idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m)
>>pairing:jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc
>>genre:s2l, fwb, smut, angst
>>word count: 40.9k besties i am so sorry
>>warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk, 1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink
>>notes: bruv i do not have anything to say for myself EXCPET that i worked v hard on her and i really hope u like it <3 beta: @birbdae tysm for dealing with this, she is long lmao >>> soundtrack
this is split up by seasons, so if 40k is a lot for one sitting, you can read one season at a time if that is easier :)
>>summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.
Cherry Topper [Seokjin x Reader]
⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq
⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Friends to Lovers | One Shot
⟶ Warnings: TA!seokjin, a handful of bickering, pining, valentine’s day themed, dom!seokjin, oral (m&f), food-play, unprotected sex, spanking, candy themes, etc,
⟶ WC: 17.6k
⟶ Summary: Seokjin is a chaotically fun-loving guy who works long and hard hours at his successful, family owned candy store named Kim’s Sweet’s Shop, located on the corner of Cherry Lane. Being consistently busy with the labor of his work schedule and attending college to finish off his masters program, he has a very little social life and definitely does not have time for dating on this romantic, hectic holiday. But from right under his nose, one of his many admirers just so happens to be the sugar-coated treat that he’s been missing out on.
⟶ Banner Credit: @dee-ehn - my friend, thank you so much for creating this beautiful banner for me. you are the best editor and ily!
⟶ Beta: Thank you so very much @shadowsremedy for helping me through this fic! I really needed your input on a lot of things. Also thank you @ppersonna for taking the time to read through this before posting as well! You two both helped me so much! I can’t even describe how much you two mean to me!
⟶ Teaser: “Seokjin responds with a coy smile, flashing his near perfect set of beautiful teeth while his eyes are trained on his book. There’s a small tint of red touching the tip of his ears but you ignore it only because he regains your attention with the click of his pen.”
⟶ Author’s note: This fic is written for Be My Bangtanvine! collab - hosted by yours truly. Please show love!
Summary: With summer soon coming to an end, Y/n tries to make the best of it before her classes start. And that means finally asking out the guy she has been pining over all summer. What better way to get the guy’s attention than to receive a little help from his best friend, Seokjin?
Pairing: seokjin x female!reader
Genre/au: comedy, romance, fluff, slight angst, 1980s au
Warnings: some mild cussing. That's it.
Word Count: 14.4k
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Summer was soon coming to an end, which sucked for Y/n. All she did during summer was sleep, eat and watch television. Compared to how confident she set a goal for herself at the beginning of summer that she was going to be productive and do exciting things. That all turned out to be a bust.
She’s only been out in the sun twice. Both from hanging out with her friends. They all claimed they were going to the beach, the mall–Have the best time during summer. In the end, it was hard to get everyone together with summer jobs and their own things going on.
Sitting in the passenger seat of her friend’s car, she looked out the window as the music from the radio filled up the car. Her friend behind her sang along loudly to the lyrics, not caring that they were all out of tune and not in sync at times.
An excited thrill left her friend’s lips as her grip tightened on the steering wheel. “There they are,” she sang as she turned the corner to follow the sign that had ‘Car Wash’ in big bright red letters.
Y/n immediately fixed her posture as sat straight, eyes fixed on the group of boys working at the car wash. Ever since the beginning of summer, the car wash has been going on every week in support of a charity by some boys she found out attended the same college as her. They were all very handsome. A big reason why they always had a line of cars every week on Fridays when they’re open. And of course for charity. At least that is what the customers state.
Even though every man at the car wash was good looking, she only had her eyes stuck on one. Holding a clipboard in his hand as he spoke to the driver of a car a couple of cars in front of them, Kim Namjoon nodded his head as he wrote something down. Once he was finished, he sent the driver his dimpled smile that made her melt every time and signaled for them to move up.
The car drove forward to where the rest of the men were, all with buckets of water and hoses in their hands as they washed some of the cars that had already paid. Y/n rubbed her sweaty palms in anticipation as they got closer to Namjoon. Everytime she went to the carwash, she always managed to make a fool of herself in front of Namjoon.
The first time was with her family. Her parents being the kind souls they were, went in support for the charity and to not have to worry about cleaning the car themselves. She remembered when she first saw Namjoon. It felt like the air knocked out of her. He had such mesmerizing eyes and a beautiful smile. She melted into a puddle on the spot.
Not to her luck she got embarrassed by her parents. Sitting behind the driver’s seat in the back, she watched as her father had a small conversation with Namjoon. As they were talking, one of Namjoon’s friends that was helping with the car wash went up to him and handed him some papers. He had a soft shade of brown hair and was wearing an all denim outfit. Taking it from his friend, Namjoon placed them on the clipboard in his hand as he continued talking. Luckily there were no cars behind them since they were about to end it for the week.
Finding out that they attended the same college, her father brought up, “Oh! My daughter goes there as well! Do you perhaps know her?”
She sank into her seat in embarrassment quickly before Namjoon and his friend could turn his head to her. Did her dad not understand that many students attend the college and that there are multiple classes at multiple different times? Even worse, the window was half-way down, almost allowing them to see into the car if she didn’t duck.
Y/n’s seven year old sister that was sitting by the other window let out a laugh, pointing a finger at her. “Y/n’s trying to hide!”
“Shut up,” she whispered to her sister.
“Sorry about that. It seems she’s shy right now. She’s never usually like this,” her father exposed her even more.
Namjoon’s sweet laugh hit her ears. “It’s no problem.” Telling her parents to move up to get the car cleaned, Y/n finally lifted up from her seat, peeking out the window. Luckily, Namjoon didn’t seem too focused on the interaction, going back to viewing the papers on the clipboard in his hands. However, she did see a pair of eyes in her direction. The guy beside Namjoon had an amused smile on his face as his eyes followed the car. She swore they even held eye contact for a moment.
The second time was when she hung out with her friends the first time during summer about a month ago. They hung out the whole day, leaving Y/n extremely tired by the end of it. She fell asleep in the passenger seat. Without her knowing, they decided to stop by the car wash before calling it a night.
Next thing she knew, she was awoken by the sound of water splashing and chatter. She let out a groan as she slowly opened her eyes. Once her eyes got adjusted to her surroundings, they widened once she realized what was going on. Three of the handsome men surrounded her friend's car, washing over it with the yellow sponges in their hands. Namjoon was included in the wash.
In front of her, she saw him scrub the windshield. Embarrassment hit her at the fact that he saw her asleep in the car. Noticing that she had awoken, he gave a smile to her as he continued scrubbing. “Sorry to wake you,” he apologized in usual warm, deep tone.
That was her chance to actually have a conversation with him. When she opened her mouth to speak, a gasp left her throat instead when she saw someone spring up to her right. Namjoon’s friend with the soft, light brown hair stood up to his feet. She didn’t realize that he was washing the side of the car where she was at. A soapy sponge was in his hand, some of the soap sliding up to his elbow.
A smirk was on his lips as he looked at her. “You got a little something,” he pointed to the side of his mouth, “right here.”
Bringing her hand up to her own face where he pointed, she felt a small bit of droll pool down the corner of her lip. As if it couldn’t get any more embarrassing. Namjoon let out a snicker as he moved over to the other side of the car, washing the left side of the windshield.
Glancing back to the brown haired guy, her eyebrows furrowed downward in frustration from seeing a teasing smile plastered on his face. No doubt he purposely commented on that to mess with her.
“I’m Seokjin,” he introduced himself.
Her eyebrow raised at his sudden introduction as she wiped the drool off with the collar of her shirt. Not exactly a perfect moment to give a name. “Y/n.”
“You know,” he extended a hand out to lean against the car to gaze down at her, “I’ve never heard someone snore that loud before. Sounded like a tractor.”
Y/n sent him an offended expression. What was his damage? Who says that? A scoff left her lips before letting out a force chuckle. “Aren’t you charming,” she sarcastically told him.
“I try,” he swiftly commented back with the same taunting grin.
She let out another fake laugh. Moving her eyes to him, she gave him a sarcastic smile. “Eat my shorts.”
Giving her one last grin, he walked over to the back of the car and continued cleaning. Y/n admired Namjoon for the rest of the wash until they were done. Driving back on the road, her friends talked about the encounter at the car wash.
“That guy with the brown hair was totally into you, Y/n!” one of her friends chirped from the back seat.
“Ugh. Not even!” she spat out with a sour expression. “If that was his way of flirting, he definitely needs to work on it. Plus, I have my eyes set on his friend anyway.”
“Which one?” her friend in the driver’s seat asked.
“Namjoon. The one with the dimpled smile.”
“Oh, yeah.” She nodded her head as she remembered. “He’s rad.”
“Totally,” she agreed.
“So when are you going to ask him out?”
Y/n froze. Ask him out? Would she be able to do that without backing out? Being around Namjoon never went great. But perhaps she should take that chance.
Thus brings them back to present time. Y/n had plenty of time to prepare. She was determined to ask him out. As her friend in the driver’s seat was done paying Namjoon for the car wash, she gestured her to head to signal Y/n to talk to him. But before Y/n could say anything, a familiar voice was heard beside her.
“Hey.”
She whipped her head to her right, seeing Seokjin standing beside the car, looking down at her. Her face rested to a blank one, upset that Seokjin was choosing to bother her once more.
“What do you want, Seokjin?”
He slightly bent forward, resting his hands on the sides of her window, fingers curled around the open window. They were now staring at each other due to his position. “I just wanted to bring up last time…” But his voice drifted from her attention, hearing Namjoon tell her friend to go forward. Removing her eyes from Seokjin, she caught Namjoon walking away. They were the last car for the night. No doubt he was getting ready to leave.
A groan left her lips. She missed her chance.
Seeing that she wasn’t paying attention to his words, Seokjin rolled his eyes as he stood back up straight. He scoffed in amusement, causing her to snap her head back at him. “I’m trying to apologize for my behavior but you’re not even listening to me. You don’t deserve my apology.”
Then she watched as he walked away as well. She released a frustrated sigh as she sank into her chair. That definitely didn’t go as planned.
With the end of summer quickly approaching and the car wash soon coming to an end, Y/n was determined to ask out Namjoon before that happened. Only two more Fridays until she stops seeing the car wash. And this upcoming Friday, she was bound to ask out Namjoon.
Using her dad’s car, she got in line for the car wash. Knowing that the car wash was soon closing, many others wanted to attend to get one last wash from the handsome men. The line was much longer than it had been before. Once she was close to reaching Namjoon, she planned what she was going to say in her head. It was simple. Just ask him out.
She took a deep breath as she stopped the car beside him. They firsted talked about the car wash and paid him. Then before he asked her to move forward, he breathed out once more and put her plan into action. “Hey, um–” His eyes glanced up from his clipboard to her. “So… I was wondering if you maybe–” She tried her best to play it cool, resting her elbow on the steering wheel. But as she leaned against it, her elbow slid to the car horn. It made her jump from the sudden, loud honk.
Namjoon chuckled at the sight as she tried to compose herself, hands gripping tight onto the steering wheel. “Are you ok?”
“Mhm,” she hummed out in embarrassment, putting her attention forward as she refused to look back at him.
“Good,” he responded back before saying, “You can move up now. Since we're high on customers today, we’re only having one worker wash a car at a time.”
“Ok thanks,” she mumbled as she pressed down on the gas pedal.
Y/n felt like slamming her head on the steering wheel. Why did she lean against the wheel like that? There went her chance. Again. Pulling up to an open spot, she groaned out once more. The event kept replaying in her head, wishing that it went differently.
“That was painful to watch,” a voice suddenly said.
Y/n knew that voice all too well now. Turning to her left, she saw Seokjin walk by the car. A large bucket of water was in his hand. Stopping in front of the hood of the car, he placed the bucket down then sent her his usual teasing smile.
She rolled her eyes at the sight. “I really don’t need to hear your helpful comments, Seokjin.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. Just here to wash your parent’s car.”
As Seokjin grabbed a sponge from the bucket to prepare, Y/n leaned back into the chair as thoughts ran into her head. Why did everything go wrong whenever she was around Namjoon? It was like the universe was against them. Not only that, but it seemed like Namjoon was showing no interest in her at all. Perhaps he didn't find anything charming about her. If his feelings were mutual to hers, surely he would have made some attempts to actually have a conversation with her too. He showed more interest in his clipboard than anything.
She let out a defeated sigh. Maybe Namjoon and her weren't meant to be. There was probably someone out there she was truly meant to be with.
The sound of water interrupted her thoughts. Y/n glanced back at the man washing the car. Seokjin was already at work. Water spread over the hood as Seokjin scrubbed it with a sponge. Bubbles of soap were appearing. At that moment, the sunlight hit him perfectly. The rays of sunshine bounced off his fluffy hair and skin, making him glow in front of her. The soap was twinking by his hands, looking like sparkles. It seemed as if time slowed down, somehow making him move in slow motion.
Y/n’s eyes shined, widening in awe as realization hit her. Poking her head out the window, he called out in a soft tone, “Seokjin.”
At the sound of her voice, he snapped his head up in surprise and made his way over to her. He rested his hand on top of the car, leaning his head down towards her to hear her better. Their faces were now very close as they stared at one another for a moment. Time continued to slow down. The sound of chatter and water running disappeared from their hearing. All they focused on was one another.
“Yeah?” he replied back in a breathless tone.
“How well do you know Namjoon?”
Every loud noise around them returned. Seokjin brought his head back slightly from shock, eyes blinking in confusion. “Huh?”
Sure Namjoon might not have an interest in her now but that doesn’t mean she can’t try to gain his interest. “How long have you known Namjoon?” she rephrased the question.
“Um.” Seokjin collected his thoughts as he moved his way over to where he was standing before. He grabbed the sponge as he answered, “He’s my homeboy. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
“Really?” She smiled enthusiastically at his response. Now comes the real question. Nervously placing her words together in her head, she hesitantly started, “I want to apologize for not listening to your apology that one day. It wasn’t my intention to ignore you.”
Seokjin titled his head to the side at her words, puzzled. But either way, he said, “It’s alright.”
Then she continued on with a relieved expression, “Great, because… I know this might sound a little strange… But do you think you can help me get Namjoon's attention?” Seeing Seokjin’s expression stay the same, having a moment to take in her words, she immediately went on to explain herself, “I can’t seem to ask Namjoon out. And I want to do it before summer ends. Since you have known him for so long, you can help me learn things about him that can help me gain his interest.”
Seokjin’s face finally changed, giving a blank look as he nodded his head. Taking a towel he had beside the bucket, he wiped his soapy hands as he slowly walked back towards her. A nervous pit was resting in her stomach. It felt nauseating to wait for his response, instant regret hitting her for what she just asked of him.
Once he stood beside the door to glance down at her, the mischievous smirk reappeared. “What’s in it for me if I help?” he asked as he tossed the towel on the hood when his hands were dry.
Of course he would say that. But she suppose it was only fair. “I’ll pay you if you’d like.”
“Hm.” He gazed up at the sky as if to be deep in thought with her offer. Then he quickly placed his eyes back on her. “How can I refuse that? How much?”
“Depends on how the results turn out. Give me useful tips and you’ll be rewarded.”
“Deal.” Extending his hand out towards her for a handshake, she gave a smile as she took his hand and shook it. After pulling his hand away, she grabbed a small notebook and pen her parents leave behind in the car, she wrote her number down and handed it to Seokjin.
“I’ll give you a call when I have time to meet up.”
***
A nice, sunny Saturday morning approached. Y/n was in the living room with her younger sister. They both still wore their pajamas as they sat comfortably on the couch with a bowl of sugary cereal in their hands. Their eyes were glued to the television in front of them, watching a cartoon that was playing.
The sound on the home phone began ringing. Despite the loud noise ringing in the air, both of them didn’t move an inch, taking another spoonful of cereal into their mouth. Watching them stay still in the kitchen, their mother groaned as she made her way over to the phone, which was resting on a small table beside the couch they were sitting on.
“Let me just answer the phone since you two are so busy,” their mother sarcastically said with a fake smile.
“She’s closer,” Y/n mumbled with the food in her mouth, pointing her spoon at her younger sister.
“Y/n’s older. She should answer the phone if it ends up being someone important,” her sister defended herself.
“Oh, both of you shush.” Their mother rolled her eyes as she picked up the phone, the springy cord following it as she brought it up to her ear. “Hello?”
Y/n placed her attention back on the cartoon characters on the television screen. A small chuckle left her lips from watching a funny event happen, placing another spoonful in her mouth. “Kim Seokjin?” she heard her mother say. Shocked by the name that left her mother’s mouth, she choked on the milk. Coughing loud to catch her breath, she quickly stood up and placed her cereal down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
“I got this,” she weakly said, her voice still recovering from her choking. Quickly making her way to her room, she called out, “And do not eavesdrop.”
Closing the door to her room behind her, she went over to her phone by the bed. She picked it up and placed it by her ear. After taking a moment to clear her throat, she spoke into it, “Hey, Seokjin.”
“Hey. I’m calling to let you know I’m free to meet up after work at six.”
“At six,” she repeated with a head nod. “I can do that. Where should we meet up?”
