills into the room, so bright that he flinches, closing his eyes for a second. When he opens them, there’s nothing. It’s just his messy room, covered in clothes, empty and half-full bottles of lube, a generous amount of junk food, and you.
Asleep. Soft against his pillows, lips parted slightly.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Yoongi chastises himself and shuts the bathroom door. A few splashes of cold water from the tap do the trick, calming him down and cooling the red splotches of anxiety blooming on his neck.
When he returns to bed, your hands seek his warmth, making grabbing motions even in sleep. He indulges you, sliding closer. Tucking you into his chest. You hum in your sleep, that vibrating feeling that lives just under your skin ever-present.
Gently you lean forward, mouth seeking as you press your lips against the soft spot under his ear. He shivers as the innocent kiss turns into a soft suckle, pulling skin between teeth your tongue pressed against his flesh. But you don’t wake up. You seem content to lay in his arms with the gentle pull of your mouth against his skin, smelling like cedar. Jasmine. Amber.
And he falls asleep, moment of terror forgotten.
-
Yoongi has a problem.
Time management was always one of his strong suits. As someone who lived an organized little life in an organized little home, he thrived on order, repetition of days, and knowing what to expect each day.
Except now Yoongi never remembers what day it is. He hardly remembers how he spends his day. But what he does remember are moments with you. Bodies against bodies. The press of his fingers in your sticky cunt. Your curious fingers, pressing into the tight rim of his ass, pulling out orgasms so deep that it takes him hours to move.
Now, you’re pressed against him on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV. He watches you and you watch the screen, completely focused on the world of Spirited Away. His lips twitch in a smile and he yawns. You snuggle closer to him, nearly attached. It’s second nature to you, to fasten yourself to him. He doesn’t mind, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
When Yoongi’s phone rings, it interrupts everything. You immediately hiss, looking toward the ringing device on the counter. He can’t remember the last time his phone rang but he begins to lift himself off of the couch.
Your fingers dig in. “Finish the movie.”
It’s a demand. He laughs as your brow pinches. “I’ll be right back, let me just see who it is.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why don’t you want to watch the movie with me?”
Your voice has grown small again. Not the sultry purr he is used to in the middle of the night when you mouth at his cock, hard before he’s even awake. Not the demanding crack of a whip when you order him to come.
This voice is tiny, a soft thing that immediately draws him to look at you. He cradles your face, your big eyes looking at him with tears rimming them. His stomach drops and he hushes you, thumbs brushing back and forth.
“Fuck – baby why are you crying?”
“Why don’t you want to watch the movie, Kitty?”
“Hey, Kitty wants to watch the movie.” He croons and you pull yourself into his lap, arms going around his neck and winding in his hair. He keeps a soft grip on your face, eyes searching. That thrum is just beneath the surface, like a beating heart. “I just have to answer the phone, baby. I still want to watch the movie.”
You shake your head. “You don’t.”
“Of course I do.”
It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely recalls one time when he left for work, you had been a bit sad. But ever since he’d started working from home – wait, he works from home? He shakes the question from his thoughts, saving it for later.
It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely recalls one time when he left for work, you had been a bit sad. And now you sit on his lap and he hates himself for the way a tear slips down your face, turned into a diamond from the reflection of the TV.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, heart aching in his chest. He leans back. He pulls you flush against his chest. You tuck your face in his neck, your favorite spot to nuzzle and he feels the gentle tuck of your mouth, the tiny suckle of your teeth against his neck. Your comfort.
It isn’t often that Yoongi upsets you. He vaguely -
He doesn’t remember. What was he thinking about? He doesn’t know.
Yoongi loops his arms around you and squeezes you tight. And his eyes flutter shut, suddenly tired and lulled to sleep by the gentle pull of your mouth on his skin.
-
“Come look at this cat,” Yoongi laughs, crouching down on the back porch. The tabby rubs itself between his legs, purring as it twists figure eights. “It’s so friendly, baby. Come say hi.”
Night sky stretches over the city. It’s colder outside – almost Halloween, maybe. Yoongi lost the calendar in his house and he only turns the computer on if he has to sign on for work, which he rarely does these days.
You peek from the door, looking at the cat rubbing its face on Yoongi’s hand. He looks up at you and smiles. You’re swimming in a sweater of his, though your legs are bare. His mouth waters at the thought of tasting you again – he can’t ever get enough, licking the sweetness from between your thighs only to finish by fucking himself into you until he blacks out.
The blackouts happen more after sex now.
“He’s sweet,” Yoongi promises, holding out another hand to you. “Like you.”
Tentatively, you step outside of the door. The floorboard creaks under your step, drawing the cat’s attention. It happens so fast that Yoongi falls from his crouched position, sitting abruptly on the floor. The cat lets out a terrible sound, somewhere between a horrible yowl and a hair-raising hiss.
A blur of claws and teeth, Yoongi yells as the sharp talons catch him, letting the cat go. It becomes a streak of fur and screeching, vanishing from the yard.
You rush to him, dropping down to hold his scratched hands, blood surfacing.
“No!” You look up at him, holding his hand gently to your chest. He feels the strange hum, the heartbeat that… isn’t a beating heart as much as a constant buzz. “Are you okay, Kitty? You’re hurt.”
“It’s okay.” He smiles. The fear in your eyes is heartwarming. You love him – he knows this. He feels it. “Sorry it startled you.”
-
Autumn sun beats down on Yoongi as he goes to peel logs from the stack of firewood in the backyard. As he jogs down the steps, he slows, frowning. There’s a dead tabby at the foot of the stairs, broken body and dark blood smeared underneath.
“Weird,” he mutters, rushing to get some firewood. “I’ve never seen cats here before. Poor thing.”
When he goes back inside the house, he sees you sitting on the counter. Spread. Finger tracing up and down glistening folds, swollen cunt begging for his mouth. Yoongi drops the wood. He zeros in, licking his lips as you spread your legs a little wider.
“What a perfect fucking pussy,” Yoongi grins. “That for me?”
You nod. “Please, Kitty.”
Yoongi forgets about the dead cat.
-
“I want candy.” Yoongi looks up at you, brows raised. You’re standing in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store, chewing your bottom lip as you look at him with hopeful eyes. Yoongi immediately softens. Feels his heart flutter. “Is that okay?”
“Sure.” He looks up at the aisle names. “It’s three aisles over. Can you get what you want while I go back and get milk? I forgot.”
You hesitate for a moment, a moment of fear on your face. Before he can brush away your fears with a simple kiss, you take a deep breath and give him your bravest smile. He preens, proud as you give a confident nod and dart off in the direction of candy.
Yoongi is impressed by you. Leaving the house is hard for you – always has been. The two of you mostly stay inside, locked in your little world. Yoongi likes it that way. Loves knowing after dinner you’ll be nested on the couch, watching him with inquisitive eyes and asking him to put on a new show or to continue the anime you’ve been binging.
Every new experience for you brings stars to your eyes. He loves that about you – loves the way you go awestruck while watching old anime that Yoongi adores, or the way you hum and spin in circles to music he shows you.
Yoongi remembers hearing once that people live many lives. He thinks that if that’s true, you must be in your first life, curious about everything. Surprised by the world. And he gets to watch it over and over, the way you grin when something startles you or when you furiously pout because you don’t like something.
Grocery store trips are new for you. The first time, you’d been stitched to his side, refusing to separate from him. Cagey and flashing mean eyes at everyone. Now, though, Yoongi doesn’t worry as he pulls open one of the glass doors in the cold section, looking for milk.
“Yoongi?” He turns mid-reach for a carton of milk, the cold air hitting him in the face and turning his cheeks pink, glass frosting with the humidity rushing into the fridge. Taehyung is standing behind him, hands shoved into pockets. “Holy shit it is you.”
Yoongi gives Taehyung a funny smile, pulling the milk from the fridge and adding it to his cart. “Why wouldn’t it be? How are you?”
“Dude, how are you? You don’t answer anyone’s calls, I heard you started working at home from some sort of illness, and you refuse to answer your door when we come by.” Taehyung’s face is picture-perfect concern, brown eyes fixed on Yoongi, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “Why can’t you tell us what’s going on? It’s been weeks.”
“What are you talking about? I talked to you two weeks ago.”
Taehyung cocks his head. His brows furrow and an unsettling feeling flips Yoongi’s stomach. He remembers the call exactly. Recites their conversation back to Taehyung, but before Yoongi can finish, his friend is shaking his head.
“We never had that conversation, Yoongi.”
Taehyung takes a step closer. Yoongi’s heart starts pounding. He remembers talking to Taehyung. He had been standing in the kitchen when his phone rang, and you had handed him his phone. Yoongi remembers because he had been half-paying attention to the conversation, transfixed by the way your eyes caught the light and the way you watched him catch up with Taehyung.
But… another thought swirls in Yoongi’s mind. A vision of you slamming the phone down on the counter, shattering it. Yoongi begging you to stop – stop something – and then your soft lips on him.
He shakes his head, setting the thoughts free.
“What’s going on?” Taehyung asks, moving past his cart to get closer. Yoongi backs up. He doesn’t know why, but it’s automatic. He feels panic surge as Taehyung pauses. “Are you sick or-“
Maybe he is. Yoongi knows he talked to Taehyung and yet… doubt wiggles into his mind. Eats at it like a worm. There feels like there is a box somewhere tucked in the recesses of his memory, shielded and without a key. If he applies pressure on it, he gets a headache.
Licking his lips, Yoongi places his trembling hands on the cart. Looks at Taehyung. Sees the pleading in his friend’s eyes. Yoongi opens his mouth to ask when Taehyung thinks they last spoke and -
“Kitty?”
Your soft voice cuts the anxiety in half. Yoongi’s thoughts ease as you appear a few feet away from them, bags of candy in hand. Your doll face morphs into unease when you look at Taehyung. Yoongi wonders why that is – you’ve talked to Taehyung plenty of times. You encourage Yoongi to call him.
“You?” Taehyung asks. The vehemence in his voice startles Yoongi. “You’re still around? Jesus Yoongi, have you been shacked up with some girl you met at a bar this entire time?”
Words have consequences. Taehyung’s immediately has an effect, your expression going from soft and sweet to something that makes Yoongi’s hands grip the push-bar on the cart tightly.
“He has nothing to do with it.” Your voice is a layered hiss. A tingle slides down Yoongi’s neck – familiar and dangerous. He has the sudden urge to bolt, but his feet are rooted to the ground as you advance, putting yourself between the two men. “Yoongi hasn’t been feeling well. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“I’m one of his best friends!”
Taehyung is one of his best friends. And Jimin. And Seokjin. Yoongi remembers sitting on a stool at Serendipity, listening to Old Ass Han tell him some superstition about female demons who snatched one of his sons in the middle of the night. Jimin had laughed so hard and made Old Ass Han so mad that Jimin covered his tab for the night.
It was such a funny memory that the next Halloween, Jimin had dressed up as a sultry, female demon. Yoongi vaguely recalls laughing with them into the night, especially when Jimin picked up a guy to go home with that night.
Yoongi is full of those memories – at least he was. He thinks he is.
The little place in his mind that feels inaccessible cracks a little and Yoongi winces, a headache splitting him open. He clutches his temple as a bolt of pain lances through his skull. Then your hands are on him, gentle and cradling his face. You’re saying something but he can’t hear you over the high-pitched ringing in his ears.
Colors dance across his vision as Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pant through the pain. The pain doesn’t come from that tiny little box in his mind – it comes from somewhere else. Pulling him away from whatever is hidden there, in that dark little forgotten corner.
Suddenly, it becomes too much and darkness swallows him whole.
The last thing Yoongi remembers is the gentle kiss of your mouth on his neck.
-
Yoongi has a problem.
He’s getting headaches all the time. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night with them, sharp pain digging behind his eyes. It always worsens when he tries to recall the dreams he has before he wakes up – he knows he has dreams. They’re on the tip of his tongue. But the more he thinks about them, the more he tries to draw up what he imagined, the more the pain grows.
The bed sinks as you crawl in next to him. It’s too hot in bed. Sheets cling to Yoongi’s skin. He feels like there’s a furnace under the mattress, burning through and making everything sweaty and sticky. He shifts a little away from you – your body is always warm, skin heated with the thrum of energy beneath the surface.
Cedar. Jasmine. Amber. Your scent swells as you tuck yourself close to him. Not touching, but Yoongi can sense you there, an awareness tingling along his skin. It’s happened a few times, where a second awareness blinks an eye open and Yoongi feels on edge. Like there is suddenly an instinct inside of him that has awakened, one he is unfamiliar with.
That awareness yawns. Blooms at the back of his mind, where that same throbbing ache has settled. Yoongi tries to steady his breathing, but he can feel his pulse against his pillow, thumping faster and faster as your cloying scent muddles his thoughts.
You don’t say anything. You don’t reach out and touch him. You just lay there, silent and omnipresent. Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, and for the first time in a very long time, he wishes that you would go to the other room and watch TV. You love watching TV. Sometimes he finds you sitting in front of it on the floor, knees tucked to your chest, chin on top of your knees while you watch a variety of shows.
Though it seems you have settled on Tokyo Ghoul as your favorite.
“Kitty?” you whisper. He holds his breath. Perhaps if he pretends he is asleep, you’ll go to sleep too. Long beats of silence stretch between you, filled only with the sound of Yoongi’s measured breathing. “I’m sorry.”
He pauses. “Hmm?”
“I’m sorry.”
Yoongi swallows past a knot in his throat. Every muscle in his body is clenching. His fingers are fisted in his blankets, and he’s curled into a ball. He doesn’t remember feeling so braced. He tries to relax, letting himself melt in the bed a little.
“For what?”
“You… need space.”
He doesn’t need to turn around to hear the tremble in your voice. You sniffle a little. The lamp on his bed flickers, catching his attention. He watches the flicker of the bulb as you cry softly behind him. He wants to turn around – wants to gather you in his arms and tuck you into his chest and yet… he doesn’t.
“A little,” Yoongi admits softly.
“Okay.”
Licking his lips, Yoongi steels himself. He rolls over in bed to look at you. You’re buried in one of his hoodies and the blanket he likes to sleep with on the couch. He can barely make out your cherubic face. Your round eyes blink at him, pools of light in the darkness of the hoodie and blanket.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Okay.”
He softens. It’s not so warm in the bed anymore, so he reaches across the space, finding your hand clutched in the blanket. You let him pry your fingers open and he traces your palm. “Just a little space, okay? I can sleep on the couch tonight.”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Baby-“
“I’m not tired.”
Your voice is firm. He knows that voice – it’s the one that precedes a tantrum if he’s not careful. He nods, pulling a hand away and sighing, closing his eyes. He is tired. He realizes just how tired he is.
“Good night, Kitty.”
-
Most days it’s easier to placate you.
Yoongi feels like he is worn at the edges. Hot water runs down his neck, his back. Relieves a deep ache that has begun to grow on his bones, pained turned lichen. He feels like a watercolor painting with too much liquid medium, running at the edges and blurring across a once-beautiful canvas.
Sleep comes every night, but Yoongi still wakes up tired. He misses meetings even though he has been working from home for… however long. He doesn’t know where his cell phone is. He lost it somewhere in the house – doesn’t need it much.
Water drips onto the floor as he steps out of the shower. He watches it run down milky legs, soaking into the towel. Steam permeates the air and slicks across the mirror, Yoongi’s reflection as opaque and bleary as he feels.
Yoongi heaves a heavy yawn, wiping a hand across the steam in preparation to shave. When his eyes look up at the three-paneled mirror, a shadowed creature with rows of gnashing teeth and red eyes is behind him.