“How does Bobby’s Burgers sound?”
“Sounds great.”
“Good. I’ll see you there. And you better be there on time. If I wait long, I’ll leave.”
“Got it. See you there.” Ending the conversation, she pressed the phone down in its slot. Stepping out of her room and heading back to the living room, she raised an eyebrow from seeing her mother and sister quickly move from the phone in the living room. Of course they were eavesdropping even though she said not to.
***
Sitting on her bed with music playing from the boombox in the background, Y/n held a magazine in her hand. Her eyes canned through the latest fashion trends and heartthrobs in the pages. She was so caught up that she forgot about the plans she made.
The door to her room swung open, her little sister barging in without a care. “Can I borrow some scrunchies?” she asked as she walked over to her vanity and rummaged through the drawer before Y/n could answer.
Y/n gritted her teeth as she slammed the magazine down on her bed. “I told you to stop coming in here without my permission.”
Her sister ignored her words as she picked out some scrunchies, observing the colors. “It’s already six. Shouldn’t you be on your date?”
“Date?” Face twisted in confusion, she tried to understand what she was talking about. Then it hit her. Seokjin. Bobby’s Burgers. At six. “Oh, crap!” she yelled as she sprung up from her bed and ran to her closet. How could she forget? Seokjin was definitely not going to help her now that she’s late. He probably already left the diner by now.
Quickly picking out some clothes, which was a regular yellow t-shirt tucked into some denim shorts, she rushed to get ready and head to the living room, spotting her mom watching television. “Dad is still at work, right?”
“Yes. He won’t be back until eight.”
A groan left her lips at the response. She didn’t have a car to get her there. And she can’t walk to the diner. “I need a ride. I have to meet with someone.”
Her mom’s eyes lit up, turning to her. “Oh, right! Your date.”
Y/n released another groan. “It’s not a date. He’s just a–” she paused, nose scrunching up as she tried to find a word to describe her relationship with Seokjin, “friend.” Seokjin definitely was not a friend to her. But it made more sense to describe him as that than what she is actually going to meet up with him for.
“Well, your dad took the car. There’s only one other thing you can take.”
“Oh, great.” Y/n immediately understood what her mother was referring to.
***
Huffing, Y/n peddled fast on the bike, holding a right grip on the handles. It was her younger sister’s old bike. It was a shade of pink with a white basket in the front. Her sister claimed that she was too old for the bike and wanted another one. So the pink bike has been sitting in the garage ever since. Her chest was heaving, already going out of breath due to her not riding a bike for a long time. Heck. She can’t even remember the last time she went out for a walk. Her thighs and calves were burning. No doubt she was going to feel sore in the morning.
Once she reached the diner, relief hit her. After parking on the bike slot, she hurried into the diner. Glancing at the clock on the wall when she entered, the time read twelve minutes past six. There was no way Seokjin was still there.
To her surprise, when she turned to the booths, her eyes widened when seeing Seokjin. He was sitting alone at a booth, eyes going through the menu in his hands. She hurried over and took a seat across from him. “I’m sorry–”
“Finally you have arrived,” he said while taking a peek at her then moved his eyes back to the menu.
“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here. You told me you were going to leave if I was late.”
“Lucky for you I am hungry. I decided to stay to have dinner.”
“By yourself?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he placed the menu down. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Now able to see his face, her eyes scanned him up and down. Usually she would only see him in his denim outfit for washing cars. This was the first time seeing in a different outfit. He wore a green flannel with a basic, white shirt underneath.
Giving a small nod in agreement, she grabbed a menu. Presenting it in front of her, she pretended to scan through it. She’s been to Bobby’s Burgers many times. She knew exactly what she wanted. But it was to reduce the awkward tension around. She can’t remember the last time she hung out alone with a guy.
“Are you ready to order now?” a worker’s voice popped up beside her.
Snapping her head to the waiter, Y/n gave a smile upon seeing who it was. “Mia.”
The woman beside her was wearing the baby pink dress with a white apron that the waiters usually wear. Moving her attention away from the small notepad in her hands and placing it on Y/n, she returned the smile. “Y/n! It’s great to see you. How has your summer been?”
“It’s been… great,” she lied. “Yours?”
“It’s been alright. I’ve mainly been working here this summer. You know how summer jobs can be.” She let out a giggle as she brought her pen to the notebook. “So what can I get for you both?”
“I’ll have a cheeseburger, some medium fries, and a coke,” Y/n replied, Mia writing down her order as she spoke.
“I’ll have the same thing but with extra onions on my burger,” Seokjin said.
“Got it,” Mia chirped as she finished writing. Tucking the pen and notepad into the pocket of her apron, she leaned over to grab their menus. “Your food will be with you shortly.”
Once she walked away, Seokjin folded his arms on the table, getting comfortable in his spot. “So what would you like to know about Namjoon?”
“Um… Anything, really.”
Seokjin thought for a moment, trying to remember anything interesting to bring up about Namjoon. Namjoon and him were total opposites at times. He never found Namjoon’s hobbies and interests something to be excited about. Something crossing his mind, he snapped his fingers as he said, “He loves science fiction. Books, movies—You name it, you’ve got his full attention.”
“Science fiction?” Y/n repeated. She did find the genre captivating at times, but she can’t say she is a lover of science fiction. Not typically what she would go for.
“Yeah. And speaking of books, he also loves to read books. It doesn’t just stop at science fiction. Although it’s his favorite, he reads whatever catches his interest. He even has bookshelves filled in his house.”
Another thing that stumped her. She doesn’t read books very often. Usually she’s a bit picky with books and has a short attention span. Even if she’s fully immersed in a book, laziness hits her to actually sit down and finish it. So many words and pages to go through.
Once the waiter dropped off their food, Y/n munched on her burger as she listened to Seokjin go on. Namjoon was a lover of animals and has many pets. She has never owned a pet in her life. Often in the mornings, Namjoon would wake up early for a run. He enjoys going on hikes and being in nature. She hardly left her house and can’t remember the last time she went on a run. High school during her physical education class was most likely the last.
“In high school, he was valedictorian in our grade. He was involved in many school activities. Teachers loved him,” Seokjin said as he ate his fries. “And he played basketball and soccer during all his years in high school. Despite him not having any experience beforehand, he immediately became one of the best players on each team.”
More stuff she couldn’t relate to. She wasn’t athletic nor involved in high school. “Wow,” she breathed out in envy, twirling the straw in her drink, “Namjoon really has it all together.”
Then a smile appeared on her face. Even if she couldn’t relate to Namjoon and have similar interests, he was still amazing to her. She admired his hobbies and enjoyed hearing about his past. Namjoon sounded like a dream.
“Sure does,” Seokjin agreed once he swallowed the bite he took from his burger.
Taking a sip from the straw, she watched Seokjin place some fries in his mouth. His demeanor seemed to have changed. His shoulders slumped slightly. His tone when he answered was a mixture of frustration and sadness.
Scanning his face, she took in his look. Pushing his handsome features aside, there was an uneasy gaze in his eyes. Eyes flicking down to his hands resting on the table, she observed his fingers clenching then unclench. His fingers would wiggle and brush against one another.
Seems like he was just as nervous as her.
Backing away from the straw, she drummed her fingers against the cup before asking, “What were you like in high school?”
Snapping his head up in surprise, mouth full, Seokjin froze from her sudden question. Waiting for him to swallow his food and take another sip from his drink to clear his throat, she pushed back her drink to place her attention on him.
Eyebrows pointed downward in confusion, he questioned, “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about Namjoon?”
Hearing his words made her tense in her spot. Why did she ask that? Namjoon was the reason she was meeting with Seokjin. And since when was she interested in hearing information about Seokjin?
“Just curious. You don’t have to answer.”
A smirk reached his lips as his hands finally relaxed while he reached over to grab another fry. “Interested in learning about my background?”
She shrugged her shoulders, confused by her own words. “Perhaps.”
He let out a faint chuckle at her words, swallowing the small amount of food in his mouth. “High school was nothing special to me. Compared to Namjoon, I showed up to school to get my education over with. I only joined tennis for a little bit. But I’m not a fan of sports. I didn’t join any clubs or activities. And I was called ‘Namjoon’s good-looking friend’ all throughout our school years. The name stopped when we entered college.” Grabbing a hold of his cup, he guided it to his lips to take a sip. He carried a blank expression as he swallowed, showing no emotion after he explained. Not even giving her a moment to take in what he said about his past, he asked, “What about you?”
“Oh. Um,” she gathered her thoughts together, her mind still on what he told her, “My high school years were nothing special as well. I hardly got involved in much. I was just there, you know?” She chuckled at her own reply. Seeing Seokjin’s small smile on his lips as she spoke made her heart spin. His eyes were fixed on her, leaning his cheek onto his fist. He actually had a nice smile. She never noticed that before. Feeling awkward from his gaze, she released another chuckle as she changed the subject back to what they were originally there for. “So what is Namjoon’s favorite book? I can read it to spark some conversation between us at the next car wash.”
“Oh, right.” It sounded as if there was a bit of disappointment in Seokjin’s tone. Based on his thrown off expression, it seemed he also forgot about why they were there. “Um.” His eyes went over to stare at the ceiling as he tried to remember. Once it finally hit him, he moved his attention back on Y/n. “His favorite book is called Dune. It’s a science fiction book, which shouldn't be a surprise.”
“Alright.” She nodded her head. She’s never heard of that book before.
A thought coming to his head, Seokjin licked his bottom lip. “Maybe,” he softly spoke up, eyes on his tray until he redirected them back on Y/n’s face, “we can go to the library after we’re done eating to get the book. It’s not late–Although it’s up to you.”
Her head tilted to the side slightly in surprise. Instead of asking the question in a flirty way, he was tense with the tips of his ears a shade of pink. She sent him a smile. “Sure.”
After they finished their food and stepped out of the diner together, Y/n came to a halt in embarrassment. The pink bike that she took to get to the diner was right where she left it. She forgot about it.
Seokjin stopped upon seeing Y/n’s actions, following her terrified eyes to see the pink bike with colorful streamers. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, bringing a hand up to his mouth to muffle it. Y/n rolled her eyes at his action, waiting for him to calm down.
Placing a hand on his chest to help his breathing return, he walked up to the bike and pointed at it. He sent her a teasing smile. “This your ride?”
Obviously she wasn’t going to let Seokjin get to her, despite her hating the bike. She went up to it and chirped, “Sure is.” Resting her elbow on the seat, she leaned against it with a winning smile. “Bitchin’ huh?”
Letting out a breathy chuckle, he replied, “Yeah.” Glancing out to the parking lot, once he saw his car, he turned his head back and pointed his thumb in its direction. “My car is over there if you want a ride. Although if you want to take your pretty bike, I won’t stop you.” The last part he said with his taunting grin. He already knew what her answer was going to be considering the library was a distance away. Would definitely be faster by car.
Immediately taking his offer, she trailed behind Seokjin to his car. It was a red convertible. Easy for her to follow Seokjin’s instructions and place the bike in the back seats. Sitting in the passenger seat, an excited thrill filled her chest. She’s never been in a car like that before.
As Seokjin drove, Y/n enjoyed the feeling of the fresh air hitting her face. It felt freeing. Music poured out from the speakers. Seokjin’s music taste was great. She wishes she had a car like his. Would be a dream to drive everywhere with it. She wouldn’t even mind picking up her sister from school and going supermarket runs.
Once they reached the library and went in, they went through the aisles. After reaching the science fiction books with author’s last names that start with the letter H, they scanned through the titles of the book located on the spine. “Ah.” Seokjin triumphantly smiled as he pulled out a book. “Here it is.”
Y/n immediately sprung up at the sound of that, disregarding the books she was going through near the bottom. Seokjin handed her the book. Having it in her hand made her face scrunch in disappointment. “Oh, shit.” It was bigger than she thought. Not an insane amount but it was more than she usually reads.
Seokjin chuckled at her reaction. “That’s the one.”
“Gosh. It will take me a long time to finish this,” she whined.
“If you push yourself you can get it done fast. Namjoon finished it in a day.”
“Jeez. Did he stay up the full twenty-four hours without stopping or eating?” Flipping through the many pages, she wondered how Namjoon was able to finish it in one day. Scanning the back of the book, her eyes landed on the barcode and asked, “Do you have a library card?”
He hummed in response as he took out his library card from his pocket to present it to her. She raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Never took you for the reading type.”
“Namjoon liked to come here a lot so I would join him. Sometimes I would get a book. But the rest of the time I would go to the comic book store a couple of stores down.”
“Comic book store?” she repeated, interest caught in her eyes. “I’ve actually never been to one before.”
Seokjin’s face lightened up in surprise and excitement. “Really? You’ve never been to one before?” Seeing her shake her head in response, he proposed, “We should go check it out if you want. There’s lots of great comics there. It’s one of my favorite places to go.”
On board with the idea, once they checked out the book, Seokjin guided her a couple of stores and buildings down til they reached the comic book store.
He recommended which ones to read and went into detail about his favorites. A euphoric expression was on his face as he spoke passionately about something as silly as comics. Y/n never thought so highly about them before. But she admired his interest and followed his words. She picked two superhero comics he recommended, a horror comic, and a romance comic. Before she could pay for the comics, Seokjin stepped in and paid for them. He claimed it was better since he gets a discount for being a frequent customer. He even gets first pick whenever new comics arrive.
As soon as Seokjin dropped her off home, she got ready for bed and made herself comfortable in the sheets. She held the Dune book in her hand and read the title in her head. Y/n recommend they should meet up again to learn more things about Namjoon. Seokjin said he would call her to let her know when he was available. So she had time to read it before their next meet up. Seokjin said that Namjoon talked about all the Dune books to him, so he practically knew what went down.
But as she began reading the book, she was already hit with struggles and laziness. With a huff, she rested the book on her lap. Without realizing, her eyes were moving towards the comics resting on her vanity.
***
Sitting at a nearby bench, Y/n waited for Seokjin to return. It’s been two days since they last saw each other. Strangely, Y/n got a funny feeling in her stomach when Seokjin called her to meet up. And she couldn’t stop the smile on her face as she got ready. He even picked her up in his car, which Y/n definitely couldn’t decline. As he drove, she complimented his music taste, which he bashfully thanked.
“Here you go,” Seokjin chirped as he approached her. He was wearing a denim jacket with a white tank top underneath, denim pants go match with. And a pair of white, high top Reebok shoes. He took a seat beside her, handing her an ice cream sundae.
“Woah!” Y/n was in awe as she held the dessert in her hand. When Seokjin said he was going to get ice cream for both of them, she was expecting for him to grab a single cone not a whole sundae. Three big scoops with sliced bananas on each side. Topped with whipped cream, syrup, and a single cherry to finish it off. “Thanks, Seokjin! I can’t remember the last time I had one of these.”
“You’re welcome.” In Seokjin’s hand was a cardboard, rectangle plate holding three scoops of different flavored ice creams with chocolate syrup drizzled on top. Before she could begin enjoying hers, her eyes went wide when she saw him smush the flavors together with his spoon.
“What are you doing?” she questioned.
“Mixing them,” he answered swiftly as he kept going with his action. “It tastes better like this.”
Face twisted in disgust, she watched as Seokjin mixed the flavors, the chocolate syrup blending into the mix. She didn’t find the sight appetizing. “It looks grody.”
“Trust me. It’s really good. I do this all the time when I get ice cream.” Smiling down at his creation, he collected a scoop and directed it into his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction as he savored the taste. “You should give it a try.”
Debating in her head if she should go for it, she watched as Seokjin happily ate his ice cream. She had to admit it did look good and she was curious about the taste. Deciding to give it a go, she mixed up her own ice cream together. Seokjin caught was she was going and watched her. Once everything was mixed to her liking, she scooped up a spoonful and placed it in her mouth.
Seokjin had an anxious expression seeing that she was giving no reaction. But before he could apologize for the suggestion, a joyous smile spread across her lips. “It’s really good!”
A relieved sigh left his chest. “Glad to hear that. All my friends don’t like the taste and hate it when I mix up the flavors. Especially Namjoon. When we would get ice cream, he would get disgusted every time.”
She raised an eyebrow at his words. She noticed that he often brought up Namjoon in the past tense. Weren’t they friends?
“So did you finish the book?” Seokjin asked as he ate another spoonful.
“It was a struggle, but, yes, I finished an hour before meeting up with you.”
He chuckled at that. “You barely finished today?”
“Hey! That book is so hard to read. Five pages in and I was already confused,” she defended herself. “Plus I kept getting distracted with the comic books.”
Coming to a stop midway from entering the spoon to his mouth, he snapped his head to her in surprise. “You actually read the comics?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“You didn’t think they were lame or anything?”
“Not at all! I enjoyed them way more than reading Dune.” Her eyes lighted up in excitement as she recalled what she read. “I loved that scene where Batman was fighting Bane.”
It was Seokjin’s turn to get excited as the panels popped up in his mind. “Right? You can really feel the action through the pages. It’s like watching a movie.”
“Yes, it does!” she agreed. Realizing her excitement toward a different topic and remembering why they were there, she closed her mouth. No need to talk to Seokjin about something that Namjoon had no interest in. She resumed back to the thing at hand. “Speaking of movies, I was thinking of watching one of Namjoon’s favorite movies so we can have more to talk about.”
“Oh… Sure.” Seokjin directed his attention down to the ice cream, pushing the dessert around with his plastic spoon. He thought about movies Namjoon brought up in the past until he recalled his favorite. “The Blob is his favorite movie. It was one of the first sci-fi movies he watched as a kid, so he has a close connection with it. If you ask me, it doesn’t sound all that interesting. He has been trying to get me to watch it for years. Especially when I would go over to his place.”
Her head tilted to the side at his words. “You know, every time you bring up Namjoon, you speak of him as something of the past. Aren’t you two friends?”
The question threw him off. He wasn’t expecting her to ask him that. He wasn’t expecting her to notice. “We… are best friends… sorta,” he unconfidently answered as he continued to play with his ice cream, “I don’t know. We're in a rough patch right now. Ever since we started college.”
“Ah, I see. College getting in the way of friendship.” Y/n nodded in understanding.
“Yeah. Nothing out of the ordinary. Happens to many friendships.” She took in his words, but she could tell that their situation bothered him. Noticing her frown as she was staring at him, Seokjin sent her a comforting smile. “Nothing you need to worry about though. It’s good that we are having this complication. It’s something we need in our friendship. Sometimes it’s good to have a break from your friends for a while to understand yourself without the influence of those around you.”
She was surprised by his response. She thought back about her being upset about the chance of not hanging out often with her friends. But she had to admit, it did feel more freeing without them. Not having to worry about other’s decisions for the summer. Just doing things for herself under her schedule and terms. It was just nice to relax by herself, having a break from school and assignments that stressed her out.
“Shall we go to the video rental store once we’re done?” Seokjin’s question snapped her out of her thoughts. “We can get the movie there.”
Nodding at his suggestion, she answered, “Sounds great.”
***
Surrounding them were aisles filled with vhs tapes. Posters of the latest and popular movies were decorating the walls. Signs of genre titles were above certain aisles to help direct the customers on what movies they desired. Seokjin and Y/n made their way to the science fiction section and Y/n began searching for the movie. Unsurprisingly, Seokjin found it fast, already knowing the spot it was located in.
Y/n held the movie in her hand and scanned the cover. It was a 1950s film, the cover a painted, old-timey look. Seokjin was right. It didn’t look very appealing. Just by looking at it, she could already tell it was a type of movie she would struggle to get through. Sitting through it alone will be a challenge. “Will you watch it with me, Seokjin?” she sweetly asked.
He bursted into laughter, palms against his stomach. “Oh, please. If Namjoon hasn’t gotten me to watch it despite the many years of trying to convince me, what makes you think you can?”
“Oh, come on! It will be fun.” She took a step closer to him, catching that he took a small step back to keep a distance. “We can order pizza, make some popcorn–It will be a fun hangout. Just the two of us.”
The last sentence seemed to have gotten to him. His pupils dilated, growing bigger from the idea. “Well–” He pretended to think for a moment, arm resting on top of the small aisle beside them, running his fingertips against the edges of the movies. Then he turned to her with a small smile. “Perhaps I can work some things around.”
She smiled back. “Perfect.” A movie title capturing the corner of her eye, she turned her head left to spot the movie. Taking some steps closer, she pulled the movie out in excitement. Showing the cover to Seokjin, she said, “A Nightmare on Elm Street. I’ve been wanting to watch this movie. I hear it’s really good. We should give it a watch after The Blob.”
Seokjin had an uneasy expression, teeth clenched together as his eyebrows furrowed downwards. “You sure you don’t want to stick with just The Blob?”
“Why?” A puzzled expression hit her features. But she caught his nervous look and stance. A teasing smile reached her lips. “Are you afraid of watching the movie?”
“What?” He let out a loud and over-exaggerated scoff. “I am not scared of the movie.”
“Then you shouldn’t have a problem watching it.”
***
Y/n met up with Seokjin the next day, him giving her a ride to his house to watch the movie. It was a better decision since her family were all there at her house. She didn’t want them to bombard Seokjin with questions and make him uncomfortable. Seokjin had no siblings and his parents were currently both working, so the house was empty.
Sitting comfortably on the couch, Y/n and Seokjin watched The Blob. Was it a good movie? Well, she had to stop her eyes from closing every once in a while, sleepiness hitting her. Boredom has never hit her as much as it did in that moment.
Snoring was heard beside her. Turning to her right, she saw Seokjin asleep in his spot. His head was tilted back. Looks like the sleep won him over.
She chuckled at the sight. He did say that he was going to watch it with her. No way she was going to suffer alone. “Seokjin.” She nudged him with her shoulder. His body stayed in the same position, more snored escaping his mouth. “Seokjin—” A gasp left her when she nudged him once more, his reaction cutting her off.
His head moved to rest on her shoulder, making himself comfortable in place. Y/n’s body tensed up. She was holding her breath without realizing it, as if letting out a single breath would cause a big movement and disturb Seokjin’s slumber.
Getting a hold of her breathing, she stayed in place. The pleasant sound of Seokjin’s easy breathing was heard beside her ear. His hair gently brushed against her cheek. Her heart thumped in her chest at their closeness.
Should she wake him? Should she leave him be?
After collecting herself, she came to the conclusion that she should wake him up. Moving her free hand to his arm, she lightly shook it while calling his name. Thankfully, Seokjin finally woke up from his slumber. He slowly lifted his head up, eyes half-open as they tried to adjust to his surroundings. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth as a yawn escaped his mouth. Once his eyes landed on the television screen, his eyes shot open.
“We’re still watching the movie?”
“Yeah. We’re only a couple of minutes in and you already fell asleep.”
Stretching his arms out, he replied, “I told you it was going to be boring. You cannot tell me that it’s interesting.”
“Actually–” She shut her mouth before continuing. She could lie and say that she wants to continue watching it just for the purpose of Namjoon. But she couldn't handle the idea of watching the whole movie any longer. “Yeah, you’re right. I was about to fall asleep as well.”
Seokjin released a breathy chuckle at her response as he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. Moving back up to her feet, she went up to the television and took out the vhs tape. “Oh, well. I guess we can skip the movie and put on a better one.”
His hand froze upon her words. He totally forgot about the other movie.
“It's time for A Nightmare on Elm Street!” Y/n cheered in excitement as she began to place the vhs in.
“You know what? We should give The Blob another chance. Maybe it's because we’re hungry. No one can enjoy a movie well on an empty stomach.” Quickly springing up to his feet, Seokjin went over to the house phone. “I’ll order the pizza now.”
Sending a smile in his direction as he dialed the phone, Y/n said, “Oh, come on, Seokjin. It’s fun to watch scary movies. None of it is real.”
Seokjin ignored her words and began ordering the pizza. Wanting to take up more time, he went to the kitchen and made two large bowls of popcorn for them. Y/n was slumped on the couch, eagerly waiting for Seokjin to finish. She knew what his intention was. “I’m waiting!” she teased.
Bringing over to her each bowl at a time, setting them on the table in front of the couch, Y/n watched his shoulders tense up. He made the same nervous gesture that he did back at the diner, which was curl his fingers, making a fist from time to time. To his relief, the pizza arrived. At least his stress will be lowered with the delicious taste of cheesy pizza in his belly.
But once he set the pizza on the table and sat down to see the movie was beginning, he quickly added, “You know what else? I don’t have any soda. It’s practically impossible to eat pizza without soda. I’ll go get some–”
Before he could get up, he came to a stop from feeling Y/n’s hand on his wrist. His eyes moved over to her, somehow his face feeling hot at her touch. Hopefully she didn’t realize. However, her next words knew him off.
“If you really don’t want to watch it, Seokjin, we can put on something else. I don’t want to force you to watch it if it makes you uncomfortable,” she told him with a frown.
Seokjin could feel his body relax. Seeing what her action was, she sheepishly removed her hand away from him. As much as he really didn’t want to watch the movie, all he could think about was her happy smile when she saw it at the rental store. She was excited to watch the movie with him. He hated that his fear was in the way of their plans. With a warm smile, he said, “Thanks for saying that but I do want to watch it. Movies like this aren't my thing, but I’ll do it this time.”
Her frown disappeared to a wide grin. “Really? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” His head nodded up and down. Bringing his hand up to her face, extending his index finger out to indicate the number one, he said, “Only this once. And do not tell anyone I agreed to this. I don’t want my friends to drag me to watch horror movies with them. I’m only doing this for yo–” He stopped himself from finishing that sentence, embarrassment and regret flooding him from what he almost said.
“For?” Y/n questioned with a raised eyebrow as she grabbed a slice of pizza.
“Nevermind,” Seokjin quickly replied with a head shake, reaching over to grab a slice of pizza for himself.
The movie played on as they ate. Soon, with full bellies, they were immersed into the movie. Now with a blanket covering their bodies, their shaky eyes were stuck on the screen. Without realizing, their shoulders were pressed against each other’s. Occasionally they would jump from a scare. The fact that it was already dark out made it worse. They were silent the whole movie. Once the movie was over, they froze in their spot for a moment to collect their thoughts as the end credits played.
After collecting herself, Y/n let out a shaky chuckle. “That was a good movie, huh?”
“Y-yeah–” Seokjin answered back in a high pitched voice. Catching his tone, he cleared his throat with slight embarrassment before repeating himself in his normal voice, which still contained a hint of fear, “Yeah, it was great.”
“That was definitely not scary,” Y/n pretended to sound unimpressed as she pushed the blanket away.
“Definitely not.” Seokjin also tried his best to sound confident and unshaken.
“Well,” Y/n stood up, “I should get going now. Mind giving me a ride?"
“Sure.” He stood up beside her.
Before they would say another word, a loud screeching sound was heard by a nearby window. They both screamed at the sound, the movie still fresh in their minds. Since she was closer to the window, Y/n quickly moved to behind Seokjin for protection. She gripped on tightly to his shoulders. The sound was heard again, making them jump back. The curtains covered their view, unable for them to make out what was making the noise.
“It–It’s outside the window,” Y/n shakily told him. “Go check it out.” She held onto shoulders tighter and she nudged him forward.
Planting his feet harder against the floor to stop himself from going closer, he shouted, “Why me?!”
“You’re the man!”
“So?! You’ve watched a lot of horror movies! You should handle this better than me!”
The scratching was heard again, making Seokjin swallow the lump in his throat. “Ok,” she whispered. Gathering all the courage in his body, he took some small steps closer til he reached the window. With a shaky hand, he carefully moved the curtain out of the way. Y/n closed her eyes, fear of finding out the source.
Seeing what was the cause of the scratch, Seokjin felt the fear rush out of him. He let out a chuckle, laughing at themselves for their reaction.
“What is it?” Y/n asked, eyes still closed shut.
“See for yourself.”
Hesitantly, Y/n opened back up her eyes and cautiously peeked over Seokjin’s shoulder. A cat was outside by the window. Raising up its paw, it scratched its sharp nails against the glass.
Y/n let out a sigh in relief, followed by a giggle. Of course it was a simple thing like a cat. Seokjin glanced back at her, eyes flicking down to see that she was still gripping onto him. A smirk was on his perfect lips. Upon realization, she jerked her hands back.
“Sorry about that,” she awkwardly apologized.
“It’s alright,” he replied back in his usual honey tone. Walking over to the coffee table, he picked up his keys as he said, “I’ll give you that ride now.”
As Y/n was in Seokjin’s car, she thought about how the last day of the car wash was tomorrow. The first thing that came to her mind was that her time hanging out with Seokjin was coming to an end. After today, she won’t be around him any more. The deal was for him to help her gain Namjoon’s attention. Sorrow hit her. An unexpected feeling. She never thought she would feel sad about not being able to see Seokjin.
“We’re here,” Seokjin announced as he parked in front of her house. He turned to look at her, speaking in a sad tone, “So, uh… I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope you get to have what you want and ask Namjoon out.”
“Yeah,” Y/n whispered as she stared down to her thighs. She slowly brought her head up and gave him a small smile. “Thanks for helping me out.”
Seokjin mirrored the smile. “You’re welcome.”
Y/n started getting out of the car. Closing the door, she added, “I’ll bring the money tomorrow.”
To be honest, Seokjin forgot about the money. But he just nodded his head in response. With a wave goodbye, Y/n walked over to her house. He kept his eyes on her until she was inside. Now with her out of sight, Seokjin let out a sigh and ran his hands down his face. A feeling was taking over him, and he felt selfish for feeling that way.
But he decided to push it aside. There was no use feeling that emotion anyway. Y/n wanted Namjoon.
***
An anxious feeling hitting her at every corner, Y/n waited in line at the car wash. It was the last one. It was now or never. Seokjin told her to arrive near the end of the day so that there will be less cars. Tapping her fingers nervously against the steering wheel, Y/n moved up in line. Two more cars were in front of her. Instead of Namjoon usually being in the front with the clipboard, it was now Seokjin. Namjoon was one of the helpers washing the cars today. Most likely since it was the last day.
“Hey,” Y/n sheepishly greeted Seokjin when she reached the front.
For some reason, seeing him again made her heart speed up with excitement. Yet she also felt shy. She couldn’t help but keep on the smile plastered on her face as she placed her gaze on him. Just looking at him somehow made her heart soar.
His beautiful smile made a way to his lips when seeing her. “Hey.”
But the sound of water splashing snapped her away from Seokjin’s eyes. She saw Namjoon in the distance. He was busy wrapping up a car, finishing off from washing it. Following where her attention was, his eyes landed on Namjoon, making his smile disappear.
They both looked away from Namjoon at the same time, now staring at each other. There was something that Seokjin wanted to ask but he didn’t know if he should say it. “Y/n, would you–” He came to a stop to swallow the lump in his throat. Y/n looked at him with her perfect eyes that he adored, making his heart skip a beat. He decided to go for it. “Would you like to meet up after the car wash is closed? I want to take you somewhere before our deal is done.”
Immediately smiling at his question, she chirped, “I would like that.”
He smiled back at her response. “Ok.” But upon remembering what she was about to do, he backed away and looked down to the clipboard. Once she paid, he waited for the perfect timing and gestured for her to go where Namjoon was. Nerves explotted in her stomach as she drove over, not realizing that Seokjin carried a frown as he watched.
Parking in the assigned spot, she watched as Namjoon went closer to the car. He flashed her his charming, dimpled smile. Only this time, she didn’t get the explosion of butterflies in her stomach like usual.
“Hello, Y/n. Nice to see you back on our last day,” Namjoon greeted as he placed a fresh bucket of water that he was holding down to the floor.
Y/n was shocked by what he said. “You know my name?”
“Of course. You come here often and I overheard your friends and parents say your name.” He let out a chuckle at his own words. “Not to frighten you or anything. I just happened to pick it up and remember.”
“Right.” She nodded her head. A trill of happiness filled her chest. She didn’t expect Namjoon to actually know her name.
As Namjoon washed the car, Y/n managed to start some small talk with him, sneaking into some things that Seokjin told her. And Seokjin was right, Namjoon was a big fan of science fiction. His eyes lit up in astonishment and interest from hearing her bring up Dune. She managed to keep the conversation going without giving away that she didn’t know much about the genre when it came to anything like books and movies.
Towards the end of the wash, as Namjoon was finishing up, she realized that it was now the perfect time. Before she could open her mouth to say what she planned, she was caught off with Namjoon saying, “Would you like to go out sometime?”
She was stunned for a moment, not believing what she just heard. “Sure! I’d love to.”
Flashing another smile, Namjoon told her if tomorrow night was good and said to meet him at Bobby’s Burgers at six. Y/n quickly agreed with the time and location. With a wave goodbye, Namjoon walked away from the car and over to the spot where they kept the supplies.
Since the car wash was coming to an end, the helpers were stacking the buckets and putting the sponges and washing clothes away. As Namjoon arrived, he passed by Seokjin, turning his head away slightly to not make eye contact with him.
Seokjin didn’t even notice his action. He was far too focused on Y/n. He kept his shaky eyes on her as she began to drive away, wondering how the results were. But upon seeing a smile on her face made his heart sink. She did it. She asked Namjoon out and he said yes.
After putting the bucket away, Namjoon came to a stop when his eyes landed on Seokjin. He was standing off in the distance with slump shoulders. As much as Namjoon hated being concerned, he decided to go check on him anyway. Hesitantly walking over, he asked when he reached him, “Are you alright?”
He watched as Seokjin’s shoulders tensed up, shocked by the voice he heard. Not turning around, he replied flatly, “I’m fine.”
Namjoon anxiously rubbed his hands together. Awkwardness filled the air. He wasn’t sure what to say next until he decided on, “I know we’re not on good terms right now… but if you ever want to talk… I’m here.”
Seokjin knows he was supposed to feel comforted by his words, but he felt frustrated instead. His eyes moved back to the spot where Y/n was just at in her car. Sadness and anger flowed in him. “Why do you always have to have everything?”
Eye going wide at Seokjin’s sentence, Namjoon froze in place. Confusion hit him hard. “What?”
“In high school, you got all the friends. All the attention was on you. Everyone loved you. And all I was called throughout our school years was ‘Namjoon’s friend.’”