A scream rips its way out of his throat, the terror is so awful that Yoongi’s knees buckles. He hits the tile hard, head smacking the cabinet. His world explodes into color as he blinks the stars from his eyes, scrambling with damp legs, slipping uselessly on the steamed tile as he backs himself into the corner of the wall and sink.
There’s nothing there. Just an open doorway.
For a few seconds, it’s just Yoongi’s heart pounding so hard that his stomach roils. He fumbles for the toilet, flipping the lid and rolling to his knees to heave the contents of dinner into the bowl. He gasps for air, stinging his vomit-burned throat as he throws up again. Stomach-churning. Lungs screaming.
When he flushes and settles against the bathtub, he hears the TV in the living room. Cool air drifts in from his bedroom. He closes his eyes and takes in deep breaths, counting in for seven and out for seven. There’s the soft patter of your feet on the carpet, and he can sense you in the doorway.
His spine always tingles when you’re around.
“Kitty? Are you okay?”
“Don’t feel good.”
“Oh kitty,” you whisper. He keeps his eyes closed. You slide closer to him and your hands are warm. When they touch his face, he feels a little energy pour back into him and he opens his eyes. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, still. “I’m sorry.”
“Why sorry?”
You chew on your lip. “I’m sorry.”
It feels like you say that a lot these days. Yoongi nods his head and closes his eyes again as you lean forward and press yourself to his side, giving him a gentle kiss.
-
The headache is bad. But he has to know. Lays in his bed writhing in the sheets.
Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts.
Memories crack across his mind, each one hurting more than the last.
A creature of shadow. Blacking out after sex. A dead cat that hadn’t always been dead. Your innocent eyes. Your angry eyes. You smashing his phone to pieces. A doctor forging him a medical note. Blood on your hands and face as you came out of the doctor’s office.
-
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi has energy. He feels more himself. Clearer. He gets up early in the morning and makes himself coffee. He sees you lurking near the fridge, throwing him wary glances. You’re a little more worn than usual: sallow cheeks, bags under your eyes. Your eyes are as starry.
When he asks you what’s wrong, you don’t answer. You duck into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you. He stares, a little confused and hurt before sighing. You’re touchy sometimes, and on the days like this where you’re more like a feral cat than a preening girlfriend, he knows to keep his distance.
Yoongi shrugs and tosses the sugar packet in the trash, frowning. There are empty bottoms of foam that are stained red - meat packages, he realizes. He doesn’t recall having steak at all this week, but perhaps you’re thawing it in the fridge for dinner.
He shrugs and goes to his office, leaving you to your devices.
A morning meeting kickstarts his day, and Yoongi forgets about it.
-
Yoongi has a problem.
You’re worse. You don’t want to come out of his room and you won’t go near the light. There are harsh lines around your eyes and he swears your teeth are sharper. More lethal. You won’t sleep in the same bed as he is.
Worst of all? Yoongi feels great. Feels like perhaps it was just a depressive episode he was in. He no longer feels like he is melted together at the edges, barely hanging on. But it does mean that he’s getting frustrated with you.
“Feral,” he mutters as he walks into his office after you snarled at him and then proceeded to cry because you wanted him to take the day off. “Sometimes I swear she is feral.”
-
Soft lips wake Yoongi up in the middle of the night. He stirs, feeling a tingle run down his spine. He can smell cedar, jasmine and amber and smiles. You’re pressed against him, mouth seeking his delicately, though there is some urgency behind your kisses.
Yoongi opens his mouth to you, an invitation. You suck his tongue into your mouth greedily and arousal shoots to his cock, your mouth doing wonders on his tongue. Fuck he knows you like to suck him off like that too, all greedy and sloppy and spit-slicked.
Your hands pull at his shirt and you kiss him with more fervor, lips becoming teeth, moans becoming hisses. When Yoongi rolls onto his back, pulling your hips on top of him, the dynamic changes.
A gasp escapes his kiss-bruised lips, eyes flying open as you mark his throat. Harsh stings of teeth followed quickly by lavish licks of your tongue. It’s messy and you leave a trail of spit dripping down his neck, making him squirm underneath you, cock tight against his pajama shorts.
“Fuck,” he moans when you suck that spot under his ear he loves. “Greedy devil.”
“Yes,” you shoot back, voice firm. Your hands seek his, pulling them from where they massage your ass to pin them above his head, your grip iron. “Please.”
There’s no way she’s human.
Taehyung’s words flash through Yoongi’s mind when he looks up at you. Your pupils are dilated, two black disks that absorb the barest hint of light in the room. He shivers, afraid of falling into your dark eyes and never finding his way back home.
Have your eyes always been that soulless? No, he thinks.
“Please,” you say again. “Please let me have you.”
He frowns. “You can always have me.”
You shake your head. “Not always. Too much. I take… I take too much. But now not enough. I just…” Your lip trembles and where you hold his wrist begins to ache. He whimpers and you hush him, your fingers loosening a little. “I just need some. Not a lot.”
It’s hard to understand what you’re asking for. Yoongi is lost in the sensation of fluttering in his stomach and the way blood rushes through his body. He feels high when you dip one of your hands below the waistband of his pajamas, taking a hold of his cock in your hand, thumb brushing precum from the tip.
You always take care of Yoongi. His eyes flutter shut as he feels a steady static build in his brain. Your touch is careful but deliberate, each stroke of your hand and squeeze of his shaft sending him spinning. His hips twitch under you.
When you shift down his body, he lifts his lower half off the bed, kicking at the sheets and letting you tug his bottoms down. He’s shaking and eager, unable to look down at you when you take him fully in your hand, tongue tasting the stickiness at his tip.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His hands are still above him, twisted in the pillowcase. He leaves them there, helpless as you tongue the head of his dick before sucking it into your mouth. Your tongue is gentle and your mouth is warm, the barest of sucks making him whine. “Don’t tease me.”
You hum and the vibrations make him speechless. His head rolls to the side, mouth parted, panting as he sees stars. You suck him eagerly, messily. He hears the wet pull of your mouth, the choked cough of your throat when you take him in deep and swallow.
Gentle nails scratch down his legs. He feels like he’s disconnected from the rest of the world, a single strand tethering him as he floats. He babbles as you take him in deep, a hand reaching down below his balls, a single, shy finger pressing against his tight rim.
Everything inside of Yoongi goes taught. He comes immediately and without warning. Spills in your mouth and the world fades away. There is nothing where he goes. No memories, no thoughts, no anxiety. It’s just Yoongi and he feels good – the kind of warm from a bubble bath laden with creams and salts.
Eventually, he comes back down. Opening his eyes, Yoongi sees you blink down at him. You smile, brushing light finger strokes over flushed cheeks. He grins up at you, elated. Hypnotized. You’re so… he doesn’t know the word.
There’s no way she’s human.
That phrase makes Yoongi’s smile falter. You are exquisite. Shrouded in darkness. Yoongi feels the press of unfamiliar air. When he looks beyond you, there’s just darkness. There is nothing. No light streams in from the window again. There is no soft hum of the nightlight in the bathroom where he usually leaves the door open now.
It’s just you.
Yoongi’s heart begins to speed up, panic rising.
You kiss him softly. It’s sweet and his anxiety melts away. Feels the weight of you on your hips, wet pussy dripping on his thigh. You’re being patient, which surprises him. Usually by now you’re needy, grinding your cunt on his thigh to seek friction.
“I want more,” you whisper against his mouth, fingers pressed into his cheeks. “Will you give me more?”
He nods. You lick his mouth, sighing contentedly as you roll your hips on his thigh. He moans, feeling the glide of your bare folds against his leg. You are always so ready for him, eager to take him. Easy to please. Excited to take what you want.
Shaking above him, you bury your face in his neck. Yoongi slides his hands from their position above his head, resting one hand on your thigh and sliding the other between your legs. Sticky arousal greets him, his fingers brushing up and down your cunt as you stop grinding, letting him take control.
“Kitty,” you beg, words muffle in his neck. He grins, eyes half-lidded as he plays with you. “Please, Kitty.”
Yoongi sinks two fingers in your greedy hole, feeling the way your walls flutter around him. It doesn’t matter how many times he buries his fingers, cock or tongue in you – every time is divine. Feels like something holy, taking him somewhere else.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he murmurs, pressing a thumb to your clit. “Come on, baby. Wanna see you make a mess on my hands first.”
“Want your cock.”
“Fingers first, baby. Come on, you can do it.”
A growl rips through your frame. Yoongi stills under you for a moment, heart skipping. But then you move your hips and he hears your soft breath. Feels the drip down his hand. He grins, feeling you swallow his fingers as you work yourself on him, his thumb circling your clit lazily.
Nails dig into his thighs as you lean backward, spreading yourself for him. He can barely make out your figure in the darkness, but he can see the swell of your chest, the line of your neck as you toss your head back, his name falling from flushed lips and floating up to the ceiling.
When you come, it’s wet and loud. He hums, pulling drenched fingers from your legs. He surges forward, surprising you and moving you backward, letting your head bounce near the foot of the bed as he cages you in, stealing a kiss.
You wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging and whining and rubbing against his thigh again, begging sweetly. No one has ever wanted Yoongi the way you do. Ever. He cannot recall a single time someone has been as vigorous in their pursuit.
It makes him hard again, the rush in his veins igniting once more as he slides into you. He pushes in to the hilt, settling there for a moment. You clench around him, clawing at the back of his neck and thrashing under him. Begging for more. Always wanting more. Swearing you just need a little more.
Yoongi sets a slow pace, stroking deep with a purpose. You gasp every time he fucks all the way into you. He grins against your sweaty neck, tongue licking a stripe up your salty skin. You turn your face and catch his mouth with yours, swapping more spit than kissing, moaning into one another’s mouths.
An orgasm winds tightly in Yoongi’s stomach. He feels it at the base of his spine this time, a second sense tingling as he picks up speed, slamming into you until you’re crying under him, babbling again in something that sounds like a language but isn’t quite.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck –“ He grits his teeth and the moment he comes, you squeeze him like a vice, shouting and pulling him into an orgasm so hard that he feels himself fall on top of you, the energy leaving him as quickly as his orgasm had gathered.
At some point, he falls asleep.
-
Hell on earth is waking up battered and torn at the seams. You’re out in the living room, enjoying an early morning episode of Tokyo Ghoul again. He hears you giggle at the TV and he lifts his head in the shower. The rush of the hot water is loud, but the sound of you laughing is in his head.
It always feels like you’re in his head.
Yoongi stumbles when he gets out of the shower. His feet are heavy and there is pain behind his eyes. The throbbing kind that makes him turn the lights out and shoot a text to work telling them he needs a sick day. How many sick days has he had this year? He has no idea.
Yoongi stumbles to the mattress and collapses into the sheets. Everything feels heavy like he is made of glass bones with the weight of the world threatening to break him.
Sleep comes and goes. It doesn’t make him less tired. Yoongi places a hand on his forehead. He is not over-warm, but he wants to cry, the ache in every muscle so real that it takes him several tries to say your name.
You appear immediately, hovering at the edge of the bed in his hoodie, wrapped in a blanket.
“Are you feeling sick, Kitty?” He nods and you sniff. “I’m so sorry, Kitty… do you want some water?”
Yoongi nods again and you vanish. He rolls onto his back, groaning. He reaches for his phone. The screen is cracked from some incident or another, but it’s mildly legible as he searches his symptoms online.
When you come back with water, he thanks you with a sweet kiss and smiles when you lick his nose affectionately before darting out of the room again. He hears the show start again.
Carefully, Yoongi tries to sit up a bit. The water is cooled with two cubes – just the way he likes it – and it helps staunch the thirst. He drains the entire glass, but still, he aches with exhaustion that has no name.
Every combination he can think of brings Yoongi undesirable results. He has the fatigue of many different illnesses, but not any of the others. Mono seems the most likely, but still, it doesn’t feel right.
Yoongi considers and then types a new search: constant exhaustion after sex.
The results make him roll his eyes. He knows he’s going to get several ads for erectile dysfunction medication, but he scrolls anyways. Maybe he’s just fucking you that hard. But he does remember blacking out after sex and… well he never feels great the next day.
Slowly tapping through pages, Yoongi sighs. There’s nothing that provides much thought beyond Yoongi knowing he’s had too much sex. You’re a starving little thing, constantly wanting –
A word catches his attention: succubus.
Yoongi snorts when he opens the article. It’s a weird string of evangelical stories and musings, and overly sexualized depictions of female demons with generous breasts, shapely figures, and cute little bat wings.
The succubus needs sexual desire and energy to survive. He scoffs and wonders what heterosexual male wrote that dream.
Repeated sexual activity with a succubus will result in a bond being formed between the succubus and the host.
“Romantic,” Yoongi deadpans, scrolling up to close out the article. But a drawing catches Yoongi’s eye - a shadowy figure with rows and rows of teeth and red eyes. “Huh.”
Clicking on it, the page loads to a Reddit thread. Yoongi curses when he has to download the app, but his fingers move of their own volition, tapping across the screen as he creates a login and reopens the thread.
There are streams and streams of comments and links on the thread, a little overwhelming. As expected, it sounds like most heterosexual men overly-sexualizing women or asking about roleplaying – and yet, there’s a thread with a lot of upvotes that he clicks on.
Loss of time. Constantly exhausted. Nightmares of shadow creatures following me. Yoongi licks his lips, feeling his mouth go dry as he continues. Blackouts after sex. Not able to remember life before meeting entity. Dead animals –
“Kitty?” Yoongi flinches, dropping the phone on his stomach, hand covering his chest as his heart pounds in his ribcage. You blink in surprise, cocking your head where you stand in the doorway. A sense of dread draws a slow finger down Yoongi’s spine as he stares at you. “Do you want to come watch with me? We can put on Spirited Away.”
Loss of time. Constantly exhausted. Nightmares of shadow creatures-
“Kitty?” Yoongi has waited too long to reply. He nods his head and clears his throat. He wants to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, shoving the phone away from him as he slowly peels himself out of bed. You grin and hold out a hand. “Thanks.”
-
Like a cat, you’re curled on the couch. Yoongi gives you a wide berth as he walks to his office. Night has passed into morning, and the flash of the screen lights the way as he opens the door, slipping through a tiny crack before he closes it softly and firmly behind him.
While watching movies, Yoongi could not help but think about the thread he had seen. He doesn’t turn the light on, too afraid of it showing under the door and tipping you off where he is.
Fear settles in the pit of his stomach. His hands are shaky as he wakes up the mouse, the computer light nearly blinding in the dark room. He jams the settings on the keyboard, turning it down a bit as he settles into the chair, taking a few breaths.
It feels ridiculous. You’re his girlfriend, not a sex-craving demon. But Yoongi finds the thread again anyways, clicking through and going back to that original subthread of people claiming to have survived an encounter with a succubus.
Time doesn’t seem to pass as Yoongi reads. He leans on his hand, eyes burning as he clicks through story after story.
Met at a bar – she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I never remember going home with her, but my life was suddenly consumed by her. I lost my job and my friends. Felt good at first, but started getting headaches any time I would try to remember something. And she was always around, always lurking around every corner.
Yoongi clicks on to the next one, stomach flipping nervously.
- I ran into a friend and she swore we hadn’t spoken in months. I remember talking to her but it felt like… they were false memories. Like I didn’t really do those things. It was strange, but I forgot again after a while.
Taehyung’s face flashes in Yoongi’s mind. His palms get sweaty as he navigates the mouse, leaning closer toward the screen. A nervous beat starts to drum up in his heart as he pours over the words and the accounts of others.
The evidence is damning, but it can’t be possible, right?
Yoongi thinks of Old Ass Han telling the story of his son being swept up by a she-demon. Yoongi doesn’t think the story is very funny anymore, and the thought of Jimin dressing up as one makes him nauseous.
Carefully, he navigates to another thread.
I was lucky. She didn’t want to kill me, but she was constantly hungry for more energy that I didn’t have. She would get cagey and feral, hissing at me and hiding in the dark, like she was weaker in the sun when she wasn’t fed. I would find packs and packs of meat rotting in the garbage like she was trying to get her fix elsewhere.
I hope that you take this thread seriously. They are real. And while they look and talk like people, they aren’t. They might grow attached to you, but they don’t love you. You are a meal – and if your succubus is only feeding off of sex, it’s only a matter of time before they need more.
Think Jennifer’s Body, people.
Yoongi has never seen that movie before. He clicks away from the thread and pulls up the trailer. It seems a little ridiculous, but he gets the idea. Sex, eat the guy, move on to the next. But you certainly have never tried to eat him.
So Yoongi clicks back to the thread and searches for something new. How to get rid of a succubus.
He leans back while the page loads, switching to a white screen. This bright, the monitor reflects what’s in front of it, Yoongi’s round and tired face, pale from lack of sleep, and a looming shadow behind him. His stomach plummets and he goes rigid in the chair, frozen with fear.
Yoongi smells cedar. Jasmine. Amber.
"Kitty is looking at bad things,” you sniffle. Your shadow grows in the computer monitor and Yoongi swears he sees the white flash of teeth before his world turns red. "I loved you, Kitty."
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Omgosh...this was and IS beautiful. Plsss if you guys want to try this, do it! You will not regret it. I loved this story! One of my faves now. Author, you're amazing. Keep being you.
♦ Summary: Somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesn’t expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.
♦ Pairing: vampire/ college student! Jungkook x college student! female reader
♦ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
♦ Type: One shot
♦ Word Count: 19,376
♦ Genre: friends to lovers, supernatural, a hint of angst
♦ Warnings: Some angst, Taehyung is kinda an ass, blood play (Jungkook is a vampire, guys), ridiculous science and historical accounts that I MADE UP (I am not a scientist!!!), mentions of diseases, explicit language, verbal threats, turning someone into a vampire against their will, depictions of blood, biting, conspiracy theories, recreational drinking, mentions of recreational drug use in the past (briefly), a little bit of pining, sexually explicit content including: oral (f. and m. receiving, m. briefly receives) spitting, blood play and biting, spitting, sub-space themes post orgasm, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex guys). I think I got everything - pls tell me if I missed something.
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A/N: HAPPY HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN EVERYONE AKA HALFWAY TO MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR. It's here! This took me absolutely forever to write because I wrote it in so many pieces. It is WAY longer than I anticipated, but as I've always said: I find it nearly impossible to write PWP because I live for plot and world building. This is the beloved sibling to Don't Read Dead Languages, the other installment of my Halfway to Halloween celly (est. post date is tomorrow) And yes - I did create characters in here with the intention of doing their stories for Halloween this year :) Please enjoy.
A/N 2: Please keep in mind that I am not a scientist and a historian and I took A LOT of liberties with mythology and historical accounts to make my own plot. While I mention real diseases and historical figures, I quite literally made this up. It's not accurate. Pls don't come for my scientist brain because it doesn't exist.
The lights in your corner of the library are dim and flickering. The air is cold and damp- though that is common for the old part of the library where your group huddles. As the least favorite academic club in your school’s college of history and humanities, the table assignments in the warmer and brighter side of the library are rarely ever given to you.
The creepy table for the creeps, the student-run desk attendants usually murmur when you arrive first to check in for your allotted study time.
You’ve requested the higher tech rooms over fifty times, but it’s the same response every time: Are you even a real academic club? Leave the digital screens and resources to the STEM majors.
So Old Stacks it was. It had earned that name when the library was extended to above ground with three more floors. The subterranean parts were now reserved for the original study rooms and table areas that had gone years without updating. Most of the shelving is in disarray, containing old volumes of books no longer referenced.
Most people dread the Old Stacks. You don’t mind them. There is a comfort in knowing you will be left alone among the silence and the flickering lights. Plus, you know how to accommodate for its quirks now. You always pack sweaters, always bring snacks since the vending machines are a mile away, and you bring a portable desk light.
Making things work is mostly what your group does. Well- making things real is the focus.
Sure, your Science and History of the Supernatural club was originally been created as an ode to the long-running television show Supernatural, but it has since developed into something legit, with academics studying the mysteries of the world and working to apply levels of historical research and scientific methods to prove and disprove a number of creatures, stories and legends.
It's nerd shit, as Jungkook calls it. You don’t even want to get into the argument of what you define as a nerd with him. He has enough anime posters on his apartment walls and spends every cent he earns streaming toward his ridiculously flashy gaming setup.
Nerd shit.
Despite him making fun of your group, Jungkook sometimes comes to meetings. Even if it’s because you needed a sixth person to be considered a legitimate academic club. Even if it it’s because you offered to do his laundry every Saturday for a single semester as a bribe to keep the club going.
Pulling your cardigan closer, you scroll through your tablet with the proposal you carefully put together for review. It’s for your final research paper in your folklore class- an elective you didn’t need to graduate, but an important elective toward your desired dream job of working for a private curation company in charge of recovering, investigating and selling ancient artifacts. Kim Namjoon, a professor who participated in the very group you now led, had given you some tips on what you needed to apply to the prestigious position.
The subject of your final project is courageous. It leans heavily on a lot of pseudoscience and genuine historical events and documents. You know it doesn’t necessarily matter if the experiment itself yields a factual result. You’re not a scientist, but even a negative result is something worth noting in your paper.
Jungkook is the first to arrive at the library. He’s got a paper bag shoved under his arms, the first signs of grease ruining the paper on the edges. You can smell the fries immediately, groaning as he sets up next to you with an evil grin.
“Got your favorite,” he announces in a sing-song voice.
You hate the way he spoils you with food. Jungkook’s habits at the gym and generally maintaining a healthy lifestyle help him to look… well perfect. Small waist, broad shoulders and thick biceps with a heartbreaking face made to love.
Not thinking about how lovely his face was had become a favorite pastime of yours.
“You’re going to make me gain weight,” you growl, snatching the back from him to find seasoned fries inside. You indulge, humming as you bite into the greasy goodness. “This isn’t fair, Jeon.”
“Who cares if you do?” Jungkook kicks his feet up on the table, ignoring you as you try to shove them off. Even if you’re in the worst part of the Old Stacks, you feel the urge to be respectful. “You’re pretty regardless, Indy.”
You smirk at the nickname. He was constantly calling you Indiana Jones and Indy for short. You wished you were as cool, but you’ll never tell him that. “Tell that to my long line of non-existent suitors. And get your feet off the table.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes but moves his feet, much to your pleasure.
Your club members file in one at a time, a mix of science majors and history majors. Jungkook is the only one out of his depth, but he usually enjoys the meetings. He doesn’t always say so, but you find open articles on his computer when he thinks you’re not looking about banshees and werewolves on occasion.
Hoseok opens a bag of chips, his notebooks perfectly placed as he leans on his elbows eagerly. “You’re running your folklore project by us today, right? I’ve been dying to see what you came up with.”
“Why?” Mari asks, flipping through a textbook with an unimpressed pout. You try to fight the urge to lean over and bop her directly on the fucking head. “It’s just another project.”
Mari will never outright say she doesn’t like you. In general, you suppose she’s nice enough. She’s let you borrow a resource or two and she’ll peer review your work if Hoseok or Elena aren’t available. But she always makes sure to downplay your successes, and there is an undercurrent of something aggressive whenever she directs comments and questions your way.
Jungkook hates Mari. You notice the way he glares over the top of his computer screen at her now, his pout tilting downward and his eyes boring holes in her forehead. She doesn’t seem to notice. Even if she did, any reaction she can draw out of Jungkook is one she enjoys. From the moment Jungkook joined your club to save it, she has never passed a moment to thank him again and again for joining.
It's a topic that is hotly debated between you and Jungkook. He doesn’t think anyone is interested in him. He knows he’s a nerd by definition. He speaks in anime jokes and he doesn’t come out of his room on the weekends when he’s deep into and Overwatch binge. And no matter how many times you tell him, Jungkook has no idea how cute he is.
“Because,” Hoseok shoots back pointedly at Mari. “She’s also submitting this paper to Namjoon who is passing it to his boss at his very secretive artifact agency. It’s important.”
“Namjoon,” Mari sighs, putting her hand over her heart. “We will never have a president of this club like him.”
Jungkook looks at her pointedly. “I think ours is just fine.”
You shoot him a grateful look, ignoring the way Mari scrambles to correct herself and assure you that it wasn’t meant to be offensive. Especially when it definitely was.
Jimin is the last to show up, murmuring apologies as he tosses his things on the table. He looks effortlessly beautiful as always, pink hair styled back and subtle designer clothing hanging perfectly on his frame. Jimin is the type of beautiful that you envy- not because he gets attention, but because he is otherworldly.
“Project time, project time!” Jimin chants, clapping his hands together. He’s an English Literature major with a keen interest in folklore and mythology. You were pretty sure he kept a copy of The Iliad on him at all times. “I’m so excited to see what you’ve got.”
The group settles in and turn their eyes to you as you flip your iPad around. The topic is incredibly out there- even for you- and your palms get sweaty as you sift through your notes and cited sources regarding the topic.
“Okay don’t laugh,” you say seriously, levelling all of them with a glare. “And remember that the actual result doesn’t matter as much as the research and documentation process.”
“Spit it out,” Jimin whines.
So you do.
Flipping through the iPad, you launch into an incredibly lengthy and thorough relationship between the history of the legend of vampires through various time periods, starting the research specifically with the rumors and lack of historical data surrounding Vlad the Impaler, ruler of Walachia, Romania.
At first, the group seems unsure. You can sense their uneasiness on the topic, but you push forward, pulling out historical accounts and journals during the Middle Ages during years when the plague burned through European countries, cross-referencing it with the uptick in supposed vampire sightings and rumors.
The interesting part of your research surrounds a disease known as Porphyria, which was detected in the middle ages during a spike in the plague. There were several variations of the disease, resulting in skin blistering when exposed to sunlight.
“Okay so you get a sunburn with pory-whatever?” Jimin asks.
You glare. “Your skin literally blisters, but let me finish. They did studies on people who got the disease and discovered that ingesting blood relieved most if not all of the symptoms related to those who had it. Furthermore, people who ingested the blood of those with porphyria immediately displayed symptoms.”
“What does this have to do with vampirism?” Mari sighed.
“Though it’s implied in most of these medical documents that it can be passed through family members, look at this specifically family tree I pulled with one of the first patients who underwent testing.”
Jungkook took the sheet of paper from you, pouting his lip and furrowing his brow as he read. You chewed nervously on the inside of your cheek as he scanned the tree and tilted his head. “Wilhelmina Dracia- an ancestor of Vlad the Impaler.”
“Exactly, Jeon!” you announce. “So it got me thinking. There were other undocumented diseases during the plague. Even now, there were small towns marked as killed by the plague but they had no evidence that they actually suffered deaths from the plague. Do you know what the neighboring towns were suspected to have?”
“Porphyria?” Jungkook asked, glancing upward. “Do you think porphyria is vampirism?”
“I think it’s a strain of vampirism.”
“Just a strain?” Hoseok asks, taking one of the papers from your notes. You’re thrilled they’re asking questions and hand him two other family trees. “Wait- I though Anne Rice’s novel was total fiction? Lestat was a real person?”
“I think he was based on a real person. Loren de Lion was a real person born in a farming village outside of Paris.” You tap the top of his family tree. “What name do you see there?”
“Mihai Dracal.” Hoseok holds out his hand to Jungkook for Wilhelmina’s family tree and looks back and forth between them. “No way. They share an ancestor. So why isn’t Loren on this family tree?”
“He produced no heirs. This is where I began wondering about strains. Look at these journal entries from Loren de Lion in Paris and then compare it to these entries by Laure de Lions in New Orleans during the 1900s.”
“I remember this,” Hoseok reads from the newer entry. “It is all so familiar. I fear I am not alone in my dear city of New Orleans. I must flee, for there is no stronger breed of sickness than jiangshi. I hope to withstand this breed, but I must flee the city.”
“Breed of sickness?” It’s Mari who asks the question much to your surprise. And sort of pleasure. “Who calls sickness a breed.”
“Right?”
“Jiangshi?” Jungkook asks. “That’s an ancient story of creatures sucking the qi out of humans. It’s popular in Korean Dramas.”
Mari gestures to another family tree sitting on top of academic papers. You hand them over to her with a smirk. She’s so focused on scanning the family tree that she doesn’t notice. “This family- you associated them with Jiangshi?”
“Yes. In fact, they have a son who recently graduated from here. He owns a popular night club in the next city over.”
“Wait…” Jimin mutters, looking up Kim Taehyung on his phone. His eyes go round and he looks up at you. “You mean he owns Nightshade? That club is not only ridiculously exclusive and membership only, but last year there was a massive story on them. One of their members was arrested for aggravated assault on his boyfriend and he claimed that he was driven to insanity by the occult practices at the club.”
You lift up the article in question. “They were going to go to trial any everything. But the Kim family is stupid rich they’re represented by Min Associates.”
“Seriously? I’ve heard that Min Associates have the best lawyers in the world. You could be caught red-handed guilty and get away with it if they’re on the case.” Mari asks, snatching the article from Jimin. “I’ve heard their son is called the Demon in the court room. No one can beat him.”
You shrug. “My point is, this guy? He was willing to talk until he wasn’t. He was sentenced to a few years and let out on good behavior. No one has heard from him since.”
“So what’s your plan?” Jungkook asks, brows furrowed as he regards you. “Please don’t tell me you plan on getting involved with Nightshade and trying to become a member to see what’s going on. Come on, Indy.”
“Jimin?” You ask and he looks up at you. “Your friend Jin is in the entertainment sector, isn’t he?”
Jimin glares. You give him a soft pout and round eyes, earning a sigh and a roll of his eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.”
-
A week after you discuss your project with your peers, Jungkook shows up at your apartment with a box full of pizza, your favorite flavor of wings, and soda. You give him a narrowed look, letting him in nonetheless as the smell of grease makes your mouth water.
Though you live alone, Jungkook has spent most of his time at your small apartment two blocks away from school to be considered a roommate.
“To what do I owe being spoiled?” You ask skeptically as Jungkook places the items on your kitchen counter. He moves confidently, taking out plates and setting them down before grabbing cups for your drinks. It’s entirely domestic and you chew your lip watching him. “That’s a lot of wings.”
“Can’t I just want to come watch movies with my best friend?”
“Yes, but it’s Friday. And on Fridays you usually do your Mario Party stream with viewers.”
“You know my schedule?” His cheeks are tinted pink when he asks, smiling at the ground as he places food on the plates. You don’t answer- of course you know his schedule- and take the plate offered to you. “I just wanted to hangout.”
“Sus.”
Jungkook takes a bite of his pizza, chewing happily as he levels you with a look. “Maybe I want to try and talk you out of your project.” You groan and he gestures to the couch. “Come on, we don’t have to fight while we eat.”
“So we’re going to fight?”
He gives a small smirk. “Maybe. I don’t know. Not during pizza and maybe an episode of One Piece?”
You hum in doubt but join him on the couch, pulling up the extended-top of the coffee table to set your food on top. You both cross your feet and settle in as Jungkook navigates the streaming service easily, picking up where you left off.