Namjoon took in his words, beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together. “Is that why you didn’t want to hang out anymore after high school? That’s the reason why you’ve been ignoring me?”
“I haven’t been ignoring you,” Seokjin quickly said. “We still talk and everything.”
“Please.” Namjoon let out a scoff, crossing his arms across his chest. “You ignored me at the beginning of college, we talked for a bit throughout our first year, then you started ignoring me again this past week.”
Seokjin stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say. “Well?” Namjoon pushed him to answer.
“Ok, yes, you’re right! I was jealous! I wanted to experience what it was like not being in your shadow for once!”
Silence filled up the air. Namjoon was shocked by Seokjin’s confession. With a stunned expression, he brought down his arms. “You were jealous of me?”
“Who wouldn’t be? You were the best at everything you did. Everyone’s so nice to you and everything always works out your way… I was jealous that I couldn’t be like that,” Seokjin admitted in a sorrowful tone.
Letting out a small sigh, Namjoon added, “I was jealous of you too.”
Seokjin’s mouth slightly hung open. Never in a million years would he have even considered Namjoon feeling jealous over him. What was there to be jealous about? “You were jealous of me?” he asked, not fully believing him.
“Definitely. I was jealous about how free you are with yourself. I was always so stressed about school and the future. You were always so calm and did fun things. Seeing you ditch class to go to arcades and comic book stores,” Namjoon stopped to let out a chuckle, “I remember wishing that I could be risky as well. You would go to skateparks and parties while I would stay at home to read or do homework.”
A smile spread across his lips as he recalled those memories. He continued on, “I guess in a way, I’m glad you wanted to take a break from being friends. Without you around, I stopped comparing myself to you. I realized that I’m happy with how I am. It may not be anything risky or exciting, but it’s something I enjoy.” Thinking about what Seokjin said, Namjoon added, “And I hope you’re happy with yourself as well. You’re an amazing person, Seokjin. Anyone who hangs out with you could immediately realize that. Even prefer you over me.”
The beginning of summer was when Seokjin found confidence in himself, realizing that he didn’t need to be jealous of Namjoon. But Y/n came to his mind. The frown still stayed on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
Sighing, Seokjin ran a hand through his face, regretting what he suggested to Y/n a while ago. “I’m sorry for my behavior towards you, Namjoon. I hope we can still be friends. I would ask if you would like to get something to eat but I have to meet up with someone right now.”
Chucking at Seokjin’s words, Namjoon replied, “It’s ok. Who are you meeting up with?”
Seokjin tensed up at the question, not sure how to answer. After a short second, he decided with, “Someone you don’t know.”
***
There she was back in Seokjin’s car. The smell of the night air filled her nose. The cool breeze felt like heaven on her face. And with the music playing, it just added to the excitement. She leaned back in the car, eyes closed as she enjoyed the ride.
She had no idea where exactly she was going. Seokjin said that there was someplace he wanted to go.
After a couple of minutes, they arrived at the location. Y/n opened back up her eyes upon feeling the car park. When she opened them, she was stunned at what she saw. They were on a hill above the town, the lights emitted from the house shining underneath them. The bright, beautiful moon was above the sky, the stars twinkling around it.
“I’ve never been here before,” Y/n stated in awe.
“Yeah. Some of my family members know about it. I come here at times to relax or just to admire the view. It’s beautiful at night.”
She agreed with his words, smiling as she gazed out in front of her. But she was confused about why they were there. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked.
“Oh, well,” he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck, “Our deal is now at an end since Namjoon asked you out so I thought why not meet up one last time? But as a hangout without Namjoon in our minds.”
Somehow, she felt her stomach churn at his words. She’s glad he thought of it. She’s going to miss hanging out with him.
“Seokjin,” she breathed out, turning to look at him, “What will happen to us if my date with Namjoon goes well? I’ve been enjoying this past week with you. Being with you has been the most fun I’ve had all summer. I… I don’t want it to end.”
Heart fluttering at her words, Seokjin turned his head to lock his eyes with hers. She actually had fun with him? He felt relieved and happy. However, focusing on her question, made his sorrows return. “Well… if it goes well we probably shouldn’t meet up anymore. Being around your best friend’s girl wouldn’t leave a good message, huh?”
He attempted to make a joke, light chuckles in the air. But sadness was on Y/n’s face at his repose. “You're right.” Although it didn’t sit right with her. Something was against it. “Namjoon’s a really great and nice guy,” she began, Seokjin sublely grinding his teeth going unnoticed by her. “And he is someone close to you. I don’t think he will mind if—”
Seokjin’s index finger moved to underneath her chin, closing her mouth to stop her from continuing. He sent her a smirk upon seeing her confused face. “I told you, let's not focus on Namjoon. Let’s just enjoy the moment with just the two of us.”
Pressing her lips together with a smile, her thoughts went away. Slowly removing his hand away, Seokjin leaned back comfortably in his spot. Y/n followed his action and pressed her back against the seat, admiring the view. No other words left their mouths. Usually she would find the silence awkward, but she felt comfort instead. Just knowing that Seokjin was beside her was amazing.
After enjoying themselves for a couple of minutes, Y/n remembered something. “Oh!” She reached into the pocket of her pants to pull out the money. “Here, Seokjin. Thanks for helping me out.”
He stared at the money in her hand for a second before shaking his head. “I don’t want it anymore. You keep it.”
“What?” she was appalled. That was part of their deal after all. “Why not?”
He did a simple shrug. “I don’t care about it anymore.”
Although she was puzzled, she listened to Seokjin and put the money away. If that’s what he wants. Going back to gazing up at the stars, she kept thinking about Seokjin’s words. Why did he not want the money? Wasn’t that the main reason why he agreed to help her?
Recalling something in his own pocket, Seokjin thought about the gift he had for Y/n. Moving his hand swiftly to slide it into the pocket of his jacket, his fingers nervously brushed over the item.
Y/n kept her eyes on the stars until Seokjin’s voice distracted her. “I… have something for you,” his tone sounded timid and hesitant. She’s never heard him speak that way to her before. They both placed their attention back on each other. “Well, I guess you can say I… made something for you. It’s ok if you don’t want it. You don’t need to keep it.”
She giggled at him rambling on. She scooted in closer to him, her eyes not leaving his nervous expression. “What is it?”
Sticking his tongue out to lick his bottom lip, he breathed out an “Ok.” His hand pulled out from the pocket with the item. Y/n’s eyes went wide at what it was. It was a mixtape. “You told me you liked my music so I decided to make you a mixtape,” Seokjin’s bashfully explained as he fiddled with it in his hands. With a small breath out, he guided the mixtape towards her. “I picked out some songs that I’d thought you’d enjoy.”
Her heart swelled up. No one’s ever made her a mixtape before. And for Seokjin to take the time out of his day to pick out the music and make one for her made her extremely euphoric—Emotional even. She carefully reached out to grab the mixtape, gently holding it in her hands as if it was a precious artifact. The white space in the front that allowed people to write a title had the words “For Y/n” written in red ink. A small heart was beside her name.
“Oh, Seokjin, I love it,” she beamed.
At the sound of her reaction, he redirected his attention to her. “Really? You do?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to play it when I get home.”
His heart soared in his chest, letting out some chuckles in satisfaction. “I’m glad.”
***
Once they arrived at her house, Seokjin parked the car. They both sat there for a moment, both not wanting to say goodbye. A pain was in their hearts. The more she thought about the date with Namjoon tomorrow, the feeling that something wasn’t right grew. But she liked Namjoon… didn’t she? She’s been looking forward to going on a date with him since the beginning of summer. She couldn’t let a chance like that go away.
Palms going sweaty, she rubbed them against her thighs while saying, “I should get going. Thanks for the ride. And thanks for eveything, again."
“Yeah,” Seokjin replied back in a quiet tone.
With a small nod, she opened the door and stepped out of the car. She couldn’t handle looking at Seokjin once more, so she didn’t. Without giving him a wave goodbye like usual, she began walking over to the driveway of her house.
Eyes staring at her back, Seokjin let out a sigh in frustration, hands gripping tighter onto the steering wheel. Not thinking twice, he called out, “Y/n, wait!”
Y/n quickly came to a stop and spun around, puzzled written on her face as Seokjin got out of the car and made his way over to her. Coming to a stop in front of her, he said, “Don’t go on that date tomorrow.”
“What? Why not?”
“Um… I—” His mouth suddenly went dry. He licked his lips before explaining, “Well—There—Ok there’s two reasons.” Another thought came to his brain that he had to bring up. He collected his head together, now speaking seriously, “Listen, I know I said Namjoon and I have been in a rough spot, but we shouldn’t do this to him. We can’t trick him into thinking that you like the same things as him.”
“I don’t mean to trick him, Seokjin. I just wanted to get his attention.”
“I know… But this isn’t the way to do it. Plus it isn’t right for you as well. You shouldn’t pretend to be something you're not to impress someone. The real you is perfect. I know it can be hard to see that in yourself. Trust me, I know."
“But Namjoon didn’t like the real me.”
“I do.”
A quiet gasp left her lips, mouth slightly open. At his confession, Seokjin let out a breathy chuckle, ears turning red. Might as well tell the truth. “Another reason why I decided to do this bet was because I wanted to get close to you. I thought that if we hung out, you would forget about Namjoon and possibly fall for me.” He put his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Silly, huh?”
Y/n didn’t know what to say. Too much information was being thrown at her. Giving a small sigh, Seokjin said, “It’s all up to you on what you decide to do. Go on the date or not.” A small, forced smile was on his lips, his eyes showing sadness. “Goodbye, Y/n.”
She watched as Seokjin walked back to his car and started it up. Her eyes never left it as it drove out of sight. A wave of emotions stirred inside of her. Definitely not how she thought the night would end.
Laying in bed after getting ready, Y/n thought about Seokjin’s words. He liked her? He thought she was interesting and wanted to be around her? Butterflies were in her stomach. That explained why he got her ice cream, watched the movie, and gave her the mixtape. At first she thought those things were an act of kindness.
And there was Namjoon. She doesn’t mean to trick Namjoon. Pretending to be interested in his things was just a jump to get a date. She didn’t know how things would work out after that. But Seokjin was right. It was wrong. She always had that feeling, but Seokjin confirmed it more to her.
Running down her face in frustration, regret was on her mind. She wished she could travel back in time to the day Seokjin and her did the bet with what she knew now. It was simple. She liked Seokjin. He should’ve been the one she wanted to ask out.
Recalling the mixtape he gave her, Y/n got up and placed the tape into a boombox. As she laid in bed, she enjoyed the music pouring out. The songs all involved love, which just made her heart ache even more.
***
Night was beginning to fall quickly the next day, the time for Y/n’s date. She gave much thought about her plan since she woke up. She got ready in her usual outfit and grabbed the pink bicycle. Since her dad was at work with the car, she had to use another source of transportation to get her there.
When she arrived at the diner, her eyes landed on Namjoon sitting at a booth. With a deep breath, she made her way. “Hey, Namjoon,” she said as she slid her way into the seat across from him.
Namjoon sent a big, warm smile. “Hello, Y/n. Glad you’re finally here. Now we can get ready to order—”
“I need to tell you something,” she cut him off. His smile left his face, a puzzled look plastered instead. He watched her expression, an uneasy look in her eyes.
“What is it?”
“I’ve… been lying to you,” she shamefully admitted. “I actually am not a big fan of science movies or books. I didn’t watch The Blob like I said I did. I barely read Dune this week. I just said all those things because I wanted you to like me.”
She hung her head low, feeling too ashamed to make eye-contact with him. “I’m sorry. I should’ve viewed my plan in different angles before going through with it. I didn’t mean to trick you. And… I realized that I like someone else—”
“You like Seokjin.”
Snapping her head up to him in shock, she saw Namjoon had a smile on his face. Chuckling to himself, he said, “I had a feeling something was going on with Seokjin this past week. He’s been going out more recently and coming back late. I thought it was strange that you happened to bring up my exact interests on the day Seokjin wanted to take my place in the car wash.”
Crossing his arms across his chest on the table, he continued on, “Don’t feel bad for what you did. I’m glad you apologized. Now you should go and tell Seokjin how you feel.”
Y/n smiled back at Namjoon, warmth hitting her. “Thanks, Namjoon.” She quickly got out of the booth and stopped once she realized something. “Wait. Is he at home?”
“Nope. I didn’t see his car at his place.”
She was right. She knew exactly where Seokjin was. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some cash and placed it on the table in front of Namjoon. “I’m sorry again, Namjoon. Here’s some money to pay for your meal.”
Before Namjoon could refuse to take the money, she went over to Mia who was just about to head into the kitchen. “Mia, I have a quick to-go order to make.”
***
Back on the hill, Seokjin parked his car and looked out to the view. But instead of a smile on his lips, it was a frown. Y/n was on her date right now. He saw Namjoon leave to the diner before he decided to go up there. He went to the hill to clear his mind and not focus on the date.
However, it was hard when he was just in that spot with Y/n last night. The seat beside him was empty, wishing that she was there beside him. But she made her choice. She still wanted Namjoon. Getting frustrated with the music that was playing, he lowered the sound until he could no longer hear the tunes. He slumped in his seat and closed his eyes.
Seeing Seokjin’s car in the distance, relief waved over Y/n. She was breathing heavily, her legs hurting from the trip there. As she got closer, she took a glance at the basket in front of the bike, making sure everything was still there.
Hearing the sound of someone approaching him, he opened his eyes and scanned around. When his eyes landed on Y/n, they went wide. Wasn’t she supposed to be on the date? And did she bike up the mountain by herself? Once she reached him, he took in her tired expression, chest heavily up and down.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned.
She got off the bike and held it up straight with her hands as she looked at Seokjin. After getting a hold of her breathing, she began explaining, “I wanted to tell you how I feel.”
At her words, he felt his heart skip a beat, listening as she went on. “I think you’re a wonderful person, Seokjin. I love every single thing about you. Hanging out with you this summer has been a dream. I want us to continue going to comic book stores, going out to eat, watching movies—Do whatever makes us happy.”
She reached into the basket to pull out one of the items she had in there. “I got a movie that I thought you might like. It’s a comedy so we won’t have to worry about getting scared.” She presented it to him before putting it back in to grab another item. “I also picked up some comic books at the store. I don’t know if you own them yet but I thought we could read them together.” Then she put the books back and pulled out a bag of food. “And I got you a burger at Bobby’s. Extra onion. Just how you like it. I’ll even give you mine if you want.”
Seokjin stayed still and silent in his car, Y/n getting nervous about what he thought. Her heart beated faster when seeing him get out of his car.
With a serious expression, he took the bag from her hands and placed it back in the basket. I guess that was his answer. She frowned at him. But before she could say anything else, she was thrown off he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
She melted into his embrace, immediately tightening her arms around him. He could feel himself relax in her hold, joy in his heart. “I’m really happy to hear that.”
Enjoying their bodies against each other for a moment, she asked, “Will you go out with me, Seokjin?”
Upon her words, Seokjin backed up a bit but still kept his arms around her. His eyes gazed lovely into her. He brought a hand up to cup the side of her face, slowly leaning in towards her. She felt her breathing slow down when his lips hovered over her own.
“Of course,” he whispered before finally connecting their lips.
Their kiss was sweet as can be. Many feelings were poured out into that kiss. Their lips moved in rhythm perfectly, as if meant to be. After a while, they disconnected their lips, both to get a grasp of breathing.
“Now.” He moved his hand down to rest underneath her chin. “How about we eat that food you bought? I’m extremely hungry.”
Y/n giggled at his words and agreed. Tossing her basket to the back, she hopped into the car with the other gifts she brought. “Oh, I also brought the mixtape you made for me.” She pulled it out of her pocket. A teasing grin was on her lips as she looked at him. “All love songs, huh?”
He sent her a smirk. “I’m romantic like that.”
Giggling at his response, she put the mixtape into the car and played the music. Both of them enjoyed their company as they ate under the stars, more beautiful moments to come in the future.
you’ve got one year left to either finish your novitiate and become a nun like your parents always wanted, or leave the order and live a secular life like you’ve always wanted. but the fact that a sister’s flirty nephew is staying in the convent for the summer provides a perfect distraction to such headache.
♔ WARNINGS: minor characters death, religious themes, catholic guilt, smoking weed, swearing, sacrilege and exhibitionism: fingering in a church, profanity, blasphemy, quiet sex & loss of virginity (you’re probably thinking girl AGAIN?), protected sex, betrayal, one mention of rape
♔ AUTHOR’S NOTE: for an atheist i do seem to write a lot about religion lol. the first song jk writes & performs for reader + the inspiration for the title is rock god by selena gomez, and the second one church by chase atlantic. i recommend you listen to them in advance☺️ also, we’ll pretend jk is blond in the banner okay?
1986
The day was going incredibly slow, as all of last month’s had.
Most people would attribute that to the fact that you were a novice, but their idea of what that entailed was far from the reality. Contrary to popular belief and even if some sisters wished it was the case, cloistered nuns didn’t spend all day just praying. There were many other things to keep busy with in a convent, such as attending to one’s studies, doing household chores, or working to bring money in and keep the place going. Free time had never been the part of the day you looked the most forward to, though, until recently. Not that it got any better then.