It’s hard to remember when exactly you let him talk you into watching the entire anime series, but it seems never ending. Jungkook won’t let you watch episodes without him, but he’s good about keeping a watch-schedule. And you have to admit- you like the show.
True to his word, Jungkook doesn’t bring up your project while you eat. It doesn’t stop you from stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye, trying to figure out what about it bothers him.
Clubbing isn’t really your thing. You gave it a good run when you were a freshman, slowing a bit when you were a sophomore. You didn’t mind drinking- wine was pretty much your preference- but being out around a bunch of sweaty strangers while someone always managed to have a bad night in your group was sort of exhausting.
So you limited your nights out to few and far between, but you always managed to have fun.
Perhaps it was the mysteriousness of the club that Jungkook didn’t like. After revealing your topic of interest, you had scoured the internet together to show him what you could find on Nightshade and its members. There was a website for the club, but the only information available was that it was an exclusive night club, and that memberships were limited. There was no information to apply. There was nothing but an address, a business license, and a small blurb on the owner- Kim Taehyung.
The infamous Kim Taehyung was easier to look up. He was a wealthy businessman in the next city over and was a wealthy contributor to your school. He participated in plenty of charity work- particularly organizations that specialized in raising money for rare blood diseases and their study.
That was interesting and on brand for your paper.
Every photo you saw of the man was nothing short of stunning. Dark hair that was usually styled back, eyes that could cut through a camera lens, and a face that belonged in high fashion. He was heartbreakingly beautiful. Even Jungkook had whistled and stared for a while.
Taehyung, as stunning as he was, had private social media and there wasn’t much beyond a few articles from business and entertainment magazines who had posted how elusive the club owner was. Even the articles containing information about the lawsuit against his club were difficult to find.
A few blogs were dedicated to uncovering and guessing what exactly went on at Nightshade, but they were thus far unsuccessful. You had no idea why you thought you were going to be the one to figure it out, but you were determined.
Jungkook leaned back and sighed. You chewed on your lip, watching as he leveled his gaze at you. You shifted nervously under his stare, unable to read his expression. Your heart and stomach fluttered- for reasons completely unrelated to knowing he was going to question you.
“I think you should turn in your paper without the investigation on the end,” Jungkook said finally. “You’re not an investigative journalist. Your class is about folklore and where it intersects with history, and I think you’ve done that. You’ve combined science, popular legends and historical documents and family trees to support your guess. I think that’s enough.”
“It isn’t,” you insist, shaking your head. “It’s a competitive job. Namjoon only started working there last year after his massive discovery in Egypt. This company- it’s the private sector, which means a lot of benefits and a lot of money. It would send me all over the world and give me assignments I’d never get at a museum or as a professor.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Your paper is good enough to get you in.”
“It’s not. What happens when they ask if I discovered what was at the club?”
“This is for a company that specializes in archaeology and history. They’re not Buzzfeed Unsolved.”
“It would demonstrate a lack of dedication for me not to do this.”
“How? You’re pulling from multiple types of sources and the Center for Disease Control for crying out loud! What about this fucking club is that important to a historical paper?”
“I need to know if I’m right!”
You shout it at Jungkook, making him flinch. You close your eyes and heave a sigh, running a hand over your face. You soften as you murmur, “What is the point of the paper if there isn’t an answer?”
“So that’s what it’s about. Proving you’re right. And if you’re wrong?” You shrug. “At the end of the day, this is folklore. You applied science and history, but… vampires, Indy?”
A sour feeling enters your stomach. You stand up and begin cleaning and Jungkook groans, knowing he’s upset you. You don’t care if he knows. You stomp to the kitchen, chucking the crumbs into the trash and shoving dishes into the sink. You’re cleaning and refusing to look at him as he calls your name from the couch.
You know the idea of vampires is… ridiculous. In reality, you know that your little club is laughed at. Ridiculed. No one takes is seriously. They won’t even let you rent a room in the library proper.
Your throat tightens as you fight the urge to cry. You don’t want to cry in front of Jungkook, especially over something so stupid. But being right is more than just… having put together a convoluted puzzle piece. It means your worth of a prestigious job and it means… well it means the museums you already applied to and failed to get in were wrong about you.
“Talk to me.” You flinch, not realizing Jungkook moved to the kitchen. He’s standing right behind you when you glance over your shoulder. You turn away and rub your face quickly on your shoulder, trying to hide that a tear escapes. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I’m not crying, Jeon.”
You hear him laugh. “Okay, well I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
When you don’t answer, trying to stop the burn in your eyes and the weight of the rejections, Jungkook steps forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezeing You place your hands on his arms and squeeze back, knowing he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
“I’m sorry, Indy,” he whispers, his voice sincere. “I just care about you and even if we don’t find vampires, something about this place and Kim Taehyung gives me the creeps.”
“We?” You sniff, laughing slightly.
“Of course. You didn’t think you were going alone, did you?” He squeezes and places his chin on your shoulder. “Indiana Jones always had a sidekick. Sidekick Jeon Jungkook reporting for duty.”
A few minutes pass in the kitchen with Jungkook just holding you. And you let him. He’s warm and he smells floral, making you smile as he sways you back and forth a bit. You melt into him. You want to stay like that far more than you should.
Just when your nervous it’s going to get awkward, you murmur, “I didn’t get the apprenticeship at The Metropolitan or Louvre. They said that I didn’t stand out enough.”
“Oh, Indy…”
“And I don’t blame them. My projects and papers have been basic. Organized. Perfectly executed but… there is nothing special about them. Nothing special about me.”
“That isn’t true at all.”
The vehemence he states this leaves no room for argument, drawing a smile from you. He settles back on your shoulder as you murmur, “I just… want to do something different. Step out of my comfort zone, you know? I just want to be special.”
“You are to me, if that counts.”
Fuck. It counts so much more than Jungkook realizes. Every time he shows up to a club that he doesn’t have to be a part of, every time he brings you pizza, or lets you come watch him stream, or he talks you through an anime you don’t quite understand- you do feel special with Jungkook. Maybe not in the way you want most, but in a way that counts.
Jungkook sighs, pulling you from your thoughts. “Jimin said Jin can get you in, but there’s a shit ton of applications and documentation we have to do.”
You spin around. He drops his embrace, chewing the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you. Your heart skips as you grab his arms, nails digging in. “Seriously? Just like that?”
He laughs without humor. “Jin said that he can submit an application on our behalf. Not that it would get accepted and Indy… it’s pretty intense. We have to have background checks, blood tests-“
“Blood tests?”
He grimaces. “I knew you’d fixate on that.”
You ignore him. “This is perfect. It just lends itself to my paper. Who needs a blood test to get into a nightclub? There has to be something they’re looking for- maybe ensuring there’s no disease or latent vampire genes? This is great! Jungkook this is great.”
He winces but mutters, “Yeah. I guess.”
-
Jungkook exaggerates about a lot of things. For example, there was one time during Halloween where he swore that he was so drunk that he was going to die. Instead, he vomited in your Luna backpack two blocks away from your apartment, and then cried because you wouldn’t get him tacos after.
Or there was the time around Christmas where the two of you had edibles at a party, and Jungkook fucking swore he saw Santa Claus and his reindeer. You had a pretty difficult time explaining whilst high out of your mind that it was an airplane, Jungkook. The things that fly in the sky.
And of course, every world-ending time he lost a match or had a bad stream. Those were the days that the sky was falling and he was never going to recover from this financially- and he would send you the same Tiger King meme over and over again.
Those were all great examples of his usual reaction to minor things.
Jungkook was not exaggerating about the application requirements to potentially become a member at Nightshade.
While they did not require any up-front cost to the application, there was cost implied by the amount of blood work you had to get done- and sign a twelve-page legal agreement that you were consenting to provide medical history and knowledge.
Additionally, you were expected to provide STD results, which led you down a rabbit hole of wondering if Nightshade was a sex club- which, was currently in the lead for the most popular theory of what went on behind its closed doors.
And when the formal invitation and approval arrived, there was a very strict list of attire that required you to go beyond the realms of your closet.
Mari of all people was assisting you in the attire part. You generalyl dressed pretty simple. Heels weren’t a necessity when you weren’t working at a fancy museum just yet, and you never had formal events to attend since Jimin dropped out of his fraternity, calling them boring.
“I think the velvet is the way to go,” Mari says appreciatively, tapping her chin. “You have great legs, may as well show them off. And the red doesn’t totally wash you out like the green did.”
You struggle to take the compliment and look at the dress in the mirror. It’s skin tight and leaves little to the imagination, the hemline coming higher up on your thigh than you’re used to. The off the shoulders are a smooth fit, but the neckline dips dangerously to the top of your breasts.
It’s far more daring than anything you’ve worn before, but the entire night is supposed to be daring.
The plan is simple and stupid. Get inside the club, observe what’s going on, and report if there’s anything vampy. According to the nondisclosure and legal agreements you had to sign and get notarized after approval, there’s a probationary period until your inducted as a full-time member. You skipped over the levels of sponsorships, not intending on becoming a steady member of Kim Taehyung’s possible sex club.
A single night of investigative work. That’s what you’ve promised Jungkook, who is still set on going with you. He even booked a night in a hotel room in the next city over so that you don’t have to worry about rushing there and back.
You try not to think about sharing a hotel room with him alone. Because while you’ve done that in the past, it’s different now. You feel different these days.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn to Mari. She’s been more interested in you as a person since presenting the paper. Though she hasn’t admitted to it, you have a sneaking suspicion she was impressed and has decided to give you a chance at being an acquaintance.
Even if she is still giving less than ideal compliments.
“You don’t think the crimson is cliché?” you ask, brushing the soft, velvet material. “I feel vampy in it.”
“You look hot.” She shrugs. “Well, if you don’t get a vampire to go all ‘I vant to suck your blood,’ you’re probably going to get laid. If not by Jungkook, maybe by some masked stranger at the sex club.”
“It’s not a sex club.” She gives you a look and you grimace. “Okay, it might be a sex club. And sex with Jungkook are you drunk? We’re best friends, Mari.”
“Yeah,” she mutters as you walk into the changing room, heart set on the dress. “Best friends who need to fuck.”
“I heard that!”
-
The red neon above the door taunts you as you walk down the sidewalk. On either side of the tinted, glass door is a security member. The one to the right of the door holds his hand out for your invitation. You hand yours over, trying to keep your hand from shaking with nervousness and excitement. Jungkook does the same, standing close behind you as they open the door to a dark hallway.
Scarlet, crushed velvet makes up the interior of the hallway. The lights above are dimly lit chandeliers, the soft gold glow barely enough to cast light down the entire length of the hall. The line to get into the actual club starts here, hidden away from the eyes of the outside world. You realize it’s to keep member identities hidden.
Jungkook is still close behind you, his chest almost against your back. You join the line of finely dressed patrons, sending a silent thank you to Mari for her making you choose the red dress and pair it with the sky-high heels. Jungkook sticks out in his leather jacket and ripped black pants and yet somehow when you turn to look at him, he looks right- though you’re not entirely sure about dress code.
Shadows fall over half of his face in the hall. You find yourself staring at him over your shoulder as his dark eyes scan the line, mouth fixed in what you label as his serious expression.
A lock of dark hair falls into his eyes. Instead of looking disheveled, he looks beautiful, an angel of shadow. You want to run your fingers along the recently shaved undercut. His hair was still long, but the sides were cropped short, making his choice of slick-backed hair even better.
Jungkook’s eyes drop down to you and his features smooth out into softness. “What?”
“You look so serious,” you opt to say. It would be weird if you told him you were staring at how beautiful he was. “You didn’t have to come.”
“Of course I did,” he answers, frowning. “Who else is going to protect my girl?”
The way he says it is so casual. It means nothing to him and everything to you. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, instead turning your attention to the pictures on the wall. Your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you realize the black-and-white photos are people caught in different throes and moments of pleasure.
You divert your eyes to instead look at the people in line.
It’s a wide variety of people, though one thing is the same: everyone has an invitation, the matte black of their cards absorbing the light in the hall. The couple in front of you is murmuring quietly to themselves. The woman is dressed in a floor-length, emerald dress made from silk, her hair twisted up in an elegant bun. Her earrings catch the light, drawing attention to her slender neck.
Glancing down at yourself, you don’t feel nearly as well-dressed. The velvet dress clings to you like a second skin, the hemline dangerously short for you. It’s certainly a daring outfit, but with just a simple gold necklace around your neck with your birthstone- a gift from Jungkook- you start to feel out of place.
As though he senses your uneasiness, Jungkook bends down and murmurs, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just wish I looked a little nicer.”
The line moves forward. You’re three away from the door, heart rate kicking up. You can just barely hear the vibration of the music, though you cannot tell where it’s coming from.
“What do you mean?” you hear the frown in Jungkook’s voice. You gesture to the woman in front of you and he scoffs. “I think you look absolutely beautiful. Hey- look at me.”
Heart skipping, you turn around and look at him. Jungkook brushes a loose strand of hair back into your French twist, eyes searching. He’s so painfully beautiful that you look at him, unblinking. “You’re always breathtaking,” Jungkook murmurs, smiling softly. “But tonight? You are devastating.”
Jungkook has no idea the way his words affect you. Suddenly you’ve forgotten about the line and the club. It’s just you and Jungkook in a softly-lit space, and he’s watching you with those eyes and his soft smile. The one reserved only for you.
The moment breaks into pieces when the security guard asks you to move forward. In a daze, you hand him your invitation, your expensive medical results, legal forms, and two forms of ID. He runs the IDs through a scanner and thoroughly looks over the paperwork before asking you to hold out your wrist. He places a delicate, gold bracelet around your wrist with a red gemstone charm.
“Welcome to Nightshade, Miss L/N.”
You step forward and watch as he repeats the process for Jungkook. Instead of a bracelet, he gives Jungkook a more visible lapel with the same stone. “Welcome to Nightshade, Mr. Jeon. Please ensure that your bracelet and brooch are displayed at all times. If you are warned more than once that it is not visible, you will be escorted out and your probation period will be revoked. You will wear this entry level color until a sponsor elevates your membership.”
“Oh,” you breathe out. “Okay.”
“Sponsors are the members inside wearing mother of pearl broaches and bracelets, and are the only members who may invite you to a private room tonight. If any full-time member wearing emerald or sapphire invite you to a private room, please report them to any staff member immediately. Enjoy your night.”
The conversation is done and the line is pushing you through the curtained doorway. The stairs lead down down down. You look at Jungkook, unsure what you’ve gotten yourself into. He places his hand on your shoulder and says, “We can leave- that’s totally okay.”
“No,” you protest. “Let’s do this.”
“Even if it’s a sex club?”
You shoot him a look as you begin a careful descent down the stairs. The further you go, the more you can feel the music humming through the ground to your ribcage. “Even if it’s a sex club.”
When another security guard opens the door to the main club, you think that maybe you’re not far off your guess. Music pulses from the middle of the dance floor where bodies twist in a writhing mass. There’s a DJ booth situated above the crowd on a catwalk, lights coalescing on the dance floor in colors you’ve never seen.
Jungkook is attached to you as you push into the club. The air is cooler than you anticipated, a shiver working up your spine. The bar is near the door, long and carved from dark marble. Red lights are fixed beneath the bar counter, making it look as though the bartenders are gliding through a sea of red.
A set of stairs leads upstairs to a landing where you can see private booths roped off with velvet markers. A security member stands at the foot of the stairs, letting people pass through after they display their jewelry. Some booths are curtained off while others have people lounging openly, watching the people below.