Contradictory as though it was, you were kept from the present by the same plaguing thoughts you didn’t want to be left alone with… And sometimes, such as now, you didn’t have any choice but to force yourself back into reality, running late as you were.
TAGS — creampie, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk (LOTS), jk’s a sleazy mess at first, oc is done, mamas is stressed out, rough sex, jk rocks her shit 💀, some praise here n there, jk’s affectionate tonight, sex tapes r mentioned again, shower sex(?) not rlly, possessive!jk, breeding kink, never ending saga of jk saying “mama” or “ma”
WORD COUNT — 2.6 k
“Trash, trash, trash,” you mumble to yourself while you sort out the mail in your hands, “oh definitely trash.” You sigh and shake your head. You’re knocked out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle and pull you back, “What the hell–” You hiss in surprise.
“Hey mama.” Jungkook’s stupid voice comes from behind, you already know he’s sporting a stupid grin on his fucking face. You shove his arms off and turn around to look at him with an annoyed glare, “Oh c’mon don’t be like that, aren’t you happy to see me? You weren’t mad at me like this yesterday when you had my head between your–” You quickly reach up to cover his mouth and look around the empty hall.
“Are you insane? There’s people around, Jesus, you don’t have any shame do you?” You side eye him, “First off,” you shake your head, “what are you doing here? I didn’t text you and Jiho didn’t ask, so why are you here?” You give him a look, “And if you’re looking for Jiho you’d know he’s on a camping trip with his cousins.”
Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Can’t a man come see his baby mama anymore? Shit you suck the fun out of trying to surprise you baby,” he shakes his head but you know, Jeon Jungkook isn’t fooling anyone and certainly not you.
“You forgot, didn't you.” You scoff, “Of course you did, what else did I expect? This camping trip is all Jiho talked about last week and yet you still manage to forget that because you’re thinking with your other head.” You roll your eyes and turn to unlock the front door, “Sometimes I wonder what Jiho even fucking sees in you, you’re a deadbeat Jungkook, a deadbeat.”
Jungkook chuckles, “To be fair my other head is the reason you get a good night’s sleep.” He says with a smirk on his lips as he stands there admiring the way your ass looks in that tight pencil skirt you’re wearing. You turn around to shoot him a glare but say nothing else and simply step into your apartment. Jungkook leans against the doorframe with both arms raised, “So, you gonna let me in sweetheart?” He licks his lips, poking his tongue out to push at his lip ring.
You look into his eyes and then down at his lips, “Well?” You shrug your coat and slip your heels off, “You gonna stand there all night or what?” He chuckles quietly and slips into your apartment, shutting the door behind him.
“This is new.” Jungkook comments, “Don’t remember you ever smoking.” He inspects the ashtray with a noncommittal hum.
“It’s not just for me.” You say uncharacteristically calm, “I bought it for you, figured you needed one since you love leaving a mess on my patio.” You don’t miss the way he smiles fondly at you, “Don’t get too excited dipshit, I smoke too, don't forget that.” You scoff and disappear down the hall.
Jungkook whistles under his breath and follows after you, “I didn’t say anything ma,” he kicks your bedroom door closed and settles himself over your bed, “what’s up with you? You’re not being your usual angry self.” He watches you go around your room putting things away and picking out your clothes.
“I’m tired Jungkook, I had two meetings back to back and all I wanna do is come home to shower and sleep. Can’t do that because you decided to come bother me at this fuckin’ hour.” You mumble and then throw a pair of panties at him full speed, “Don’t think I didn’t see the shit you posted either, you’re not funny.”
Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Really? Cause I thought it was hilarious, I think it perfectly describes us.” He cheekily grins at you with that dumb lovestruck look of his.
You stop to give him an exasperated look, “Jungkook,” sigh, “telling people you’re always fucking your baby mama regardless is not funny, neither is saying ‘I fuck her when she mad at me.’ You’re a child.” You shake your head. You throw more clothes onto the bed and grab your robe and towel, “Don’t make a mess in my house Jungkook, I’m not in the mood tonight.”
Jungkook watches you with a pleased smile, “I won’t.” He reaches for your tv remote, “I’ll be rightttt here, sitting like a good boy for you ma.” He winks, “You just go ‘head and shower.” You eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds, he kept smiling goofily so you ended up walking away with no words.
You know he was up to something with the way he kept smiling so stupid. You grumble under your breath and hope he just doesn’t cause you to have a fucking aneurysm or something. You swear this man was going to send you to an early grave at this point.
Everything sounded pretty quiet out there, you heard Jungkook get up at some point but you figured he was going to smoke or get something. He even left the TV on, which you were grateful for because you didn’t do too well with silence. “What are you doing..” You mutter with closed eyes, just enjoying the hot water running down your exhausted body.
You were in the middle of reaching for your loofah when you heard the glass door open and Jungkook step in after you. “Pass me that bottle over there.” You softly hum.
Jungkook whistles softly and tugs you back into him, “Relax baby, let me do all the work.” He says in your ear, “I got you..” He gently pries the loofah out of your hands, “Worked so hard this entire week, baby deserves to rest.” He squirts some of your body wash onto the loofah. You don’t correct him because that’s true, hell you deserved this princess treatment for putting up with his ass too.
He gently ran his hand over your body, lathering your body up in the soap suds leaving you smelling like strawberries. He doesn’t try any funny business surprisingly, when he finishes he puts his hands on your shoulders and begins massaging gently. A quiet moan escapes your lips as relief rushes through you, “Damn you’re stiff as shit here.” Jungkook comments.
You lean your head back on his chest with a closed eye smile, “You’re finally being useful for once.” You chuckle.
“What are you talking about? I fuck you plenty baby, far as I know this dick makes you fall asleep faster than the fucking melatonin you take.” He laughs, making you laugh a little too. Jungkook lets your shoulders go and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards so your back is to his front. “Got you something special.” He mumbles into your shoulder.
“Did you now?” you huff in amusement and gently stroke his arm, “What did you get hm?”
“Nothing much, figured you needed a night in so I ordered some fried chicken and soju.” He lays gentle kisses over your shoulder and buries his face in your neck, “I set up a movie to watch too.”
You turn your head to face him, looking into his eyes before smiling softly and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you. Guess you’re not a dipshit afterall.” He laughs at your words and you ignore him, opting to press your lips against his once more. Jungkook welcomes you, his fingers dance across your tummy and inch downwards causing your breath to hitch in excitement.
Jungkook’s lips wetly smack against yours, muffled grunt leaving him as he holds you tighter against him. The kiss initially started off slow and more controlled, now it’s wet and messy with sloppy noises filling the space between you two. You pant into his mouth and your eyes flutter open to look at him pleadingly.
Jungkook grins softly as he pushes you towards the glass, “There you go baby, let loose for me, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He has you pressed right up against the glass, tits smushed and hands on either side of you. You bite your lip and push your ass back against his thick cock, it’s hot and throbbing against your cheek making you all the more eager to get it inside of you.
“Look at you, pussy’s drooling all over my cock,” he bites his lip and swipes his cockhead through your dewy slick folds, “hear that? ‘s your pussy callin’ out to me baby.” He pushes in slightly, letting the tip pop in with a lewd squelch.
Your lips part in a breathy moan and you push back for more but he stops you with a gentle hand on your hip. “Not here baby, relax for me.” He says as he lets his cock slip out, “Gonna fuck your pussy with my fingers first, get you nice and stretched out before I fuck you with my cock.” He cups your pussy in his hand and lets his fingers slip through the mess dripping from your folds.
Jungkook takes his time opening you up, slipping his middle and then his ring finger into you until they’re knuckle deep. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, this is exactly what you needed after those long hours in the office this entire week. Jungkook does not disappoint when he begins pumping them in and out slowly, making sure he hits every nook and cranny inside of you.
“There we go,” Jungkook whispers and begins kissing down your neck, “doing so good for me mama,” he sucks a hickey into your skin, “let go for me.” He nibbles on your earlobe and uses his other hand to wrap around your throat, not choking–simply holding it.
Your eyes flutter shut and you lean your head back on his shoulder, “Oh fuck yes,” you sigh in bliss, “right there.” You circle your hips, gasping when his fingers brush against your g-spot.
Jungkook pulls you back in and kisses up your neck slowly, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, look at you, dripping all over my fingers like a little cock hungry slut. Bet you missed this dick baby, need me to come fuck it in your needy little pussy, have you all spread on the bed for me begging for more,” he whispers as he kisses the side of your face, “you gonna be a good girl and take it?” He jabs his fingers into your g-spot causing a burst of pleasure to hit you.
“Yeah,” you pant softly, “want it deep inside,” you bite your lip and spread your thighs a bit wider, “need it so bad.” You whimper quietly and push back on his fingers.
Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah..” He moves his fingers faster, jostling you as your back arches, “Make it messy for me sweetheart, go ‘head and cum,” he has you locked in place, keeping you from moving anywhere. His fingers piston in and out of you rapidly, loud squelching noises resonating as bits of slick drip down your inner thighs.
“Oh fuck..!” You gasp and clench down, “C-Coming..” You hump his fingers desperately, “K-Keep going, right there, right there,” you whimper out and feel your orgasm come crashing down on you, hitting harder as all the stress lifts itself from your body.
Jungkook slows down until you’re whining in overstimulation, “Clean ‘em.” He slips his wet messy fingers into your mouth, “Fuck.” He groans, “C’mere baby.” He turns you around and lifts you up in his arms, “Need you on my cock.”
“Wait, the water!” You reach behind blindly to turn the knob, groaning when he begins sucking on your soft tits.
.
“Fuck..!” You throw your head back on the pillow with gritted teeth. He’s fucking you so fast and hard you’re honestly no sure what to focus on anymore..him? The skin slapping? The bed creaking? He’s not making it so easy either with the way he’s groaning and panting right by your ear.
Jungkook has you folded under him, his hands grip the back of your thighs and hold them up while he plows your swollen dripping pussy with his fat cock. The room feels stuffy, sheets are strewn about messily and you’re both laid bare in the open without a single care. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his moans are choked up and every so often you feel him throb inside you.
“You like that baby?” He pants breathlessly against your lips, “Got you clenching so tight around my cock, practically drooling all over me.” He rolls his hips against yours smoothly, pelvis pressing down and rubbing along your clit stimulating it. His balls press against your taint with soft palping noises every time he grinds into you.
You shakily claw at his shoulders and moan needily, the angle certainly has your legs feeling like jelly and your poor cunt throbbing from the pounding he’s giving you. “Love it,” you turn your face to slot your lips against his messily, “fills me up so good baby.” You cup his face in your hands and hold him in place while he works his cock in and out of you.
Jungkook lets out a muffled moan as he starts picking up the pace, hips smacking into yours over and over again with deafening slaps. He lets your thighs go in favor of planting them on either side of you on the bed, “Hear that sloppy little pussy? Got it creaming all over my cock and makin’ a mess. Who’s fuckin’ you baby? C’mon tell me.”
“You are.” You whimper out, “Shit–right there,” you mewl.
“That’s right sweetheart, no one else can give it to you the way I can. You can fucking try but at the end of the day this pussy is mine to fuck,” slap, “mine to use,” slap, “mine to breed.” He growls in your ear lowly, “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, so next the time you plan on letting someone else have it you’ll be remembering the way I fucked you so good.” He hisses softly and sits up, landing a set of punishing thrusts on you, making your body bounce a bit off the mattress.
Your head rolls back and you let out a series of staccato moans, crying out for more and scrambling to grip the bed sheets, the pillows, the blankets–anything. He’s fucking you within an inch of your life and you feel like you’re about to pass out from the sweet pleasure mixed with a tiny hint of pain from the way his hips smack into your ass. “Jungkook..!” You sob out.
Jungkook grits his teeth and reaches down to pinch your clit cruelly, relishing in the way your back arches off the bed. “Go on, cum for me little mama.”
With perfectly aimed thrusts and the combination of his fingers on your sensitive bud, you cum for a second time on his cock. He leaves you trembling on the bed, whimpering and whining. Jungkook follows up shortly with a low moan and your name escaping his lips, “Fucking hell.” He whispers breathlessly.
You let your jelly-like legs fall on the bed, “I’m not getting up.” You mutter, “Put the chicken away, ‘m going to sleep..” You turn on your side and curl up, shivering when his cock slips out of your battered pussy.
Jungkook hums, “The things I do for you baby,” he sighs softly as he strokes your thigh up and down, “lucky I love and appreciate you mama so much.” He rolls out of bed and slips his loose sweats on.
“You love me.” You sleepily mumble, “ ‘n you love my pussy.. I love your dick too.” You smile in your sleep, a bit delirious from the fucking and the strong orgasm he had given you.
Genre: lovers to exes to exes to lovers, Mostly crack fluff and smut but a little bit of angst because I'm a bitch.
Words : 17.6k
Summary: "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.
Warnings: Toxic relationships, Jungkook is the biggest red flag but we love him, SMUT [ ITS FILTHYYY, FINGERING, ORAL SEX (Both receiving), PENETRATE SEX ( Vaginal), UNPROTECTED SEX (Don't be stupid like Jungkook, please)].
This is unedited, no proof reading done.
*******
For the thousandth time this evening, you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you witnessed your boyfriend, once again, openly flirting with another girl in your presence. It wasn't as if he was unaware of your presence, and he wasn't doing it secretly behind your back either. He was well aware that you were right there, and the irony was that he was supposed to fetch you a drink when he stumbled upon a pair of boobs on the way.
'Baby, it will be fun,' he had said when he insisted on taking you to this party. Yet now, you found yourself sitting awkwardly on a filthy couch, uncomfortably witnessing two guys passionately making out while your so-called boyfriend indulged in flirting with the brunette, who had her hands all over his biceps. You could bet a million dollars that he was flexing them right now.
When you first met Jungkook in your college, he had the title of the biggest fuckboy of the campus and a snap score of 3 million, yes 3 million and if that's not the biggest red flag then what is? But despite the fuckboy behaviour he was a decent person. After trying (and succeeding) to get in your pants at the frat party you first met, he asked you out on a date. Gave you the full date experience, in fact it was one of the best dates you had in a while.
He took you to the movies and was respectful, keeping his hands to himself throughout the outing. During the date, he took care of you, ensuring you were well-fed and enjoyed yourself. Afterward, he even made the extra effort to drive you home in his own car, instead of that death ride he usually brings to college. He was so determined to show you that it wasn't just about sex that he didn't even insist on kissing you at your door, it was you who dragged him inside by his collar to fuck you senseless.
Jungkook surprised you, everyone else and himself when he asked you to be his girlfriend only after three dates. And he was really really sweet so of course you said yes. To show you how devoted he was to you and how he only had eyes for you he didn't even look at other girls let alone flirt with. But that only lasted for two months. Yes, once a fuckboy always a fuckboy. Although Jungkook remained faithful and never slept with anyone else or outright cheated on you, he still indulged in flirting and entertaining any other woman he found even remotely attractive.
Initially, you tried to dismiss it as harmless flirting, but as time went on, the situation became increasingly unbearable. The only thing preventing you from ending the relationship was the fact that he genuinely loved you. Jungkook proclaimed his love for you just three months into the relationship, whereas it took you more than six months to reciprocate those feelings.
You knew Jungkook loved you because he never failed to show you. God, the extremities that boy has gone to show you how much he loves you. One time he ran 12 miles to get to you because you sprained your ankle and was in the hospital and his car was stuck in traffic. Later he ended up fainting from exertion and you found yourself taking care of him instead. It was still really sweet gesture from him.
Once Jungkook managed to free himself from the other girl's company and arrived with a big smile and your favorite beer in hand, you promptly got up and headed towards the front door, leaving your boyfriend behind in confusion.
"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked, following you outside.
"Home." You were already ordering an uber.
"We are leaving already?"
"No, Jungkook. I am leaving already."
"But why? We were having fun."
"Again, no. You were having fun, I was just asked by two guys if I wanted to have a threesome."
"What guys?" Oh the hypocrisy.
"That's not the point JK, JK," you finally snapped, turning to confront your boyfriend. "You're the one who dragged me to this pathetic party, and instead of being there with me, you spent 20 minutes flirting with some random girl."
"Baby you know that was harmless."
"Again with that FUCKING EXCUSE."
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, ok? You know I only have eyes for you. I don't even remember her name."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I'm leaving."
"Let me take you home, ok?"
"I already booked a ride."
"No, those things are dangerous at night. I'm not letting you leave in a cab," he insisted without waiting for your reply he led you to the parking lot where his Harley was parked. Despite any further protests, you let him firmly place your helmet on your head. Surprisingly, within just a month of dating, Jungkook had already arranged customised helmets for both of you as a couple. Though it might have seemed a bit tacky to some, it was his way of expressing a significant commitment, almost like a symbol of marriage in his eyes, and you found it incredibly sweet.
The ride was silent. Only him rubbing your thighs once in a while. You had time to think the whole ride. Contemplate every situation till now that has led up to this moment. Every time that he had flirted with other women and made you feel like shit, invisible. Every time he says 'oh but baby, at the end of the day I come back to you.' You have decided. You were done feeling like shit.