You have no idea where to start. Jungkook nudges you on your lower back, starling you. He gives you an encouraging grin and nods toward the bar. “Let’s get drinks.”
With a nod, you let Jungkook lead the way. You’re too nervous to feel anything besides light panic when he wraps his fingers around yours, tugging you along. Your other hand clutches his elbow, securing yourself to his side as you move through the crowd. No one shoves and steps on you. Everyone is polite, parting as you navigate toward the bar.
You’re almost dizzy with the dark space and flashing lights when a bartender appears in front of you immediately. He’s beautiful, blond hair slick back and uncanny amber eyes flicking between you two, smiling as he looks at the stones on your jewelry and shouts over the music, “Welcome first timers. You drink for free tonight, but please ensure you drink responsibly. What can I get you?”
“An old fashioned for me,” Jungkook answers loudly. He pulls you in closer, placing you next to him with his hand appropriately placed on your back. “A vodka soda for her, please.”
The bartender flashes a smile. “Coming right up, pretties.”
Jungkook leans a single elbow on the bar and gazes out at the crowd. Colors splash across his golden skin, turning him red then blue then green. The music is loud, filled with bass and following a techno sound. You nod your head, looking around those at the bar.
You don’t really know what to look for other than the cliche: bite marks on necks, hickies that look suspicious, patrons with fangs. There’s plenty of mirrors behind the bar, reflecting the bottles and club-goers back to you. Everyone appears in the mirror- no weird missing reflection.
Everyone looks ordinary, for the most part. There are a few men and women who look so beautiful it’s painful to look at, but there’s nothing about them that screams vampire. There’s no pale, smooth skin or burning red eyes. There’s nothing that seems… supernatural at all.
The bartender appears again with your drinks. Jungkook hands over money to tip him, but the bartender waves it off. “No tipping here. We’re paid handsomely. Enjoy your evening. My name is Emil if you need anything.”
Emil flashes a smile. There are no fangs, but there is something about the way he glances between the two of you that sends a cool tingle down your spine. He moves away quickly, taking another order. You stare at him a second longer before you take the cold glass from the paper coaster.
“Something about him seems… off,” you mention to Jungkook.
Jungkook nods. “He’s very perfect looking.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Jungkook shrugs. “This feels surprisingly ordinary.”
“Come on,” Jungkook murmurs, sipping his drink and gesturing to the edge of the dancefloor. A dark alcove with a soft, blue neon sign that said private glowed next to where he was pointing. “We can observe near there.”
It feels as if the dark hall leading to private rooms goes on forever. You glance down at it, hypnotized by the way the space seems void of light and life. You and Jungkook sip your drinks, swaying to the music lightly. You're surprised at how strong the drink is, feeling light-headed by the time you’re halfway done.
A woman comes up and asks Jungkook to dance, glancing at you from the side of her eyes. He politely declines and she pouts before she glances at you and slinks away again. It’s hard not to smile at Jungkook as he turns his focus away from her immediately, dark eyes still searching the crowd.
Instead of observing for your own project, you keep watching him instead. Another woman comes up to spark conversation with him- she includes you this time, welcoming you to your first night there. She asks if you need any help and you fight the urge to ask her what it’s all about, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself.
The woman wears a green jewel- so she is some sort of level higher than you. Perhaps she has a sponsor. She eventually asks Jungkook to join her for a drink and he politely declines again. She has the same reaction as the first, pouting lightly as she vanishes.
You can’t help but get a sick feeling in your stomach. You must be making a face, because Jungkook asks if you’re okay. “Let’s get a drink,” you respond. “I think I’m still nervous.”
And you are. But the inky feeling doesn’t go away when Jungkook is propositioned at the bar again- this time by a man. He’s beautiful with dark red hair and stunning green eyes. He wears a sapphire, glittering on an extravagant broach on the lapel of his suit.
“You’re an exquisite pair,” the man calls, leaning further on the bar to address you. “You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen- I could just eat you up.”
Jungkook makes a face. The man notices and he smiles- his smile reminds you of the bartender and you prickle again, straightening. “Ah, you don’t share. What a shame. I love the dynamic you two have- the shadow to her light, the darkness to her innocence. Well, I am here most weekends if you ever change your mind and want to share.” He hands Jungkook a card. “Have a wonderful night.”
You don’t know if it’s the base or your heartbeat pounding anymore. The way the man implied Jungkook doesn’t share- share what? You?
In a way, you are his to share. He has no idea how much you are his. The thought of him not knowing as he sips his drink makes you toss yours back. He raises his eyebrows as you order another one, making it a double.
Jungkook came all the way here with you because he’s your friend. Your best friend. Because he never lets you suffer through things alone. And instead of doing what you’re supposed to for your project, you’re being painfully awkward and letting Jungkook’s many suitors make you jealous.
Finishing your drink with a half-gag and a spinning head, you pull his hand. “Let’s dance.”
“We already did that.”
“No. Let’s dance.”
Jungkook doesn’t ask what you mean. He follows your lead, throwing back the whisky with a sour face. You drag him onto the dance floor. A buzz has settled into your veins and you pressed yourself between people, pulling Jungkook behind you. You’re no stranger to dancing with him, but the music is in your bloodstream, humming as you become alive.
You sway your hips, tilting your head back and closing your eyes as you let rhythm and instinct guide you. Jungkook is quick to follow. He molds himself against you, hands tracing your hips to settle on your waist. Electricity shoots through you and you almost stumble. His fingers are firm, gripping you and pressing you to him so that you can feel his chest against your back.
This is different. You don’t know why, but it is. You feel the artful movement of his hips, feel Jungkook’s break on the back of your neck and shoulder, the way his fingers pull at you, greedy. Your breath shudders out for you. You can smell his cologne- floral and soft on his skin. You don’t know if it’s the cocktails or Jungkook against you, but you’re drunk and dizzy with elation.
Pulling at your hips, Jungkook turns you around. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes. He guides your hands to loop around his neck and settles his own hands dangerously low. Jungkook has never had his hands on the top of your ass before, but they are now. His forehead is almost pressed against yours as he takes the lead, guiding your hips with his.
Your thighs are burning but you don’t care. The project has long been forgotten as his breath turns into yours. You fixate on his eyes, lips slowly curling into a smile. He grins back at you, pulling you closer, slotting a leg between your thighs and oh.
That is different. Jungkook’s jeans rub against your clothed core and you let out a sound that sounds like a moan. You snap your mouth shut, flushing from more than the heat on the dance floor. Jungkook’s grip on you tightens a fraction as he looks at you. And you know without a doubt that he heard it. That he knows the effect he has on you.
“What was that, baby?”
The name makes you flush. He’s never called you that before. Suddenly he seems closer than he was and the urge to close the distance between your mouths is clawing at you. You twist your fingers in his shirt, ready to crush your lips to his in a sudden bout of courage- a presence appears in your peripheral, something ominous and demanding, making you look.
Your mouth almost falls open- or maybe it does. Standing beside you is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen, and you can’t help but fixate on the man in front of you.
It finally dawns on you that this is what you picture when you hear about vampires. The man is tall with broad shoulders, his gold skin almost glowing beneath the dark collar of a button-up shirt. His hair is ebony, wavy strands falling into a pair of amber eyes that burn so brightly you feel as though you’ll disintegrate on the spot.
Looking at him scrambles your brain. Something in his gaze is pulling pulling pulling. You stare and stare. Something is screaming at you to look away but you’re fixated, the world falling away piece by piece until there is nothing but muted sound of the music and a faded canvas of bodies behind the man in front of you.
He smiles. You know that smile. It’s got the same edge to the bartender, the same sharpness as the man who gave Jungkook his card.
Jungkook.
You blind and the spell fades a little as you turn to look at Jungkook. His hands have moved from your waist to over your shoulders, crossing in front of you and hugging you to him. He’s staring at the man, enchanted for a moment. Then he blinks and he’s frowning, muscles coiling against you.
“I’m Taehyung,” the man introduces, tawny eyes flicking between the two of you. You can’t help but think he has the gaze of a tiger, hungry and feral. “Aren’t you two the most heavenly thing I’ve seen?”
Taehyung.
You realize it’s Kim Taehyung standing in front of you. The subject of your project and oh my god if you didn’t believe in your theory before, you do now. Kim Taehyung looks the epitome of supernatural beauty and graze, eyes flickering back to you as his rose red lips twitch in a smile.
“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Taehyung purrs to you. People have made room for him to stand unbothered, but their eyes shift to him like a magnet.
“You’re wearing diamond,” Jungkook notes, eyes fixated on the jewel settled in the hollow of Taehyung’s throat and the single glittering earring. Taehyung smiles at Jungkook, pleased. “You’ve got a keen eye. I am, in fact, wearing diamonds. I’m the only member you’ll find here who does, though. Unless Yoongi is around, of course.”
The name Yoongi sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t recall where you’ve heard of it. Taehyung doesn’t give you a chance to ask, gesturing toward the dark alcove where the private rooms are. Your heart thunders.
“Join me,” he says lightly. Something in his voice tells you it’s not a request, it's an order. His eyes drift to Jungkook, whose grip has tightened over you. “I play nice.”
“The bouncer said only people with mother of pearl are allowed to invite us to private rooms.”
“Good girl, you listened.” Taehyung seems genuinely pleased by this, but you squirm at the way his voice croons. “As your friend pointed out, I’m wearing diamonds. The rules don’t apply to me,” he winks.
Though Jungkook lets go of his protective hug, he doesn’t let go of your hand. You cling to him a little unbalanced and drunk. He keeps a firm grip on you, looking down to make sure you’re okay. At least, you think that’s why he’s looking at you and you nod, following Taehyung who has appeared on the other side of the dancefloor.
Weird. You don’t remember seeing him walk there.
A shiver crawls up your spine as Taehyung steps into the pitch black of the hall. You pass through the threshold- your ears pop, making you wince. You open your mouth, stretching your jaw to adjust the pressure once again.
The hall isn’t nearly as dark as you thought it was. The same velvet material lines the walls as the hall for the queue. There are no pictures, but metal sconces lighting the way with dull, gold light. Black doors with small plaques on them are lined on either side of you, varying from unoccupied to occupied.
Taehyung moves smoothly through the hall, passing all of the doors. You can hear nothing from any of the doors or behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, the hallway is dark as ever and no sound from the club reaches you.
“You won’t find what you’re looking for the way we came, Y/N.”
Your heart freezes when he says your name. You didn’t tell him your name. You turn to look at Taehyung. He’s standing at the end of the hallway in front of a large, wooden door. There is nothing that labels the status of the door’s occupants. You tighten your grip on Jungkook’s hand, suddenly hating yourself for coming here. To hell with your project, to hell with your theory. This was a terrible idea.
“Follow me,” Taehyung calls. He opens the door, walking into a dimly lit room.
You glance at Jungkook. His gaze is darker than you remember and his face is taught. “You’re safe with me,” Jungkook murmurs. “He’s not going to hurt you. Plus, this seems a bit theatric.”
“He knows my name.”
“You had to provide them a name and a blood test,” Jungkook points out. “I’m sure he would know your social security number, if you asked.”
The thought is unsettling, but Jungkook’s assurance for your safety warms you. It’s not just the liquor you consumed heating you. It’s the way he takes the lead, gently pulling you down the hall to the room where Taehyung vanished. It’s the way he ducks his head in first before nodding that it’s okay for you to enter.
It’s the way he called you baby right before Taehyung had interrupted whatever was happening on the dancefloor.
A lounge is what waits beyond the door for you. You arch your brow at how ornate and intimate the setting is. The floor is dark wood to match the small bar built in the back of the room. It smells like cigar smoke and spice. A record player in the corner plays soft jazz, setting the mood to match the soft chaise lounges, crackling fireplace and glittering sconces.
It looks like something out of an old 20s crawl space during prohibition. You can’t help but let go of Jungkook’s hand and wander over to a shelf with books and knick-knacks, hands hovering over signed cards from Louis Armstrong and a stunning portrait of Ella Fitzgerald with a personal message to Taehyung.
You turn to look at him. He’s leaning on the bar with a smirk, sipping on what appears to be whisky neat.
Your heart begins to thunder as you trail away from the mementos of a time that Taehyung seems to be fond of. As though he was there. As though he is intimately familiar with it. Jungkook only has eyes for you as you near him, offering his hand silently. You take it on instinct, though you were never really hand holders before.
“I’m a bit nostalgic,” Taehyung announces with a lofty sigh. He walks around behind the bar and tosses a mixing cup in the air before catching it. He starts to pull bottles from the shelves, glancing up at you with a distinct gleam in his eye. “I don’t keep much of my prized possessions here, but it does help me feel at home.”
“And where is home for you?” Your surprised you ask the question, voice far more confident than you feel.
Taehyung appears delighted as he makes a drink and gestures to Jungkook. “You were drinking an old fashioned, right? Sorry I didn’t use the smoker, I have a feeling you won’t really care.”
Jungkook doesn’t move. Taehyung arches a brow and produces another drink. “Vodka soda,” he calls to you, mouth lifting in a crooked grin. “I insist. Drink.”
There is no fighting his words. You find yourself moving toward the bar without remembering to make the decision. Jungkook is in tow, walking slower than you, as though he’s not as confident with his decision to approach.
The glass cools off your fingers as you lift it from the varnished top, hesitating while Taehyung looks at you through his bangs. You’re struck again by how intense his gaze is. He smiles slowly and something sparks inside of you- not the same way it does for Jungkook, but at a sudden wrongness.
You think it might be instinct, but you can’t put the drink down. You’re either unwilling or unable- you don’t know which.
Taehyung lifts his own drink and murmurs, “Salude,” before sipping his, amber eyes bouncing between you and Jungkook.
Both of you sip the drink- except you don’t just sip. You take a few gulps and set it back down, surprised at how much better his alcohol tastes than his bar.
“Why don’t you sit?” Taehyung gestures to the chase lounges. “You have questions, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
He pouts as he rounds the corner of the bar, walking over to you. Jungkook steps in front of you and Taehyung gives him a single annoyed glance. That single glance is enough to make you petrified.
In a single flash of emotion, you see something else in Taehyung’s face. Something cold and ancient and absolutely terrifying. You’re locked into place as you blink at him, but he’s smiling as he pats Jungkook on the shoulder and moving to a chair of his own, plopping down.
“I admire how protective you are of your girl, Jungkook. It’s admirable, really.” Taehyung sips his drinks as you and Jungkook stand frozen at the bar. A vein throbs in Jungkook’s neck as he stares at Taehyung, working his jaw. “However, if I wanted her, you couldn’t stop me. Now sit.”
Again, the decision to sit down is not your own.
Jungkook almost sits you on top of him. You’re sitting so close that your thigh almost overlaps his, a hand going tightly around your waist to tether you to him. You haven’t forgotten the low sound of his voice when he called you baby and you certainly haven’t forgotten the way his thigh felt between your legs.
You can barely concentrate on your fear with Jungkook’s fingers on your waist, burning through the fabric of your shirt like an exposed flame. You shiver. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything, his focus entirely on Taehyung.
“You have questions, do you not?” Taehyung asks, kicking his feet up on the edge of his chair. He looks at you specifically, eyes dancing behind the sparkling rim of his glass. “I’m intrigued.”
“You know us.”
“That’s not a question. And if it was, you’re wasting the time I’ve carved out for you.”
You fidget next to Jungkook, plucking at the rising hemline of your dress. You stare at Taehyung, watching as his eyes dip to your exposed thigh. You fight the urge to cover yourself- Jungkook splays a hand over your thigh, covering most of it. You want to sigh in relief and thank him, but instead your focus goes back to Taehyung.