As the motorcycle came to a halt, you realized he had brought you to his place instead of your own. While you hadn't officially moved in together, it felt like you practically had, given the amount of time you spent there and the belongings you had at his place. The fact that he took you there didn't even surprise you; it was a place that felt like "home" to both of you.
"Jungkook why'd you take me to your place. I said take me home."
"This IS home, baby." He said helping you off his bike and taking off both of your helmets. "Let's just go upstairs and talk this out then I'll make you cum and we'll go to sleep."
The short elevator ride to the upstairs apartment felt much longer, with neither of you uttering a word. As you entered and took off your jackets, you let out a sigh. The impending conversation was something you had been dreading, but you knew there was no other option; it had to be done. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as you prepared to address the issues that had been bothering you.
"Jungkook."
"Baby." He mocked your tone.
"Sit down." You pointed at the couch.
"Is this an intervention?" He asked with a grin.
"Just sit." He followed your order and stared at you with those big doe eyes that stopped you from breaking up with him until now. "I love this POV. Your tits look amazing."
"Jungkook, be serious."
"Why, do you keep calling me Jungkook. It's koo and baby for you."
Ignoring the comment you continued with your speech.
"Jungkook... I, I don't think this is working anymore." You said.
"What is not working? Baby, we're fine."
"No we're not. I've been waiting for you to grow out of this...fuckboy phase but it's been three years Jungkook and you still haven't changed. It's even worse now."
"Come on is this about Ally?"
"So you do remember her name."
"Does it matter? It was just some harmless flirting I swear. I even told her I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, I'm so flattered," you retorted, the sarcasm evident in your voice, which seemed to annoy him slightly. Your frustration and displeasure were clear, as you couldn't overlook the impact of his behavior on your feelings.
"Look, what am I supposed to do? Stop talking to women? Is that what you want?"
"Oh my god, do you not see?" you exclaimed, your emotions pouring out. "You entertain them and flirt with them, and it makes me feel terrible, Jungkook. I'm your girlfriend, yet you don't even bother to introduce me to these women. And you call it harmless flirting? What about this?" You pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket, confronting him with evidence of his actions.
"I had no idea she slipped it in my pocket."
"I saw you take it from her."
"But I was not going to call. I swear, baby. You know I would never. I only took that so-"
"So what? So she would wait around the whole night waiting for you to call? That's even worse."
"Babe, look. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want me to do. I made a mistake and I won't do it again, I promise. I swear on it."
"You don't have to. You can call her if you want to. We are done here," you declared firmly, your decision made. His eyes widened in response to your decisive words, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm breaking up with you, Jungkook. It's just not working for me anymore. I'm so tired of your behavior," you expressed with a heavy heart. He was now on his knees before you, tears welling up in his eyes but not yet streaming down his cheeks. Despite the pain, you knew that ending the relationship was the best decision for your well-being and emotional health.
"No no, baby, no. We are not breaking up."
"No. Jungkook we're done."
"No."
"What do you mean no? This is not how it works."
"I'll be better, ok? I promise. Please don't break up with me. I can't live without you. Please. I'll do anything you want. I'll prove it to you." The tears were falling down now. And as much as it hurt to watch him cry you were going to stand firm on your decision. "Let me make it up to you, baby. Please." When his shaking lips made contact with yours you couldn't push him away. One last time wouldn't hurt right? Maybe you'll give him this one last time. God knows he needed this. You needed this.
So you let him. Didn't stop him when he picked you up and took you to yo- his bedroom, Laid you down on his bed, undressed you. You didn't stop him when he kissed down your body, brought you to your high with his mouth. You let him love you one last time.
******
Breaking up with Jungkook had been difficult, and it's been a week since then. The impact of the breakup weighed heavily on you as well, despite your decision being the right one. You cared deeply for him, though maybe not to the same extreme extent as he did for you, as it seemed his love for you bordered on being overly intense and possibly unhealthy.
The breakup had also left you feeling deeply saddened and missing him greatly. However, the impact on Jungkook was even more profound, and describing it as devastating would be an understatement. The next day, as you began getting ready to leave, you noticed Jungkook gazing at you with a lost and vulnerable expression, like a bewildered bunny. It was heartbreaking to witness, and you had to gently remind him that you had broken up with him the night before. The pain of the breakup was evident in his eyes, and it made the situation even more challenging for both of you.
"But, baby we had sex."
"Sex doesn't fix everything, Jungkook. I'm still breaking up with you. It was goodbye sex."
Jungkook was frantic when he realised you were serious about the breakup. Begged you to stay but you had already made up your mind.
Seeing the overwhelming number of missed calls and text messages from your ex-boyfriend, you let out a sigh. Despite the breakup, he was persistently trying to reach out to you, with all the messages saying almost the same thing. While you believed that blocking someone was immature and didn't want to stoop to that level, his relentless badgering was becoming too much to handle. If he continued this behavior, you might eventually have no choice but to block him on your contacts and social media platforms.
As your phone blared for the 58th time, your coworkers shot glares in your direction, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions. Feeling apologetic, you flashed them a smile and finally picked up the phone.
"I swear to god jungkook. I will block you if you don't stop calling me."
"Baby-"
"No, Jungkook. No baby. We broke up remember?"
"You broke up with me, I never accepted it. You're still my baby."
"Jungkook I'm serious. Stop calling me. I will block you."
"You won't."
"Try me."
"Come outside?"
"What? Kook, I'm not home."
"I know. I'm outside your office. They won't let me in."
"Yes I told them not to. What are you doing here? Jungkook you have a job toot, you know that right?"
"I know. But it's not important right now."
"Not important right now? That's your only source of income." You reminded him, resting your forehead on your hand.
"I don't care. What will I do with the money if you're not with me?"
"Pay your bills?"
"Come outside. I wanna see you."
"I can't. I already had my lunch break. Look, jungkook, just go back home ok? Don't do this to yourself. I'm hanging up. Don't call me again or I will block you." You ended the call without waiting for a reply, and the calls finally stopped, but the messages persisted. Deciding it was necessary for your peace of mind, you muted his contact to temporarily shield yourself from the continuous messages.
It was 4 hours later you were exiting the office building with your coworkers when one of them pointed something out.
"Is that Jungkook?" Sherry said and you turned your attention to where she was pointing, and to your surprise, there was Jungkook sitting on one of the benches just outside the building. He stood up with a hopeful smile and waved at you as you approached. His unexpected appearance caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at seeing him again after the breakup.
"You guys go. I'll talk to him."
As your coworkers questioned if you were okay, you gave a simple nod to reassure them. However, you couldn't hide the glare in your eyes as Jungkook approached you. The mix of emotions inside you was evident, but you tried your best to maintain composure in front of your colleagues.
"What are you still doing here, Kook?"
"Well you told me not to call you again and your guard wouldn't let me in so what other option did I have?"
"Yes you did. You had the option to go home."
"But I wanted to see you." Oh god this is frustrating. You are not even surprised that he's acting like a child. He has always been like this, nagging and pestering until you give him what he wants. You are actually more surprised by the fact that he waited a whole week before showing up at your workplace.
"So what you just wait here for 4 hours?"
"No .. 8 hours. I've been here since morning."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
"No. Ask your guards. We are friends now." You closed your eyes to calm yourself.
You spoke with concern in your voice, realizing that Jungkook's actions were not healthy for him. "Jungkook, this is not healthy… Why are you doing this to yourself?" you asked, genuinely worried about the toll the breakup was taking on him. You understood that he was struggling with the situation, but his continuous attempts to contact you were not helping anybody.
"Baby, I'll do anything to prove to you that I want you back."
"But that's You expressed firmly, "I understand how you feel, but that doesn't change my decision. We are not getting back together." You reiterated your stance, hoping he would come to accept it and eventually find a way to move forward.
"You're saying that now."
"No. My answer is not going to change." He looked unconvinced. "At least tell me you ate something?" Despite the circumstances, a small smile crept across your face as you heard his stomach loudly grumble in response to your question. Despite the breakup, you still cared for him and didn't want to see him suffering. You decided to set aside your differences momentarily and focus on making sure he was okay in the present moment.
"You still care about me?" Of course you still cared about him. You didn't break up with him because you don't love him anymore, you broke up because he was an asshole and you realised he was never going to change. And you have to keep reminding yourself that. He's never going to change.
"Where's your bike?"
"I didn't bring it. I don't like riding without you holding me."
"Did you bring your car at least?"
"I walked."
"You walked?"
"I figured that if you were to come back to me, we'd have to deal with the hassle of taking both of our cars back home and riding separately, which I didn't want to go through. So, I decided to walk instead."
"You're unbelievable." He just smiled at you as if it was a compliment. All you wanted was to go home, miss him to death and cry yourself to sleep while holding his old shirt. Was it too much to ask?
His stomach grumbled again. As if asking you to feed him. Jungkook knew he was not torturing himself but you as well. Was this his strategy? Annoy you back in his arms?
"Fine. Let's go?"
"Are you taking me home?"
"No. I'm taking you to eat something."
"Then you're taking me home so I can fuck some sense into you and we can get past this?"
"You know what? I'm leaving. Die starving."
"No I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please feed me."
Despite your current feelings of frustration and hurt towards Jungkook, you chose to bring him to your home that night. However, it wasn't for any romantic reasons or to give in to his demands. Instead, you prepared a home-cooked meal for him, knowing that he likely hadn't been eating well, surviving on ramen, cereal, and a whole lot of alcohol. Despite your present feelings, you couldn't let him go to sleep hungry, so you set aside your emotions and cared for him, making sure he had a satisfying and enjoyable meal.
*******
"You know you can't take him back right? He's very toxic for you."
On that Sunday evening, you and your best friend, Jimin, had a movie night planned to lift your spirits. The hot topic of discussion was none other than Jeon Jungkook. Unlike the rest of your friends from college who always cheered for your relationship with Jungkook, Jimin was the only one who never rooted for you two. He had always expressed his concerns about Jungkook, labeling him as toxic, and reminding you that you deserved better. Back in college, you used to get upset with him, feeling he was always negative. However, as time passed, you realized that Jimin was the only one who consistently stuck by your side, even when others may have overlooked the issues in your relationship.
"I know I know. But you should have seen his face, Jimin. I felt like I kicked a puppy."
"So you just took him back to your place?"
"Only to feed him, I kicked him out after I swear."
"Really?" Jimin asked, keenly observing the guilty expression on your face. He had an uncanny ability to detect when you were lying, almost like a human lie detector. You knew you couldn't hide anything from him, and in this moment, you couldn't escape his discerning gaze.
""Ok, fine, He did stay longer than I initially said," you admitted, knowing that Jimin could see through your attempt to hide the whole truth. His raised eyebrow made it clear that he was onto you. you confessed, knowing you couldn't keep anything from your perceptive friend. "We might have had sex on the kitchen counter.... And the couch..... And my bedroom. But I swear that's it. I'm not lying, I kicked him out and told him it was a mistake right after. Didn't even wait till morning."
The way Jimin said your name almost made you hide out of shame. "You can't retaliate. What happened to 'we are never getting back together'? Taylor Swift will be very disappointed in you."
"I know. I know, it was wrong. It was just a moment of weakness. I swear to god it won't happen again."
Feeling guilty and conflicted after Jungkook left, you realized he might have misunderstood, thinking there was still a chance but you were still determined to not give him another one. You knew you shouldn't have done what you did that night but God did it feel good. You knew for a fact that Jungkook had already ruined you sexually for any other men or your hands or even your vibrator. You tried doing it three times after breaking up with Jungkook but not once could you bring yourself to orgasm. You just gave up after the third time, just accepted the fact that you're not going to have an orgasm ever again. People live without having orgasms right?
That is why, when Jungkook stood so close to you last night, your body seemed to betray your intentions, and you found it hard to resist him. The lingering emotions and history between you both created a pull that was difficult to ignore.
As you cleaned up the kitchen after feeding Jungkook, you hoped he would leave soon. Knowing his tendencies, you knew he would try to sneak into your bed if you went to sleep while he was still there. So, you waited for the right moment to gather enough courage to kick him out. However, Jungkook had different plans in mind. Sneaking up behind you, he cornered you against the kitchen island, catching you by surprise. The close proximity left you heavy breathed and questioning your own decision.
In the heat of the moment, everything felt a blur, and you couldn't recall who initiated the first move or who kissed whom first. It all happened so quickly. One second he was thanking you for the dinner, and the next, he was kissing you passionately, pulling you into the moment so deeply that you momentarily forgot about the complexities of your situation. You only remember how you were so desperate that neither of you even bothered undressing completely before he thrusted deep into you on that kitchen counter. You only remember cumming as he carried you to the couch and you rode him there. You only remember him slowly laying you down on your bed and making slow love to you.
"You're right, Jimin. I need to be stronger. I can't let him get to me like this. You know what? Next time, I'm not even going to look at his way if he shows up."
"Yes, that's the spirit. Ignore him like all those times he ignored you while flirting with that girl from the boba place." The expression of your face immediately turned sour after hearing his words. "I'm sorry. Too soon?" You only nodded in response.
"I can't believe I kept giving him chances after chances for so long. I should've listened to you in the first place; guys like Jungkook never change," you admitted, feeling regretful for not heeding Jimin's advice earlier. Reflecting on the past, you realized that you had been hopeful that Jungkook would change, but now you understood that some people's behaviors remain consistent despite the chances they are given.
""It's still not too late." As if on cue, there were a series of knocks on your front door, and you knew all too well who it was. The familiarity of Jungkook's knocking left you feeling a mix of emotions. Gosh, was it pathetic that you could tell Jungkook from the way he knocks? "Did you order something?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the look on your face.
"No. It's Jungkook."
"How do you know."
"I know." The knocks grew more impatient.
"Should we not open the door?"
"No. Let's ignore him." You said turning up the volume of your tv.
"Baby, did you change the locks? My key's not working." Instead of asking Jungkook to give back your keys you had settled for the less agonizing option and got your locks changed.
"Let's just pretend that we're not home," you suggested to your best friend. Hoping to avoid any confrontation, you both waited until the knocks finally stopped after what seemed like five minutes. Relieved, you thought your plan had worked, and you both resumed watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend had other plans and was determined to come inside some other way if you didn't let him in.
Jungkook had never been one to give up easily, whether it was in sports, academics, or winning back his girlfriend. He was determined to do whatever it took to have you back in his arms. Realizing his mistakes, he was now ready to redeem himself. Jungkook had heard about grand romantic gestures that people used to prove their love, and he was determined to do the same for you. Some people run through airports to stop the love of their life, while others write a hundred letters to confess their love. In Jungkook's case, he was willing to risk his life and climb seven floors to reach you, showing the depth of his determination to make things right.
Your heart skipped a beat as the silence was broken by loud knocks on your bedroom window. The sudden sound startled both you and Jimin as you looked at each other thinking the other might have the answer.
"Is that-?" Jimin couldn't even finish his sentence before you swiftly got up and ran towards your bedroom. It was indeed Jungkook hanging outside your bedroom window.
"Oh my god, Jungkook, are you fucking kidding me?" You quickly opened the windows, concerned that he might fall and get seriously hurt. Jimin followed you to your bedroom and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. You were screaming at Jungkook while he tried to explain himself, hanging from the window.
"This is what I've always been talking about," you continued in frustration, "You always act like a fucking child, doing ridiculous things to get your way. It's just ridiculous. You can't always get whatever you want by pulling stunts like this. You could seriously get injured, and you seem to have no regard for yourself or anyone else. I'm so fuc-"
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business. I want to talk to my girlfriend."
"Ex girlfriend."
"I said none of your business."
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing?" This time it was you asking, exasperated, as Jungkook continued to hang from the flimsy pipe outside your window. The precarious situation he put himself in only added to your frustration and concern.
"You weren't opening the door, what was I supposed to do?"
"NOT CLIMB UP THE FUCKING WALL LIKE A CREEP?"
"Can I please come in now? I don't think I can hold on to this pipe any longer." You and Jimin quickly helped the boy inside.
"Chim, can you please wait outside? I need to talk to him," you requested, and Jimin obliged, but not before warning Jungkook not to try anything or face the consequences. Jimin might have been smaller than your ex in size but damn that man can fight. With Jimin gone, you turned your attention back to Jungkook, ready to confront him about his reckless behavior and demand some answers.
"Care to explain yourself?"
"Baby, I miss you. So fucking much. You have no idea."
"This is insane. You have to know you're crossing a line, Jungkook. Not only are you acting like a fucking child, you're also putting your own life in danger."
"I know, I know I'm acting crazy. But how else do I show you how much you mean to me."
"Jungkook, if I meant to you that much you wouldn't make me feel like a shit in the first place."
"And I am sorry about that. I promise to be better, I wouldn't look at another woman ever again."
"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation? It's too many, Jungkook," you expressed, "You always say the same things, but then you repeat the same mistakes all over again. I can't keep going back to you; it's just not healthy for either of us," you firmly stated, making it clear that you were determined to break this cycle and move on from the relationship.
"Baby, pl-" he walked closer to you only for you to back away.
"And you need to stop acting like this. You can't always act on impulse, you could've seriously hurt yourself."
"It's nothing. It's not that high anyway."
"It's seven floors."
"Actually, 8. I miscalculated, and well, you might wanna avoid Mrs. Katz for a while," Jungkook admitted with a hint of amusement in his voice. Despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn't help but laugh a little at his confession. Oh how much he had missed your laugh, he have always told you that you have the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard and go without it for more than a week? It's just torture.
"You have to leave."
"At least let-"
"No. Jungkook please, I can't do this. Not right now. You have to go," you said running your hands through your hair. "I miss you too, I really do. You have to understand that this is hard for me as well. And you doing all these things is not making anything easier. So please, for me, just leave." A single drop of tear fell down your left eye, you didn't have it in you anymore to back away as he walked toward you.
"Fine, I'll go now. But I won't stop," he declared, stopping right in front of you. "I won't stop until you realize that you're the one that I want. I won't stop until I convince you that you're the one for me, and I love you more than anything in this world. I'm not giving up on you, on us, baby. I don't care how long it takes, I'll beg you every day if I have to, but I won't stop until you come back to me."
His words were sincere, and you could see the determination in his eyes. A part of you desperately wanted to give in, to feel his embrace again, but you were also afraid. Afraid of going through the same cycle, afraid of getting hurt again. The conflict between your heart and mind was tearing you apart as you stood there, facing the man you still loved, but uncertain of what to do next.
He leaned closer, and you instinctively closed your eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead, you felt a light brush of his lips against your forehead. His touch was gentle, his thumbs wiping away your tears, and his lips seemingly kissing the tension away. He stayed like that for a few seconds, leaving you with mixed emotions as he showered you with affection. And with that, he left, not sparing a glance at the man in your living room, indicating his determination to win you back. As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the love you still held for him and the need to protect yourself from potential heartache.
Like a good friend, Park Jimin didn't ask you any questions. He simply held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you sniffed against his chest all night.
*******
It's been almost a week since that conversation you had with Jungkook in your bedroom, and it's now apparent that you have somewhat of a stalker. He's been following you around like a lost puppy for the better part of the week. At first, it was annoying, and you had frequent arguments with him about his behavior. However, as the days passed, you've grown somewhat accustomed to his presence. Now, you mostly ignore him as he follows you around the city, giving him only the occasional side-eye before continuing with your daily routine. Despite your attempts to distance yourself, it seems Jungkook is determined not to let go easily.
Jungkook's constant presence has become both annoying and puzzling. You're not sure how he manages to track your every move or who leaked your information to him, but he seems to be everywhere. If you were riding the subway he was there sitting across you, if you were in a bar with your friends he was there scaring away all the guys that approached you, even when you were on office lunches he was sitting two tables away smiling at you. If it was anyone else it would have been creepy and you would hand them to the police but with Jungkook, sure it was annoying but also... Cute?
Sometimes he approaches you to say something or brings you flowers, while other times he simply waves at you from a distance or quietly observes you while you talk to your friends at a restaurant, much like he is doing now.
"Not to alarm you or anything but there's a really really hot but kinda creepy guy has been following us for 20 minutes now, I'm guessing more but I have only noticed him for 20," Mia was new in the city and in your office, she was also one of your only colleagues who has never seen Jungkook or didn't know who he was. Today you have taken Mia out for lunch and to show her around the city like she so politely asked you a few days ago.
"Don't look right now, but he's standing across the street, and he's looking right at you," Mia whispered, her tone laced with concern. "Should we lead him to the police station?"
Her words of concern brought a chuckle from you, which seemed to confuse Mia. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you, as Jungkook's persistent presence had become a bizarre and somewhat amusing part of your daily life. While Mia saw him as a potential threat, you couldn't help but find his actions, however creepy they might be, somewhat endearing. You assured Mia that you could handle the situation and that there was no need to involve the police.
You turned around to see Jungkook holding a roughly wrapped bundle of sunflowers and waving at you as soon as your eyes met. Of course you didn't bother to wave back.
"Don't worry, he's... he's harmless."
"Do you know that guy?"
"Yeah... Well it wouldn't sound very good if I say it. He's my ex boyfriend."
"Oh my god. Is he stalking you? Shouldn't you report him or something?"
"Oh no, no. Like I said, Jungkook is very harmless. To others… Very harmful for himself, though," you added with a mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook clumsily ran to cross the street, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car in the process. Despite the worrying incident, you assured Mia that Jungkook's intentions were not malicious towards others, but his actions were certainly causing harm to himself.
As you and Mia continued walking, she looked back and forth between you and Jungkook, clearly unsure of how to react in this unusual situation. You could understand her confusion, as dealing with Jungkook's persistent presence was not something you had ever expected to be a part of your daily routine.
Jungkook finally spoke up when he got closer, saying, "I know you saw me."
"Then you must know that I'm ignoring you."
"You look gorgeous." The simple compliment caused a blush to creep up from your neck, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in response to Jungkook's words.
"I know."
"Babe, talk to me. Then I won't bother you the whole day. I promise." Jungkook's plea made you stop in your tracks, and even the girl beside you seemed surprised by your response, as you decided to give him a moment to talk.
"Fine. Talk," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly signaling your skepticism but still willing to hear him out.
"Uhhh..." Jungkook hesitated, clearly caught off guard by your willingness to listen. He struggled to find the right words, unsure of what to say beyond the usual apologies and expressions of missing you.
"These are for you." He said offering you the sunflowers. "You love them."
"You remember that?" It was surprising honestly, you weren't expecting Jungkook to remember some minute detail you mentioned in the passing.
What's more surprising is that Jungkook's eyes not once has drifted to the girl standing awkwardly beside you. To simply say that Mia was beautiful would be the understatement of the century. She was one of the most gorgeous women you've ever laid eyes on and had body of a goddess. Honestly she made you doubt your sexuality for a second so the fact that Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at her was really surprising. Probably because he knows you'd be watching him like a hawk if he did but still, it's progress right?
"I do."
"By the way, this is Mia. My new colleague. Mia, this is Jungkook, my boyfrie...ex-boyfriend," you corrected yourself, catching Jungkook's reaction as his face seemed to brighten momentarily at your slip.
"I would say nice to meet you if you weren't being creepy and stalking us."
"He wasn't stalking us," you said, feeling a sudden urge to defend Jungkook, even though you were trying to keep your distance from him. "Stalking is a form of harassment, and I do not feel even slightly harassed by him. He knows me and he wanted to talk to me, so he followed me here. You have no right to call him a stalker." Both Jungkook and Mia seemed taken aback by your strong defense of him, and you couldn't help but wonder where this protective instinct came from.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"It's okay. Actually, there's the restaurant. I already made a reservation under my name. You should go in; I'll catch up with you in a sec," you said and Mia gave you a polite smile before walking towards the restaurant. As she left, you turned back to Jungkook and noticed his gaze fixed on you. There was no ogling of her ass as she walked away. Progress, you thought to yourself.
"What are you smiling at?"
"I love you." He said giving you those lovestruck puppy eyes.
"Shut up."
"You really do look gorgeous today," Jungkook said, and you couldn't help but look down at your simple outfit—a plain beige shirt and brown work pants. He thinks you look gorgeous in this boring ass outfit? You didn't think there was anything special about it. "You really do," he insisted. "I'm not just saying it to kiss up to you."
"What do you want to talk about?" you asked, brushing off his compliment and getting back to the point.
"You left some stuff at the apartment. They seem important. If you want I can bring them back to your place... or you can come by. Anytime." Your heart did drop a little. He wants you to pick your stuff up from his apartment? What happened to I'll try as long as it takes? Sure you're planning on getting those back anyway but hearing him say that... hurts a little.
"I can come pick them up. If you're around tonight. I'll also bring your key, I still have it." Why did saying it felt so official?
"Yeah cool..."
*******
Oh god it was so not cool. Jungkook was freaking the fuck out. The reality was sinking in, and it was not cool at all. You were going to pick up your stuff, and it felt like the official end was approaching. Until now, it felt like a temporary fight, where he could apologize and you'd come back to him. But now, it felt like a real breakup, and it was hitting him hard.
"Why the fuck did I have to say that? WHY THE FUCK? I'm such a fucking tool. I could have said anything, literally anything and what did I say? Pick your stuff up from my apartment. Why the fuck didn't I just get hit by that damn car instead?"
"Kook, calm down."
"What the fuck you mean calm down? She's gonna be here in two hours or something and she's gonna take the last pieces of her from this apartment and my miserable life and then she's gonna move on while I'll probably die alone because I can't ever love anybody as much as I love her." By the end of his rant all three of his hyungs were looking at him with mouth hung open.
"Bro, you've got issues."
"You think?" Jungkook sarcastically asked as he paused his pacing around the living room for a moment. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, Jungkook's best friends, were gathered around him in the living room as the youngest ranted to them for an hour. Jungkook had called them as soon as he got back to his apartment, seeking their help to salvage the remaining pieces of his love life. True to their friendship, they all showed up within an hour. However, so far, none of them had been even slightly helpful, and Jungkook was now two bottles of wine down.
"Here's an idea," Hoseok offered. "Don't open the door when she comes here, she's gonna think you invited her and forgot, hence she can't take her stuff." All three men looked at Hoseok.
"Yes, Kook. And punch her dog while you're at it." Namjoon scoffed.
"At least I'm giving some advice. You guys are useless."
"Yes, Hobi hyung. And I appreciate that. But she already has a key she's just gonna get in and take her stuff and leave."
Yoongi finally broke his silence, offering his perspective. "You know what, JK? If she can't already see the efforts, maybe she's not worth it. You already spent a week following her around like a puppy, and she doesn't have the decency to acknowledge your efforts?" His words held a hint of frustration, clearly disappointed in your lack of response to Jungkook's attempts to win you back.
"She has every right to be mad at me. I was a horrible boyfriend. A week is nothing, even if it takes a year I'm still gonna try to do everything I can. And what efforts? All I've done is stalk her around, probably even made her uncomfortable."
"I agree with Yoongi, Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign that you should consider moving on," Namjoon gently suggested, feeling sympathy for his young friend. He had never seen Jungkook so frustrated and heartbroken before; usually, he was the life of the party, bringing joy to everyone around him. Witnessing him like this was truly disheartening.
"No, you guys don't understand. I love her. You know why I was always carefree about the future? Because I always knew it was her, I don't care what I do or what I am as long as its with her. She's it for me and I want her by my side for my whole life. I want to be hers more than I want to be anything. I want children, I want a dog, I want a marriage, I want everything with her and if she's not in the future I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know who I am without her." Jungkook's monologue has left everyone speechless and in awe.
"Dude you wanna get married? I never pegged you to be the one to get married?"
"Not right away but in the future, yes. Only if it's to her tho. I don't want anyone else."
"Wow... Never thought Jeon Jungkook would have children in his future." Yoongi knew him the longest and all through his fuckboy phase so it was hardest to digest for Yoongi.
"Well not anymore. The mother of my children wants a divorce."
"Did you say all that to her?" asked Namjoon.
"What?"
"That little speech you just gave? Does she know all that?"
"No... I guess we never got to talk about all those things. I realised all this after the break up anyway."
"Then tell her. Tell her everything you just said, exactly how you said it."
It was easier said than done. You arrived with a knock on his door an hour after the boys left. An hour which Jungkook spent cleaning every surface of his apartment so you wouldn't notice how pathetic his life has gotten after you left.
Upon seeing you walk into his apartment, Jungkook's mouth went dry. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, even in the simplest of outfits. He still has no idea how you manage to look so beautiful in the dullest outfits ever. Your dress modestly covered your legs, and your top had a conservative neckline, not even a hint of cleavage was seen yet you still managed to radiate a captivating charm. You were also wearing little to no makeup. He did not want to be one of those boyfriends who bragged about their girlfriends looking pretty without makeup but damn if it was a compitition he'd win. If situations was different he would have made a joke about you going to the church but he stops himself.
"You want some wine?" Jungkook asked.
"Sure. Did you clean the place?"
"Uh...oh yeah. Just a little." He replied pouring wine in two glasses and brought them out to you. You had to mentally remind yourself that this wasn't a romantic date; you were just here to pick up your belongings. Being back in his apartment after such a long time stirred up mixed emotions, and you couldn't help but feel your heart racing.
You took a sip of the wine, only to find it tasted terrible, and you immediately spit it out, making a disgusted face.
"Oh my god, is this the wine we tried making at home?"
"Yes."
"It's awful," you said, both of you bursting into laughter. "Oh my god, why do you still have this? Throw it out, it's literally trash."
"Nah… I like it sometimes… it goes well with that cheese you tried making," he said with a playful grin, recalling a failed culinary experiment from your past. The two of you shared a knowing look, the memories of your shared moments flooding back.
"Noooo that's disgusting... I can't believe you still eat that." You continued laughing. Ok focus, you're not here to have fun.
"Only sometimes... when I miss you." He said and your laughs stopped. "Baby I-"
"So? Where is all my thing?" You ask, completely ignoring the nickname.
"I'm sorry I didn't pack anything." Because I don't want to let you go. "Some of your clothes are still in the laundry room. We can start there." You headed to the compact laundry room, which was conveniently connected to his bathroom. Jungkook trailed behind you in silence as you began sifting through the sizable laundry baskets, searching for your clothes among the various items.
The atmosphere was a mix of awkwardness and nostalgia. Memories of the times you spent together flooded your mind as you touched the familiar fabrics. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand and not get lost in emotions that might cloud your judgment.
"Koo, you mixed up the dirty and clean basket again," you said, using the old nickname almost instinctively. Jungkook's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but notice the fondness in your voice as you gently pointed out his little mistake.
"Did I?"
"Yeah. Blue one is for the dirty laundry, and the white one is for the washed clothes. You mixed them all up, and now you'll have to wash 'em again," you said, teasingly holding up a definitely used Calvin Klein underwear from the clean laundry basket. It felt oddly domestic, and a sense of nostalgia washed over you. Part of you wanted to spend a little more time just doing this with him, the way you used to when you were together.
"Did you try washing my clothes?" You asked picking up your white, well now pink t shirt with your hands.
"I wanted to do something nice."
"That's sweet of you, but there's a reason I told you not to do the laundries. I do the laundries and you do…" You paused, catching yourself before you continued talking as if you were still a couple. It was a slip, and you needed to remind yourself of the reality. You were here to pack your clothes and leave, not to discuss how to divide chores between couples.
"Well you're not here anymore. So I do the laundries and I do the dishes."
"Right... I'll seperate my clothes and then pack them." As you started sorting through the clothes, memories flooded back when your hands grabbed a certain grey t-shirt. Tears welled up in your eyes as that t-shirt held significant meaning in your relationship. It was the first time you stayed at Jungkook's place, and he had given you that t-shirt to wear. You loved it so fucking much that you still wore it occasionally. It represented a sweet and intimate moment between the two of you. Despite the emotions it stirred, you simply placed the t-shirt in his pile of clothes.
"What are you doing? That's your t shirt." He picked it up to put it back in your pile.
"No, it's yours."
"Yes but I gave it to you because you love it."
"Well we're not a couple anymore so I'm giving it back. How are we supposed to move on if-"
"Why are you so fixated on that?"
"On what?"
"On moving on." This was the first time after the break up you were seeing a glimmer of anger in Jungkook's eyes as he walked around the counter to come to your side.
"Well we have to move on, don't we? We can't keep living in the past."
"It's not the past yet. I still love you and you still love me. And don't you fucking deny that you don't. Because you do."
"Well it doesn't matter. Love is not enough to work a relationship, Jungkook. We are not compatible."
"And who decided that? You? You suddenly know everything about compatibility?"
"Can't you see? We are fucking fighting over a fucking t shirt."
"No it's not about a t-shirt, we are fighting over the fact that you're giving up on our 3 years relationship so easily like it meant nothing to you."
"Easily? Do you think any of this is easy for me, Jungkook? Do you think I just want to fucking break your heart because I just want to give up? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to fucking walk into this apartment just to walk out for your life?"
"Well you could have fooled me. It sure as hell look like you don't give a flying fuck about us right now?"
"I don't give a fuck? How dare you say that? I have given the most fucks about this relationship out of the two of us." Your voices raised in intensity as you found yourselves in close proximity, chests nearly touching, and only a few inches of space between your faces. Despite the heated argument, you couldn't help but notice how his chest was heaving from all the emotions, and how strikingly handsome he looked tonight.
Jungkook was so angry that he had no idea what he was saying anymore. He was just venting his frustration and shouting whatever came to mind in the heat of the moment. But your mind had drifted away from deciphering his words. Instead, you found yourself fixated on his lips, the way the little freckle moved up and down with his lips, and how his hands gestured frantically as he tried to make his point. The intensity of the moment seemed to fade away, and you were lost in the small details that had once been so familiar to you.