“Why did you carve out time to let me ask questions?” You ask. “You obviously know who I am and my intention of coming here. I’m not sure how you managed, but you did.”
“Good girl, asking better questions already. Let’s just say I was intrigued. Let’s just say when Seokjin gave me the tip that someone was looking into me, I did my homework.”
You grit your teeth. Jimin had asked Seokjin to get you an in- he wasn’t supposed to tell him what you were doing it for. You struggled with your momentary annoyance, realizing the danger that you were now in. You had come to Nightshade with the intention of breaking the NDA you signed and risking Taehyung’s clientele and business.
That wasn’t nothing. And now he was watching you carefully as you struggled to come up with an answer.
“Don’t be too hard on Jimin,” Taehyung purrs. “He didn’t tell Seokjin that you were doing research on vampires. Seokjin has… a sixth sense, if you will. He pulled the information from Jimin’s mind, just sitting there for the taking.” Taehyung leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head to the side. “Tell me about your research.”
Again, the urge to tell him doesn’t come from yourself. It comes from somewhere else, a strong sense of powerlessness along with it.
So you tell him about your research. Every detail, starting with what turned you onto the subject and where you started. Jungkook’s pressure on your thigh increases as you speak, his eyes never leaving Taehyung for a moment. He’s so still that you almost forget he is there as you ramble, discussing Taehyung’s family tree and the journal entries that pointed you in the direction of what you believe is a third strain of vampirism.
Taehyung is a good listener- or at least, he mimes listening well. He nods in all of the right places and hums when appropriate, even complimenting you throughout your explanation, which is the most unsettling. You hate how sincere and curious he seems. It’s almost as though he is fascinated at watching a child figure something out.
When you finish, Taehyung sits back, arm resting along the length of the couch. You notice the rings on his fingers. They look old. You can barely make out a signet ring and something that looks like a family crest.
Taehyung catches you looking and grins, flashing his hand at you. “You really are the cleverest little thing, aren’t you? You managed to put together a mostly accurate theory about strains of vampirism and you must realize by now what parts of your theories are correct.”
You lick your lips. Your mouth feels dry as you nod. “You must have arrived in New Orleans like the document suggests. You have…” you gesture around. “A lot of influence from that period and a love for the culture and music. You pushed out the vampires there.”
Taehyung hums, setting his chin in his palm. “I did push them out. I don’t have any love for the strigoi. What you believe are strains aren’t strains at all- they’re breeds. But you had the right idea- congratulations.”
“So… you’re a vampire?” you ask softly. Any excitement you have is gone. Taehyung looks lethal and you realize that if he doesn’t intend to let you walk out, there is nothing you can do.
You’re fucked.
“For lack of a better term. Technically a jiangshi. I can walk in the sunlight, though it is a little irritating. I drink blood to survive. I don’t age. And I have a certain influence over people.”
“Compulsion,” Jungkook offers.
You're surprised he speaks. He’s been painfully silent the entire time. Taehyung looks just as surprised, a boxy smile spreading across his face. “Oh? You know a thing or two about it?”
Jungkook grimaces and gestures to you half-heartedly. “She likes watching vampire diaries.”
You go red in the face and push onwards, “That’s why when you told us to drink, we couldn’t resist. Or when you told us to sit.”
“That’s true. I don’t like forcing people to do things, but the two of you are incredibly stubborn. But come on, darling. Please ask me something interesting.”
“Why? You’re not going to let me report what I find here.”
“No, but consider that I’m having fun and I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about what I am for a very long time. Though this club was established for the vampires that are around to feed in privacy, most of the humans who consent to being here for long periods of time come back because of the euphoria and high they get from being fed on. While they’re somewhat aware of what’s happening, we compel them to forget most details.”
“That seems incredibly non-consensual.”
“Not at all- they’ve signed plenty of papers consenting to what happens here. We only make them for get the supernatural part- many of them know they’re sharing blood- but the exchange is remembered often in a sexual nature. The people who frequent here are one-hundred percent here of their own desire and volition.”
“And you want to answer the questions I have because it’s entertaining to you. Not because of any desire to let me finish my project.”
His grin was feline. “That would be correct.”
You glare. “I have no more questions.”
For a moment, Taehyung just stares at you, eyes sharp. The next second, he’s laughing boisterously, the sound filling the room. His hand goes to his abdomen, pressing against his crisp shirt as he continues to laugh. You stiffen beside Jungkook and dig your nails into the chaise, knowing that he’s laughing at you and not with you.
Temper flaring, you stand abruptly, Jungkook’s hand falling from your leg. The rejection from your favorite museums is still burning in your mind. You feel the same hot embarrassment that drove you to tears with Jungkook in your kitchen.
Taehyung's voice is like thunder when he says, “Sit.”
You immediately follow, gnashing your teeth as you try to fight his stupid compulsion. “Ask me the questions you had before coming here.”
Your mouth works over the words. There is an ache in your jaw as you clench your teeth together, feeling a strain working its way up your throat. Taehyung smirks and murmurs, “You’ll kill yourself fighting compulsion. Please don’t make me use my leer.”
Though you have no idea what his leer is, you let out a strangled breath. “Where did vampires originate from?”
“Egypt. The daughter of the goddess Sekhmet was sent to our plane to slaughter the Egyptians for their constant disobedience and disrespect of Ra. She produced offspring while she ravaged Ancient Egypt. Sekhmet was imprisoned in the city of the dead- I believe your friend Namjoon is acutely familiar with her.”
That takes you by surprise. What would… you gasp lightly. Namjoon had come home after a harrowing research trip in Egypt. He had promptly quit his job at the school and joined the private acquisition company that specialized in ancient artifacts and history.
“Is Namjoon a vampire?” you blurt, unable to help the question.
“No. He got lucky that his little tomb raider friend was versed beyond normal means in the supernatural. I believe you’re familiar with her branch of the Illuminati’s recovery business.”
“T-the acquisition place Namjoon works at is a part of the Illuminati?”
“We’re going off track,” Taehyung sighs breezily. “Please focus and go back to asking questions for your paper.”
“You mean questions about you?” You scoff. “You’re painfully cliche.”
Jungkook brushes his fingers on your arm in warning and murmurs, “I got it.”
You’re unsure what he means but he sits forward, glare on his face. “How many breeds of vampires are there and what- in a summary, please- is the difference between them?”
“Oh?” Taehyung turns his attention to Jungkook. “You’re not a history major.”
“Her research is important to me and I know it inside and out. Answer the questions.”
“I come from an ancient line that can stretch our heritage back to pre-dynastic China. The Mongol Empire drove my kind throughout regions of Asia. I was born in what is now considered South Korea. The differences between vampiric creatures are typically abilities and background, nothing more. The family trees you’ve mentioned in your research are not family trees by blood, but by turning. We share names as a part of our heritage and power.”
“What do you mean, abilities?”
“Just like different snakes have different types of venom and skin, vampires have different attributes. I’m not dead, though that might be hard to believe. Immortality and being alive are not mutually exclusive.”
“How does one make vampires?”
“The surest way is by consuming the blood of one. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t need to die to turn. Vampire blood contains a virus-like component that your blood cells will attack once it enters the stream. The moment your blood cells attack the vampire-cells, they’re infected and replaced with the same genetic material that makes up vampiric plasma.”
“I said simple,” Jungkook mutters. “So it’s a virus?”
“It works like a virus and it can spread through blood contamination, but it is a crude way to identify the gene. Think of it as genetic material.”
“So the plague?” You ask.
“Not the cause of vampires, but rather- people shared blood hoping that it would give immortality and healing abilities. Hence the massive spread of disease. The vampires you’ve identified in the Dracul bloodline are associated with what you’ve called porphyria- the disease gave them more mobility to openly interact with people during the plague.”
“Another breed?”
“Yes, the Upir,” he sighs. “Similar to strigoi. They come from the same region and have the same sensitivity in sunlight. Their blood has a thermal reaction to UV rays, so while they won’t burst into flames, they do get a mean sunburn faster than most people. They also tend to have blood lust far more than I’ve experienced.”
“What’s roughly the size of the population of vampires?”
For the first time that night, Taehyung shows genuine emotion. It’s brief, but you recognize pain flashing across his eyes, the twitch of his mouth toward a frown and the way his nose flares. You know the answer before he says it.
“Not many. At our height, there were probably around ten different breeds. Now? There’s two. Jiangshi and the strigoi.”
“Why?”
Taehyung gestured to the room around them. “There are almost no places in the world like this. What you see here is years of work and methodical planning to come up with a way for my people to feed safely. There is too much science and technology in the world for us to thrive without getting caught. And like I say- vampires aren’t born. They’re made.”
“Getting caught?” Jungkook asks, brows furrowing. “Are there like- hunters or something?”
Taehyung’s smile is strained. “There are those who know we exist, and who would prefer for us not to exist.” He claps his hands together, rubbing his palms together softly. You realize that the fireplace is dying and your glass has long been finished. “This has been nice. Thank you both for indulging in some discussion, it’s been so nice to talk freely with such curious minds. Perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
“Wait?” You ask, shooting to your feet. “You’re just letting us go?”
“Of course. I’ve collected my insurance. You’re not going to go running your mouth once your boyfriend turns.”
It’s not Taehyung calling Jungkook your boyfriend that makes your heart catch. In fact, you hardly gesture that. It’s the self-satisfied smirk on Taehyung’s rose-red lips as he stands languidly, lifting his glass filled with amber liquid toward Jungkook before he downs it, strolling to the bar.
Jungkook is fixed in his spot, face sheet-white and eyes round as he stares at Taehyung. His knuckles are white as he holds his glass. His hands are shaking- there’s nothing left in the glass, the old fashioned drained dry.
Slowly, Jungkook’s eyes dip down to the glass before they drag back up to look at you. You’re frozen in mute horror, mouth parting lightly as Taehyung’s words settled into place, locking onto your shoulders and pressing with more weight than you’ve ever felt.
“You’re lying,” you growl, spinning to face Taehyung. You can feel the tremor in your voice and your hands.
You never expected Taehyung to answer your questions so succinctly without something being in it for you. You wouldn’t have asked the questions at all, had he not compelled you to do so.
There’s no way someone as carefully planned as Taehyung turned Jungkook on a whim. Your brain begins firing synapses, putting together reasons that Taehyung wouldn’t turn Jungkook. His entire club is built on the foundation of secrecy and he said it himself- years of planning.
So why turn Jungkook?
Taehyung leans on his elbows against the bar lazily, looking like the cat who ate the canary. “I’m not.”
“What do you get out of turning him?” You demanded. “There’s nothing. You wouldn’t-“
“I get your vow of secrecy for starters. I won’t help him during his transition if you run your mouth. Additionally, you seem to be a prime candidate for the open position your friend Namjoon has created at the Illuminati.”
“You want access.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe I do.”
“You’re a vampire,” you spit between your teeth. “Compel them.”
“They know all about me, I’m afraid. Despite Yoongi’s influence with them, the Iluminati don’t like me.” His smile is predatory. “They’re not particularly fond of my involvement in stealing one of their artifacts.”
Taehyung gestures to Jungkook and says, “I will happily protect the little fledging provided your word you talk to no one about this place and that you provide research when I call on you. Yoongi is not nearly as dedicated to my projects as I need him to be and his loyalty cannot be bought. Yours can.”
“Y/N,” Jungkook murmurs.
You’re not thinking. Nothing makes sense and nothing matters. You see red on the edge of your vision and you hardly register your arm moving as you throw your glass at Taehyung. It surprises the vampire, based on his wide eyes. But he moves quickly, a blur of movement as the glass shatters against bottles behind the bar.
A horrible scream rips out of you, obscenities new and old as you leap over the coffee table with more agility than you expect. Taehyung grins wider as you behind to throw whatever you can at him, screaming at him to undo what he’s done.
What he’s done to Jungkook. Not you.
Nothing has been done to you for your prying. For your need to come here. For dragging Jungkook along.
Something horrible and terrifying is working its way through you and you feel the tears in your eyes as your rage peters out with a choke.
Guilt crashes on you so succinctly that you collapse on the chair, face in your hands as your tears spill over, hot on your palms and salty on your lips. “Fuck,” you whisper. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Taehyung announces, vanishing from the room.
You lift your head to see Jungkook is still standing in his spot. “Jungkook,” you plead, though you don’t know what you’re pleading for exactly. “This is my fault. I will find a way to fix this, Jungkook I am so sorry. Fuck this is all my fault, please, I-“
“Y/n.”
“I am so fucking stupid. I should have never brought us here. You were right, this wasn’t worth being right and I am a selfish, prideful idiot who-“
“Y/N,” he says your name again, softly but with purpose. You look at him through tear-stained eyes. “Let’s just go home.”
“I…”
Jungkook softens. “We don’t even know if he’s telling the truth, Indy. I don’t feel any different. The drink didn’t taste weird. Come on.” He holds out a hand. You drift to him, fingers yearning for his as you stretch your hand and lace your fingers with his. He gives you a squeeze and a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Everything is going to be okay.”
-
Nothing is okay. A few days ago, you woke up to an empty hotel room in a city an hour away from home. You can’t remember falling asleep, spending the entire night stressing and looking for any signs of vampirism as the night stretched on, but Jungkook was fine. He was normal- albeit, nervous and tired.
Then the morning came. You had launched out of your bed to… nothing. Jungkook was nowhere to be found. His things were in his room, but his cell was gone and his clothes from the night before were folded on the dresser. You even went as far as to extending your stay another night, spending every moment calling and texting him.
That night, you had gone back to the club. Tear-stained and with bloodshot eyes, you marched up to the nondescript building, only to be turned away at the door. The bouncer wouldn’t answer your questions. Didn’t even blink when you gave him Taehyung’s name and threatened to go to the police.
He had simply said, “You should go to the police if you think your friend is missing. Have a good night.”
Every phone call, text and voicemail went unanswered into the late night. You don’t remember crying more than you had that entire day, worried to the point of making yourself physically ill, only finding comfort in the cool tile floor beneath your bruised knees and the cold touch of the toilet as you sagged against it.
You had to return home eventually. So you did. Dodging the text messages of your friends. Making excuses.
We found nothing you assured them with unsteady hands, sniffling in the dark of your room. We did get a little sick, though. Jungkook has a fever.
No we don’t need anything.
I’m just going to take that part out of my research.
No you can’t come over.
Yes you can send me the notes for class.
Sitting in the dark of your living room, the silence presses in. You look at your text thread with Jungkook. Everything is burned into your mind with startling permanence.
The internet is no longer comforting. You scour the internet and pour yourself over every article you can find. Your search history looks like you should check yourself into a mental ward. Signs of vampirism. How do you know if you’re a vampire? Cures to vampirism.
You revisit your research and begin a new project. You comb through the genetic findings and family trees, wondering if you missed something. Taehyung had said that vampirism was like a virus- plenty of viruses could be cured. So why not vampirism?
Takeout cartons are piling on your counter and the sink smells something awful. You don’t take the time to clean- you have a single mission. Something stops you from calling the police- you know they won’t believe you and Taehyung’s threat… it holds sway over you.
Your searches and notes are littered- no, consumed with ways to kill a vampire.
It’s the thought of sticking a stake through Kim Taehyung that has you sitting in the living room in the dark, eyes burning. You scroll through the texts- you’ve sent over 100. Each one goes unanswered, but they’re delivered. Which counts for something, you think. It means Jungkook’s phone is on and even though he isn’t answering… he’s alive.
The thought that perhaps it’s about you occurs. You realize that maybe… maybe Jungkook doesn’t want to talk to you. Maybe this is real, and Taehyung did something horrible to him by turning him into a creature of legend and Jungkook rightfully blames you.
It’s fair. It’s what’s right.
You swallow past the lump in your throat but the tears break free anyway. You’re tired of crying but you can’t seem to find a way to stop. Jungkook is gone and you miss him.
The hole his lack of presence creates is pronounced and dangerous. For the last few years, the thought of you and Jungkook not being you and Jungkook had never occurred to you. You did everything together and nothing else… nothing else was like what you have.
What you had.
There are no updates on Jungkook’s streams. There are comments on social media and his YouTube page asking where he’s gone and why he isn’t streaming. You scour through them, hoping that maybe he’s logged in to look at comments or to tell people he’s taking a break.
But there’s nothing.
And it’s like Jungkook doesn’t exist anymore.
-
Something in your kitchen wakes you up. You’ve taken to not sleeping in your room- not a meaningful decision, but one driven by falling asleep on the couch crying or researching. Nights driven watching Jungkook’s favorite shows while staring at your phone.
Rubbing your eyes, you look around the room, eyes darting to the kitchen. At first, nothing looks different. The room is pitch black, your laptop dead with the cord unplugged. Someone in the parking lot drives by, lights flashing in your first-floor unit and-
A figure is standing in your kitchen. Your heart pitches to your stomach so violently that you feel like you might launch into a cardiac episode. A scream works its way up your throat and lodges itself there, unable to be set free.
You’ve never felt terror like this in your life.
And then the light over your stove flicks on, revealing Jungkook standing in your kitchen.
Your breath gets stuck for a new reason entirely. His hair is damp and hanging in his face. He’s in a giant t-shirt and sweats, his normal casual wear. Your heart begins pounding in your chest as you jump to your feet, ready to launch yourself at him.
“Please stay there,” he almost whispers. You stop moving. “I… just stay there.”
“Jungkook.” His name is soft and teary in your mouth. “Are you okay? Please tell me what you need.”
“Just need you to stay there I can… smell you.”
You inhale sharply and nod. You open and close your mouth. There are so many questions you want to ask but you shove them to the side. You just want to hug him and to ask what he needs you to do. You don’t care where he has been, you just want to know that he’s okay and help him. To fix whatever is broken.
To say sorry.
“Tell me what to do,” you murmur. “Tell me how to make this right.”
“I don’t know, but please don’t blame yourself.”
You break. You feel the seams rip loose as you collapse in on yourself and begin to weep in earnest. You just want to go back to the way things were. Before you ruined it. Before whatever… whatever was happening now.
It’s not fair that you’re crying. You’re not the one who has gone through hell and back- well you have, but it feels selfish. Why are you the one crying when Jungkook- perhaps a vampire- is standing in your kitchen looking lost. More lost than he’s ever looked.
“I’m sorry,” you croak, violently wiping your face. “It’s selfish of me to cry. I have no right to be crying.”
“Indy, it’s okay to cry.”
You shake your head. “I did this, Jungkook.” You bite your lip and nod as you think about it. “I wanted so badly to be right, to make myself feel important. I was… I was too obsessed with trying to prove something new to myself, as if it would make me feel better about the museum rejections.”
He drifts forward, soundless. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“There is when it results in whatever has happened here. I missed you in a way I don’t know how to describe. I don’t know- I don’t know what happened to you but it’s my fault and I’m sorry.”
“I voluntarily went with you,” Jungkook says firmly. “In fact, the hotel room was in my name.”
“But you went because of me, because you supported me and I…” You shrug. “I wasn’t punished for my vanity and you’re… I don’t even know.”
On instinct, you stand up and step toward him. You can’t help but seek his comfort and to comfort him in return. What you don’t expect is the snarl that ripples through him, vibrating every dish in your cabinet.
“Don’t come near me,” he hisses, eyes narrowed.
You startle, gasping and skittering backward as your hand flies to your mouth to hide the sound coming out of you. Jungkook’s eyes flash silver in the dark, like a predator whose eyes have been exposed to light.
A scream threatens to break through and a gross terror slides into your mind unbidden- is Jungkook there to kill you for what you’ve done?
It is both ridiculous and firm in your mind, taking root as you step back unsteadily.
“No,” Jungkook whispers, voice something like pleading. “Please don’t do that. Please don’t… please.”
You’re unsure what he’s asking, but you can see him better with the kitchen light on and he looks… defeated. His bottom lip wobbles and his eyes are round- no longer narrowed the way you saw them a moment before. No dangerous flash. Just brown, and just… Jungkook.
“I’m sorry.” You shake your head because you don’t know how to form words. You don’t want him to apologize, but you don’t know how to shape the words through your fear. “I’m sorry that I came here, but I wanted to see you. I didn’t know you would… smell so good and I… I scared you. Taehyung told me not to come here- told me it might be too tempting but I did anyways.”
“You don’t understand,” he continues, unbidden. “You fell asleep in the hotel room that night and something happened to me. You always smell good but you smelled even better and then I could hear the soft pulse in your neck… your heart beat. It sang every song I ever wanted to hear and there was a brief moment where I… where I thought it wouldn’t be so bad, if I just tasted you.”
Jungkook looks at the floor, eyebrows pinched and fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt, hands unable to keep still. “It was the worst moment of my life,” he whispers. “For a split second, I thought- what would stop me from leaning down and taking what I wanted? What I’ve always wanted? So I left. I had to leave. I found Taehyung and he kept his word.”
“He’s helping you?”
“Yeah. He’s not… terrible, despite what he’s done to me. I don’t like him, but he’s helping. Didn’t want me to see you, though. Thought I might…”
He trails off. You know what he was going to say. Taehyung thought that Jungkook might kill you. Because he now drinks blood for a living, and because you smell nice.
Jungkook takes a step forward and you take one back. He looks at you and lets out something that sounds like a whine, a soft sound that is so desperate you almost run to him and throw yourself into his arms, danger be damned. You want to.
But keep keeps you rooted as a million emotions flit across his face.
Jungkook has always been intense when he’s upset, but this is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. He’s standing in the dark of your kitchen, but his eyes almost glow. Headlights in the parking lot flash by your window briefly again, lighting his eyes up like white beacons of fire. You take a step back and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, needy like a whimper.
“Please don’t be afraid of me,” Jungkook whispers.
Of course you’re afraid. You haven’t seen him in days and he manifested in your kitchen like a shadow. He looks like your best friend and he sounds like your best friend, but he’s altogether different. There’s an edge to him as he soundlessly moves across the kitchen, tentative steps to you. He makes no sound, unusual for him.
But it's Jungkook. And the soft pleading in his dark eyes that you can just register in the dim light and the way he wavers at the threshold of the kitchen, watching and waiting for your consent… it makes you crack.
“I’m not,” you whisper.
“You are.” You hear the tremor in his voice. “I can smell it on you- just like I can smell everything else. You’re terrified of me and it’s my fault.”
“Jungkook-”
“I shouldn’t be here.”
He walks- no he glides to your door, moving with a grace that is more than just his usual, lithe steps. You bolt after him, reaching out to grab his arm as he reaches for the door. He reacts faster than your eyes can pick up the movement, wrapping a strong hand around your wrist and yanking you forward.
A sound of surprise laced with mild fears escapes you as he pins you against the hardwood door, caging you in as he steps forward. Your breath stutters as you look up at him, question dying on your lips as you really look at him.
Jungkook’s eyes are dark as midnight, but there is something glinting in them, sharp and shining. His hair hangs in his face and he’s breathing is shallow. His eyes are searching and burning and he presses a little bit closer to you and he’s warm warm warm. You shiver, despite the warmth and the smell of him- like rosewood and citrus, making your head dizzy.
You’ve always been close to Jungkook, always ignoring one another’s personal space. But this feels different. This feels hotter as his hands skate up your sides until he reaches all the way to your jaw, angling your face to him. Your pulse hammers under the pads of his finger, and you watch his focus shift from your face to your neck.
You can’t see the little canines peeking behind his lush mouth. But you suspect that they’re there, two little sharp points that could bite into the soft flesh of your neck. The fear you had moments ago is suddenly dulling, replaced with something else that burns in the pit of your stomach.
Everything you know about the fabric of the world has changed with him. And still… you’re pleading with him, murmuring, “Don’t leave.”
“You don’t understand,” he murmurs, almost a growl. He presses his forehead to yours and you push toward him instinctually. You’re drawn to him and your head is still spinning but you want nothing more in that moment for Jungkook to close the distance between you, to press his soft, pouty lips against yours. “If I don’t leave right now, I never will.”
“Please don’t,” you whisper. “Please.”
“Baby…”
Jungkook has only ever called you that once. Your mind flashes to that night, the single time during your friendship that you thought you could be more. When the touches weren’t familiar and they were intimate and you had been drowning in Jungkook. The night this all started, the night that Jungkook’s journey as… the word vampire sounds ridiculous and instead, you focus on the way he makes you feel.
The pet name licks a flame inside you and you bring your hands up to pull at his waist, suddenly greedy for the feel and the smell of him. Your fear is gone. “Bite me, Jeon.”
Jungkook makes a sound that sounds close a moan and you echo it. Every emotion that changes his face pulls you in in in. Your fear is replaced with something headier- needier. You angle you head, exposing your neck.
“Will it help?” you whisper.
“Hmm?”
He seems distracted and despite the rollercoaster of emotions, you smile. “Feeding,” you mumble. Your hands slide to his face, fingers delicately touching the bags under his eyes. “You look so tired. I just want to help.”
“I haven’t fed from a person.”
“How… do you?”
“Blood bags, like Vampire Diaries. Sometimes in cups.”
You trace your fingertips along his cheek bones. Brushing dark strands from his face, you cup his cheeks softly, searching. Jungkook is still there- your Jungkook. He’s reflected in his eyes, in the careful way he holds you and watches you.
“I trust you,” you whisper. What you really want to say is what’s weighed on you throughout his entire absence: I love you.
You love him. You know you do. it burns dully right at the center of your chest, flaring into an inferno when he gives you a gentle nod and leans forward. You feel your heartbeat quicken, threatening to burst from your chest as you drop your hands to clutch at his shoulders.
Jungkook’s breath hits your neck and you moan deep in your throat again. He echoes the sound but its deeper as he hesitates, lips so close you can feel him breathing. You twist your fingers further in his shirt, pulling gently and you feel him smile as he chuckles nervously.
A breath gets stuck in your throat as Jungkook brushes his mouth against your pulse point, a ghost of a kiss. You can’t help but shiver and his grip tightens on you. His name falls out of your lips in the soft voice. You feel it on your neck as he presses a firm kiss to your throat.
“That feels nice,” you sigh.
It does feel nice. His mouth is soft and intimate as he begins kissing your skin. It’s hard to focus on anything but the way his mouth presses closed mouth kisses down your throat, pausing at the junction of your neck and shoulder.
“Are you sure?” You nod your head, unable to come up with a response as your eyelids flutter shut. “Tell me if I need to stop.”
“Okay.”
Carefully, Jungkook kisses his way back to a spot on your throat that he seems to favor, nosing your delicate skin first before he brings his lips to your skin. His teeth scrap your flesh and you let out a breathy sound as Jungkook slowly bites down. The skin breaks and immediately the pinch of his teeth sends a sharp pain through you.
You tighten your hands but you don’t push him away, the throb dulling as he makes a sound deep in his chest. You pant against him, head cloudy. You feel lighter than you remember and you sag against your door, feeling the pull of Jungkook’s greedy mouth against you. His tongue laves at your neck and you moan loudly then.
Jungkook pulls away from you, gasping. He hides his face in your neck but you grab him- you want to see him. He protests and you pull his neck harder, moving his face away from your neck to in front of you.
For a moment, you don’t do anything but stare. You’re mutely aware that there is blood running down your throat. You can feel the hot liquid trailing on your skin, slowly dripping. Your neck hurts- but it’s a very soft pain, barely there.
Jungkook looks terrifyingly beautiful. Lips ruby, blood staining his chin. His eyes are black, pupils expanded as he stares at you in painful stillness. You know you should be horrified but you’re not. You know you should be concerned that he just bit into your neck, but you’re not.
“Kiss me,” you demand. You don’t know where the strength in your voice comes from. You push into him, tilting your mouth towards his but not closing the distance, letting him decide. “Please.”
Jungkook responds immediately. He presses his lips firmly against you, stick and wet with your blood. It’s just a press of lips and his mouth is soft soft soft and you inhale through your nose sharply, knees going weak and buckling.
Tightening his hold around you, Jungkook pulls away, staring down at you, eyes wild and bloody lips parted. “Can I really kiss you?”
“Please.”
This kiss is different. You can taste the salt and iron on Jungkook’s lips as he slots his mouth against yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Your tongue brushes his bottom lip and he growls, pressing your lips open to slide his tongue against yours.
Jungkook’s hands slide down your waist to your ass, squeezing firmly as his tongue explores the warmth of your mouth. Your hips cant against his, seeking friction where you want him most. You whine into the metallic kiss, sweatpants too thick for the feeling you want.
Growling into your mouth, Jungkook presses you flat against the door. You can feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest as the kiss turns messy. Jungkook’s teeth catch your lip and you feel the pinch of broken skin before blood slowly blooms in your mouth. Jungkook sucks your lip into his mouth, moaning as his tongue brushes over the wound.
It spurs you forward, the way he claws at you and kisses you as though he might die if he doesn’t have you sends you into a frenzy. You push into him, as though you can meld yourself to him. Your teeth nip at him back, sharply catching the corner of his soft mouth.
Jungkook breaks away and makes a sound of surprise, hand shooting to his lips, swollen from kissing you. You’re panting against the door, staring at him as he wipes the bottom corner of his mouth. His finger comes away scarlet.
“You bit me,” he smirks looking down at you. “You little vampire.”
You blush. The blood is drying on your neck, itchy and cracking as you extend your head again, showing off the bruised and marred flesh. “Don’t you need…. More?”
“I’m hungry for something else entirely, baby.”
The way he is looking at you sends you into overdrive. You make a sound, wiggling against him and he smirks, eyes looking you up and down. You must look a pathetic mess, stained with dried blood, clothes disheveled and lips swollen. But when Jungkook looks at you like that- gaze dark, hungry for something deeper- you don’t care what you look like.
There’s just Jungkook. He’s all you can focus on as your hands slide up his neck, carding through his hair and looking at his face without the shadow of his bangs. He’s ethereal as always, but gone are the cute, round eyes you’re so familiar with. Gone is the soft smile, replaced with two tiny fangs as Jungkook bites his bottom lip.
You can’t help it- a hand drifts down to his mouth, thumb gently prying his lips open. He obeys, letting you brush the pad of your thumb against the newly exposed fangs. They’re small and white, two sharp canines under your touch.
Jungkook’s tongue darts out, licking your thumb playfully as you retract your hand and make a face of fake disgust. He grins. “Sorry,” his voice is low. “Can’t help myself.”
“You didn’t have them earlier?”
He shakes his head. “Only come out when hungry and…”
“And?”
“Aroused.”
Your brows shoot up. “I see.” Your fingers trail his jaw. He’s so painfully perfect. “We should fix that.”
“Thank fuck,” he mumbles, hands shooting to grab you by the waist and haul you up.
You squeak, jumping a little last second to help him secure you in his arms. You’re a little higher than him now, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. He navigates the dark easily. You wonder if it’s the years of being in your apartment or supernatural sight that helps him.
It doesn’t matter. The heat from his body is real. He’s still a living, breathing person. He’s altered- you see it in the way his eyes dilate when he lays you on your bed, gaze drifting to your neck. You see it in the way his eyes flash every time they catch the light.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook says softly. His gaze doesn’t feel as innocent as his words. He climbs onto the bed, supporting himself so that he’s hovering over you. “I don’t tell you often enough- wasn’t brave enough to. But I think you are singularly the most beautiful woman in the world.”
You don’t know how to take the compliment. Your head automatically turns to the side as you grin into his forearm, placed next to your head. He laughs and leans down, nosing the side of your face, breath warm as he whispers, “Why does that make you shy? You weren’t shy a moment ago when you bit me.”
“It was different. That was physical.”
“So you only like me physically?”
“No!” you snap to look at him only to find that he’s grinning, back to leaning over you. You want to smack him for teasing you, but the feeling in your stomach and your chest make you fidget under him. His eyes track every movement, every reaction. “I like you… a lot.”
“As more than a friend?” You nod, eyes not meeting him. “Why can’t you look at me, then?”
“Because I’m afraid.” You feel Jungkook start to pull away and you grab at him. “Not of you! I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way. Because I’ve liked you for a very long time, and I didn’t know what to do about it.”
Jungkook presses you back down, head going to the side of your neck he hasn’t bitten. You’re pliant beneath him, head tilting to give him access. You’re already trained for what he wants or needs, ready to give him more.
Instead of biting you, he peppers your neck with wet kisses, tongue tasting your skin. “Indy,” he mumbles. “I have been in love with you since the first moment you walked into our Intro to Classical History class.”
“Really?”
His tongue licks along your jaw. You arch up into him, thighs rubbing together for friction. Of course he notices, smirking into your skin as he continues mapping your face with his mouth. “Yeah,” he breathes. “You wore the world’s tightest pair of jeans I’ve ever seen and an over-sized Tokyo Ghoul shirt- I remember being a little sad it covered your ass.”
You gasp as one hand moves from next to you to slide down your front, palming a breast gently. “You’re so gross, Jeon.”
He hums. “That’s nothing.” His hand goes further, tapping the outside of your thigh. “Open up for me, baby.”
Again, you follow his instruction without hesitation. You make room for him to settle on his knees between you. He sits up, eyes consuming you as you look up at him, batting your lashes. He inhales and his eyes flutter shut, fists opening and closing before he opens his eyes again. They’re zeroed in on you, making your heart catch.
“I can smell how wet you are,” he murmurs. He drags a fingertip along the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and sweats. “You’re dripping for me, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to do something about it?” He’s teasing you and you feel yourself flush. He pinches your skin slightly, making you squirm. “You gotta tell me what you want.”
“Want you.”
“Want me where?”
“My pussy, Jeon. Just do something.”
His saccharine smile makes you melt. Jungkook grips your sweat pants, pulling. You lift, helping him as he throws the clothing somewhere. You start to close your legs again but he grabs your knees, prying you open and tsking at you. “Such a pretty pussy,” he says, voice husky. “So fucking wet and pink. I told you,” he murmurs shuffling to his stomach. Your heart launches to your throat when he kisses a knee, eye-level with your dripping cunt. “I’m fucking starving.”
Despite his implications, Jungkook doesn’t go right where you’re hoping. He places hot kisses on your inner thighs, hands rubbing up and down your legs as he bites and worships them. You’re trembling, eyes fluttering shut as your hips twitch toward him.
“Jungkook,” you murmur, pleading. You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed being on display for him. Your core is throbbing for him to touch you, to do anything. He huffs a laugh as he presses his mouth dangerously close, nipping you as a lone finger brushes you from entrance to clit, pressing slightly. “Fuck.”
Jungkook’s eyes are glittering as he brings his finger to his mouth, glistening finger vanishing between red, sinful lips. He hums again, eyes focusing on your wetness. “Fucking delicious.”
You can’t stop the obscene moan that escapes your mouth when he ducks his head down, flattening his tongue to lick you slowly from hole to clit, where he pauses to circle his tongue a few times around the pulsing bud.
And oh fuck does it feel good. Every thought empties from your mind. It’s just the hot feeling coursing through you and the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue licking you slowly up and down. A guttural sound escapes you when he fastens his mouth to your pussy, sucking gently before popping his mouth off.
In a daze, you open your eyes in just enough time to see him let a line of spit drip out of his mouth onto your clit. Your hips jerk and you curse again when he grins, glancing up at you and murmuring, “I’m going to eat this fucking pussy until I’ve had my fill.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you time to consider what he means. His mouth is back on you, sucking and licking, making an absolute mess out of you. Your hands shoot to his hair, fingers twisting in his black locks as he gives appreciative sounds, tongue tracing your clenching hole.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Please.”
You don’t know what you’re asking for. Jungkook seems to, alternating from tracing his tongue through your folds expertly to sucking his clit into your mouth. His mouth sets of sparks with every lewd sound- and Jungkook isn’t quiet.
With anyone else, you might be embarrassed that the way he eats you out audibly, without shame and without a care in the world. It turns you on more, essence leaking out of you that his searching tongue catches.
Your orgasm is quickly approaching, that tight feeling mounting in your stomach as your breathing gets shorter. Your eyes are squeezed shut, hips rolling to time with his careful licks and sucks. You’re hot all over, a furnace under Jungkook’s mouth.
The dam breaks. You jerk forward, gasping as your legs squeeze Jungkook’s shoulders. You can hear nothing beyond the roar of your blood in your ears, see nothing but blinding stars behind your eyes. You sag back onto the bed, twitching and thighs shaking as Jungkook diverts from giving your clit attention to licking at your entrance.
Boneless, you try and move up the bed but Jungkook’s hands grab you by your ass, pulling back down toward his mouth. You look at him, feeling drunk as you see his dark head of hair between your legs.
Jungkook’s eyes are fathomless as he growls, “Did I say I was done, baby?”
“Sensitive,” you whine.
He kisses your inner thigh, leaving a wet mark of spit and your cum. “I’ll go slow,” he promises, not taking his eyes off of you as his tongue snakes out of his wicked mouth to prod at your hole. “Mmm. Want to taste you more.”
“Fuck,” you moan as his tongue relieves some of the pressure at your aching hole. But it’s not enough- not nearly.
Jungkook senses what you need, a hand leaving where he’s gripping you to trace between your legs. Gently, his finger circles the ring of your clenching muscles. Eyes finding yours, he raises a brow. “Is this what you need, baby? Need my fingers?”
“Please.” He kisses your clit, making you twitch. “Jungkook.”
“Sorry,” he smiles, though he doesn’t sound or look sorry. “Just wanna make you cum again.”
There’s not going to be a problem there. You swear as he slowly inserts a finger, brushing against the softness of you in all the right parts. You know you’re going to cum embarrassingly fast, especially when he inserts another finger, gently brushing your g-spot as he brushes his mouth over your thighs, wrist moving slowly.
You melt at his touch, letting him bring you to the edge again. You can’t stop the sounds coming out of your mouth or the way you writhe in his arms. He lets you squirm, attentive on fucking into you at a steady pace with his fingers.
When he deems you ready, he brings his mouth back down, tongue slowly laving at your clit.
You explode.
For a moment, you’re nowhere and everywhere all at once. You can’t think beyond anything other than the surging euphoria. You can’t recall ever cumming that hard, nearly unable to breathe as you float back down.
It takes a moment for you to realize Jungkook is kissing your lower stomach, hands rubbing up and down your quaking thighs as he looks up to you, eyes completely fucked out and mouth covered in your juices.
“You did so good,” he coos, placing a wet kiss on your navel. “You taste divine- better than blood. Much better.”
“Want you,” you mumble, surprised you manage to articulate the desire still burning in your stomach, hot and needy. “Please.”
“Yeah? Still want me?”
“Of course.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles, getting to his knees again. “You’ll have me, then. You’ll always have me- have always had me.”
Soft light filters in your room from the window. You watch in awe as he rips his shirt off. You’ve seen him shirtless before- he’s always been beautiful. But now in the glow of the dark room, Jungkook is a god.
You sit up, hands seeking. His skin is warm and flushed as your palms skim up his stomach and around his waist, careful and meaningful with their worship. Your mouth follows to pay penance, kissing at the newly exposed flesh, nipping at the delicate skin above his sweatpants.
Jungkook tilts his head to the sky, as if in prayer. Your tongue darts out to taste him, skin sweet and slightly salty from sweat. He lets out a soft mewl. Your fingers dig into his skin as they drag down, nails tracing red scripture in their descent.
You love him. Gone is the feral heat between you a moment ago when he licked at you with hot fury. Your touches are soft. Jungkook brings his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face as he looks down at you, eyes round and curious.
“You’re hypnotizing.” You pull at his pants and he lets you, shifting to discard the sweatpants and boxers. You nearly collapse at the sight of his heavy cock, bouncing. Its tip is weeping and pink, begging for attention. “All of you is perfect.”
Your tongue darts out to taste him, kitten-licking the tip. He moans deep in his throat, eyes shut as his fingers tangle in your hair. You suckle the tip of his cock, tongue tracing lazy circles before you pull back with a lewd pop.
Gently, you bring a hand to stroke him, nearly keening at how velvety his skin is. His cock jumps in your hand, making you smile at how much you affect him.
Slowly, you stroke him, bringing him back to your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you take more of his cock into the warmth of your mouth, humming delicately at the salty tastes.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans loudly. You’ve hardly set a pace when he pulls you gently off of him, making you pout. “I can’t,” he pants. “I’ll cum in a second and I don’t want to cum down your throat tonight. We can do that another time. I just want to fuck you- please let me make love to you.”
Jungkook’s choice in words have you spinning. Make love. You don’t know what that’s like- you’ve fucked men before, but never with meaning. Never with intentions beyond pleasure.
Carefully, Jungkook pulls your shirt off, tossing it in the dim room. He presses you back down on the bed, bringing his mouth to yours. Your tongues tangle as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You feel his cock brush your wet entrance and you groan into him.
The kiss tastes like a mix of him and you and the faint saltiness of blood- you don’t care. It’s a part of him, so it’s a part of you. Jungkook shuffles himself so that his mouth is pressed against your jaw, hot breath in your ear as he places open-mouthed kisses there.
“Condom?”
“I’m clean,” you gasp as his tip grazes your clit. “We got STD tests together, remember? I haven’t… since.”
You feel his mouth curve upward. “Me either. Taehyung mentioned vampires are… sterile.”
“Fine,” you mutter. “I don’t want kids- I want to adventure the world- with you.”
“Fuck.” His voice shakes when he says it.
Spurred by the need in his voice, you reach between you, gripping Jungkook’s cock in his head. He shakes above you as you brush the tip up and down your slit, gathering your essence to make him slick. You position his blunt head at your entrance, looking up at him. He doesn’t hesitate, rolling his hips forward to push into you.
The pressure doesn’t hurt, but you feel all of him. You make a sigh of relief and discomfort as he slowly slides into you. Jungkook fills every inch of you, the drag of his cock delicious. He bottoms out and stays there for a moment, stealing a searing kiss from you.
Your fingers wind in his hair. “Please move,” you mumbled between pressed lips. “Wanna feel you.”
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate, groaning as he slides his cock all the way out and pushes back in slowly. His pace is slow but deep, making it hard to breathe. Your hips roll in time to meet his thrust, an almost lazy pace like you have all the time in the world.
Your mouth is busy as you kiss Jungkook on his lips, jaw, chin, ear. It’s more teeth and tongue than anything, especially as he starts fucking into you with a smooth pace.
Everything in your mind goes haywire. You can barely think. You want to touch Jungkook everywhere, pulling and pulling him until he’s down on his forearms, chest pressed against yours. You moan at the feeling of his chest against your pert nipples, creating mind-numbing friction.
Jungkook notices. He ducks his dead down as he pumps into you, hitting deep every time. He wraps his mouth around a nipple, making you sing. Everything is overwhelming. You feel every part of him pressed against you and you want more. More more more
You want to drown in Jungkook.
You want him to sink his teeth in and never let go.
Turning your head to the side, you let out a high-pitch whimper. You can’t stop the noises coming out of you, squeaking and struggling to stop the shaky quality but you feel so fucking good as he fucks into you.
“Feels so good,” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust.
“Yeah it fucking does,” Jungkook agrees, licking at your neck where your blood has dried. “You’re fucking squeezing my cock, Indy. You gonna cum?”
“Yes yes yes yes.”
“Fuck I love the way you look right now. Dreamed of this for years.”
“Pervert- fuuuuuck Jungkook.”
“Cum for me, yeah?”
You nod and whisper, “Bite me.”
He grunts and bends down, immediately sinking his teeth in. There’s no pain this time. Heat blooms through you, a white-hot flame that catches you so off guard you go rigid, cumming with a scream.
You float. Jungkook slows his movements, fucking you gentle through the white noise in your ears and the heavenly feeling of weightlessness. It takes you a few moments to come back down from your high, feeling the way Jungkook’s mouth pulls at your neck greedily.
Tired and spent, you grab Jungkook by the hips, fingers sliding against sweaty skin. He detaches from your neck and kisses you, messy with spit and blood again. You don’t care, moaning into him without abandon, digging your nails into his ass.
Jungkook loses his slow pace and begins to slam into you, kiss turning to teeth bumping into teeth. He growls into your mouth, the snarl sending shivers down your body as you hold into him.
He fucks you with wild abandon, chasing his high. His moans get higher pitched and you run your nails down his thighs, pushing yourself into him with whatever energy you can gather. “Cum for me,” you beg. “Give it to me, Jeon. Come on.”
With a loud moan, he buries himself into your shoulder, shuddering above you. His muscles clench as he cums and pants your name, shivering above you for a moment.
Gently, you run your hands up and down his sides, kissing the side of his fact. You can see his mouth is covered in blood- and it doesn’t nearly freak you out as much as you expect. Because it’s Jungkook, and even though this is weird and he just drank your blood… you’re his. You have been for a long time.
Jungkook pulls out of you and collapses next to you, an arm going around your waist. He peeks at you from his sweaty hair and you can’t help but feel your heart leap in your chest.
“You didn’t kill me,” you murmur. “Pretty impressive, Jeon.”
He grins, tired. “It’s because I love you.” He shifts so that he can hold your gaze in full. “I know I have a lot to figure out, and I understand if you don’t-“
“I want to,” you cut him off. “Because I love you too.”
“Yeah?” He brushes the hair from your face. You nod and nip at his wrist, making him laugh. “Maybe you’re a little bit of a vampire too, hmm?”
“I’ll leave that to you,” you yawn. Jungkook pulls you close and nuzzles you. You don’t care that your sweaty and sticky with cum and blood. You just want to be close to him.
And your happy. Despite how afraid you were while he was gone. Despite the fact that there is an entire unknown ahead of you. It’ll be okay because you have Jungkook and he has you.
“By the way,” Jungkook muses. “Were you researching how to kill Taehyung?”
You hesitate. “I was kind of mad.”
“I see. And now?”
“Jury is still out.”
He chuckles. “Love you, Indy.”
“Love you, Jeon.”
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This is right here...IS A FUCKING MASTERPIECE. I have never in my entire life been so in love with the mc and the love interest in a fanfic in my life. I'm kinda at a lost for words. I'm not even a big fan of the whole friends to lovers trope or vampire fics, but...this is... something else entirely. This is... beautiful. I honestly want to cry with how well this story ended up going. Gosh, I don't wanna post spoilers but sheeesh man. Writer, if you EVER wanna continue this couple....just know( please )....that I AM NOT opposed to it. And trust, I am NOT the only one. You have a great day, you beautiful person, you.
Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.
It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.
Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.
It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.
This sort of behavior is classified as “para-suicidal” It’s putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.