"You know what? You're such a hypocrite. You've nagged me all this time for not making efforts, and now you don't even acknowledge any of them. Do you have any idea how cruel you are-?" Unlike last time, this time you remember who made the first move. You took him by surprise, grabbing his gray hoodie to pull him closer. It was you who pulled him down and pressed his lips against your own. The kiss was intense, filled with a mixture of frustration, love, and longing. In that moment, all the pent-up emotions seemed to find release, and you found yourself melting into each other's embrace, at least for a brief moment.
Jungkook doesn't know what the hell took over you, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. No. It only took him a mere second to acknowledge the situation, but once he did, his arms were already around your waist, pulling you closer than physically possible. The intensity of the moment, the rush of emotions, it all felt overwhelming and right at the same time. The world seemed to fade away as you both embraced, holding on tightly to each other as if afraid to let go. It was a moment of surrender, a moment of pure vulnerability, and for that moment, everything else ceased to exist.
The silent laundry room filled up with the sound of lips smacking each other. And both of you trying to breath between your kisses. Kissing Jungkook has always been a treat in itself, you have had your fair share of lovers before Jungkook but none of them had ever kissed you like he did. Kissing with them was always sort of a task that you would have to go through until both of your clothes were off but not with him. With him kissing itself was such an amazing experience, you could and you had spent hours just kissing those lips, that how good of a kisser Jungkook was.
Jungkook didn't only kiss with his lips; he kissed with his whole body. His hands explored every inch of your skin that was available to him. One hand was tracing the curve of your hips while the other moved up your back, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle squeeze of his hand on your ass elicited soft moans from you, and you felt your body responding to his touch in all the ways it used to when you were together. The physical connection between you two was undeniable, and it was as if no time had passed since your last intimate encounter.
Without breaking your kisses for a second, Jungkook swiftly picked you up and placed you on the counter, not caring that the laundry baskets fell to the floor. The kisses became more desperate and fervent, his tongue demanding authority inside your mouth. It was as if all the pent-up emotions and desires from the past week were being unleashed in this passionate moment, and neither of you could resist the pull of each other's lips and bodies.
"Wait, wait," You pulled away, panting and with droopy eyes from the intensity of the moment. Your small hands gently pushed against his chest when he tried to lean in again. "What are we doing?" you asked, seeking clarity amidst the intoxicating rush of emotions and desire.
"I think, I think we are making out."
"No I mean... I'm not here to do this. This is not right."
"Who cares?" Jungkook shrugged, capturing your lips in another kiss. One much shorter than the previous.
"I do."
"Do you want this?"
"I do...but-" you were cut off by his plump lips.
"Let's talk about it later then... I miss you."
"I miss you too," you whispered, giving in to the overwhelming emotions and desires that filled the air between you both. With those words, you granted Jungkook the permission he needed to take things further. In that moment, you embraced the vulnerability of being human, unable to resist the pull of his charm and the way his body ignited your own.
His hands eagerly roamed along your back, searching for the zipper that must be hidden somewhere on the dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your breath hitched as you felt his fingers deftly find the zipper's pull. The anticipation of what was to come next filled the air, and time seemed to slow down as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.
"How was the meeting with the reverend?" He finally made the joke he had been dying to say all evening, making you smack his chest slightly
"Shut up. I thought if I didn't look hot, I'd make it easy on you." you playfully responded, justifying your choice of the dark green dress that covered most of your body.
"Are you kidding me? You can never not look hot. You are feeding my sexy liberarian fantasies." Ignoring his comment you started unzipping his gray hoodie revealing the white wife beater underneath.
"Meals you can skip, gym you can't?" You commented admiring the muscles adorning his shoulders chest and biceps. You shivered when his hand suddenly reached under your dress to caress your bare thighs. Close to your core which you were sure was practically drenched now.
"Can I take this off?" All you could do was nod in response and he ripped your dress off of you in mere seconds. "Gosh, baby, you're so beautiful." Jungkook whispered looking at your mismatched pair of cotton underwear. "Look at you... dripping already. You got this wet just with my kisses?" You shook your head in agreement as he gaped at your clothed pussy. A very noticeable and big patch of wetness covering your panties right at the centre. "I missed playing with your pussy so much. Did it miss me too, Baby?" Once again all you could do was nod when his fingers slowly started tracing shape on your clit. "Words, sweetheart."
"Yes... it missed you. Please do something, koo." The way you mewled out the words sent blood rushing towards his already hard cock. That was all the encouragement he needed to push your panties to the side. His face lit up at the sight of your dewy folds. Slick dripping between the slit.
"What do you want first?"
"Fingers. I want your fingers." Jungkook quickly moved to take off his rings but you stopped him. "Fuck me with them." Jungkook almost came at your words, you never told him before that you liked getting off with his rings.
"You like the cold metal?" You couldn't answer the question as he started playing with the bundle of nerves, pinching it occasionally. All your words turned into whimpers. "Look your pussy baby. Begging of my fingers." He smirked before slowly entering your folds with his middle fingers.
"Ah... baby." You shakily reach out with your hand to bring his face near your chest. He seemed to understand the assignment as he quickly started nibbling at the skin of your breast, pulling down the cups to release your nipples which were now hard like pebbles.
Jungkook had a way of eliciting reactions from you as if it were the first time every time, despite having experienced it countless times over the past three years. It amazed you how he could still have such an impact on you after all this time.
"I missed having your tits on my face." Jungkook murmured before quickly taking one in his mouth. You moaned out incoherent words when his ring finger joined his middle finger inside your cunt. Thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hands found solace in Jungkook's hair as he continued leaving kisses all across your chest.
You let out a tiny whimper in protest when his fingers pulled out from you. He brought them up to his lips and gave them a suck, eyes looking deeply in your half closed once.
"Shhh don't worry, baby. I just want more access." You understood what he meant when he pulled you up easily with one hand to take off your panties and throwing it somewhere in the laundry room. "You know, you taste just as sweet as day one." He picked up some of your slick on his fingers and brought them closer to your lips. "Taste baby, taste how devine you are." You took his fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. Jungkook's cock was now as hard as a rock. He quickly took one of your hands and guided them to his clothed boner in order to get some relief. Like muscle memory your your hands quickly started working on his crotch. Squeezing it just the right amount.
"Wanna suck your cock." You quickly said.
"Later. Let me have this cunt for now." He quickly bent down on his knees to swipe his tongue up your slit pulling out a sudden loud moan from you. "Yes baby. Keep screaming." He said before leaning for ward and getting to work, lapping at your juices like a dog dying from thirst.
His two long fingers went back inside your seeping hole as his tongue started flicking your clit. His free hand grabbed your thigh and put it on his shoulder. You were halfway hanging from the counter and practically sitting on Jungkook's face. Jungkook on the other hand was in his heaven right now. Imagine two of the most favourite things to mankind, ass and pussy and then imagine being buried in them, Jungkook thought if he died right now right here, it would be the best death.
Your hips started moving in circular motion as you ground your pussy against his face. Hands tugging at his raven locks. His nose occasionally bumped against your clit. You looked down at the scene in front of you, Jungkook's eyes looking up at you and his mouth ate away at your pussy. The look of his face trapped between your thighs was so filthy that you almost came from it only.
His tongue had now replaced your fingers in poking and prodding inside your walls. His hand came around your hips to rub at your clit.
Jungkook loved eating your pussy and it showed. The way his eyes closed in pleasure only by bringing you close to your orgasm. He was a very selfless lover, he found pleasure in pleasing you and he could spend days licking your juices and playing with your pussy. Right now his goal was to make you cum, if you squirt then it would be a bonus.
"I'm close, Koo. Lick my clit please." And like the always obedient lover, he did. Fingers parting your pussy lips and tongue getting back to licking the bundle of nerves, lips wrapping around it to give it a suck now and then. The sounds you were making were pornographic to say the least. You were sure you sounded like one of those girls making high pitched noises in the porn videos but you couldn't help it. Jungkook made you behave like a whore and you loved it. You loved screaming his name and you loved making these obscene sounds, and Jungkook loved it even more.
"Koo, I'm cumming." You cried out. He started licking even faster at your words, helping you reach the high faster. His heart jumped with joy when he saw the juices coming out of you. He did it, he made you squirt. Your legs quivered around him as you came down from his high. He didn't stop there. He licked you until you were clean and drank every single droplet of your arousal. You were shaking from the orgasm and the oversensitivity you felt in your pussy.
With one last kiss to the hood of your clit Jungkook came up and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss. You were determined to pleasure him like he did you. Shaking hands fidgeting with his clothes as you tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.
"Slow down baby." He helped you take of his wife beater.
"Can't. Want your cock." You were once again drunk on arousal. Your hands worked as quick as they could after that earth shattering orgasm to pull out his cock from his sweatpants. Mouth watering at the sight once it finally did.
Jungkook had the most beautiful and delicious cock you have ever seen. It was long and thick with just the perfect mushroom tip, which was now swollen and red and leaking from precum. The veins in his cock were imitating the veins on his arms, ready to pop any minute. Your thumb already started doing its job by spreading the precum all over his tip.
The groan he let out as your hand played with his cock was very loud. Almost as if giving you a warning.
"Is baby a cockslut?" He asked, reaching out to trace your lips with his tumba. The same thumb that was rubbing your clit only a minute ago.
"Only for you."
"Yes. Only mine."
"Wanna suck your cock." You pleaded once again.
"Go ahead, babygirl. Do whatever you want." You took that as permission to sink down on your knees and come face to face with his throbbing penis which was begging for your attention. Your hands stroked him slowly up and down and tongue came out to tease the top. "Don't tease, baby." You giggles once he used his heavy tip slap you slightly.
You looked up at him, making the most innocent face as you collected some spit in your mouth and then spit on his cock to lather it up with some slick. You slowly took the warm tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop.
"Just like that, babe." Jungkook sighed out and his words arrange you to take him in inch by inch until he was in your throat. One of your hands came up to play with his balls. His moans were now louder working as your inspiration to please him more. You loved the way he said your name. Moaned your name like you were some goddess that he was praying to.
Your head started bobbing up and down as you took him in and out of your mouth. Tongue continuously playing with the warm slit on tip of his cock.
"Fuck my mouth." You said once you took him out completely.
"You sure?" You only responded with a nod and that was all the answer that he needed to grab the back of your head and start thrusting in your mouth. You angled your teeth in a way you knew he loved. In a way that they grazed his shaft enough to feel but not enough to hurt. His tip was bumping at the back of your throat as one of your hand kept playing with his balls.
He pulled out of your mouth too soon to your liking and you gave him a questioning look.
"I'll cum if we kept going. I wanna cum in your pussy." Jungkook did not take one more second to pull you up and bend you against the counter. Fingers once again playing with your entrence to make sure you were wet enough to enter. "Look at you. You are wet again already, baby. Such a fucking whore." Although his words might have offended you naturally but right now they just added to your arousal. "My little whore wants to get fucked?" His hands digging in the flesh of your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle.
"Yes, Kookie. Please, fuck me." You begged, splayed out on your front on the cold counter. His cock was running along your pussy, poking in your slit but not really entering. "Stop teasing me you, asshole." You screamed earning a chuckle from the man behind you.
"This is what you get for being so mean to me." The loud smack that came at the flesh of your ass was very unexpected. "Tell me you forgive me and I'll fuck you." He bargained.
"No." Another smack making you yelp out from pleasure and pain. Your cunt once again was dripping from your arousal and this asshole was doing absolutely nothing about it. Wasn't he turned on too?
"Say or I won't fuck you."
"You're an asshole"
"That's not the answer."
"Fine. I forgive you. Just fuck me, please." Jungkook laughed at the way you begged.
"See. It wasn't that hard." He finally sink into you. A synchronised moan escaped the both of you once he was completely inside. "So warm and tight, baby. The best pussy ever."
"Jungkook, faster." You moaned and he obliged instantly. Your ass jiggling as he started snapping into you in a fast rhythm. His cock was hitting you in all the right places, he had found your g-spot instantly. One of his hands sneaked to the front to rub your clit as the other pulled you back and held you against his chest.
You hiked one of your legs up on the counter to get better angle and feel all of him in all the right places. Jungkook kept grunting in your ear, letting out words of encouragement, telling you how good you were holding up and how wonderful your pussy was.
Your breast bounced up and down as he pulled out of you and pushed in with equal force. His fingers kept rubbing and flicking your clit side to side and soon you were close to your climax.
"Jungkook I'm close."
"Hold it."
"Can't," you were cut off by your own moan at another hit against your g spot. "Can't hold it for long."
"Just for a little, baby. I'm close too." His hand turns your jaw sideways to capture your lips, drinking all of your moans. Just a few thrusts of his later he was almost there. "On the count of 3, ok baby?" You nodded against his lips.
"One." He slapped your clit, earning a loud moan from you.
"Two." His hand tucked and pinched at your nipples.
"Three." With one final thrust the both of you came down from your climax with a loud scream.
"Oh god I love you. I love you so much baby." Jungkook said as his seeds filled your pussy up to the brim.
*******
"What are you doing?" Jungkook looked at you confusingly as you pulled on your clothes 15 minutes after having sex with him. Although he did clean you up there was still some of his cum inside you right now.
"I can't go out naked."
"Why do you have to go out?"
"Because I don't live here? We are still broken up, Jungkook." Your words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"What? But we... we just had sex... you said you forgave me."
"Don't act like you never said anything to get whatever you want." You said looking for your panties. "Where the fuck are my panties?"
"What do you m- did you just say that to have sex with me?" He said as you looked for another pair of panties in the laundry basket. "I feel so used right now."
"Don't be dramatic."
"But baby... I thought we made up. Please don't leave now."
"Jungkook... You want to win me back? Do it without sex. The sex was amazing but I'm sorry it did not solve anything. I still feel the same and you still haven't gave me any assurance."
"So we're still broken up?"
"Yes. I'll pickup my things some other time. I'm leaving." He sighed knowing there was no point in arguing. You were nothing if not stubborn.
"At least let me drop you off. It's getting late."
"It's ok. I called Taehyung when you were in the bathroom. He's already outside probably." You said, checking the time in you wrist watch.
"Fucking Taehyung." Jungkook muttered under his breath.
"Bye, Jungkook. Don't torture yourself, please."
*******
"Oh the walk of shame." Taehyung teased you when you walked out of a certain apartment building to his awaiting car.
"Shut up, Tae. If I wanted to be judged, I'd have called Jimin." Taehyung was your other best friend, and although you hadn't known each other for long, he quickly warmed his way into your heart. Ironically, you met Taehyung through Jungkook; he was Namjoon's cousin. However, now he was closer to you and Jimin than he was to Jungkook. You first met Taehyung at a club where Jungkook had dragged you with his office friends. Despite hitting on you initially, he politely backed off when you declined, and you both ended up spending the rest of the night talking and bonding over feeling neglected by the people who dragged you to the club.
"He's going to have field day with this." Taehyung chuckled as he drove away from the building.
"That's why we're not telling him."
"Fine by me, if you think you can lie to him."
"Oh god. What did I do?"
"Look, babe. I don't know what to say, you clearly still love him and he's clearly still obsessed with you. You are only torturing yourself by trying to stay away from him."
"I just... It's not enough you know. I know he loves me, more than anything but if I get back with him who's to say a week later he just won't go back to his usual self? I'm just scared Taehyung, I just don't want to get hurt. I don't want to be one of those women in the future who just sits at home and waits for her husband while he's out their flirting with a waitress or something."
"I just hope you'd stop hurting. Nothing else." He gave you a sympathetic smile and held your hand for the whole drive.
*******
Life can be cruel, and it seemed like the universe wasn't on your side. You want something so much and when you'd finally have it, you don't want it anymore. You had wanted space from Jungkook and asked for it repeatedly, but now that he had given you that space for the past six days, you couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was missing from your life. It was as if a big piece of your heart was absent, and you found yourself longing for his presence once again.
Six days had passed since you left Jungkook's place in Taehyung's car, and during that time, he hadn't reached out to you even once. There were no phone calls, no text messages, and no unexpected appearances at random places. It felt strange and unfamiliar not having him actively pursuing you, and it only added to the confusion and uncertainty swirling in your mind.
Every time you made a turn or entered a cafe, a part of you half-expected Jungkook to be there, waving at you with that familiar, endearing smile on his face. But each time, you found yourself disappointed as there was no sign of him. The absence of his constant presence was both a relief and a pang of longing, leaving you torn between wanting to move on and wanting him to come back into your life.
Wasn't this what you want? For him to stop obsessing over you and move on with his life? However, now that he had seemingly taken a step back, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A part of you wanted him to fight for you, to prove that he was willing to change and make things work. Another part of you longed for his familiar presence and the comfort that came with it.
"Did you hear any of the words I just said?" Mia asked you and you gave her a guilty smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little preoccupied today."
"Is this about Jungkook again?"
"I'm so sorry... I think this is a very bad idea. I really don't want to disrespect your friend." When Mia suggested the double date with her boyfriend and their friend a few days ago you were very skeptical about it. You didn't want to get into anything right now with the mess that your head was but after discussing it with Jimin and Taehyung, they convinced you that you should go, to take your mind off of things for a bit. Double dates are nothing serious, it was just a way to lighten up your mood. Although now you were regretting the whole ordeal. You shouldn't have come here. Not only was your mood very sour but it was also very evident on your face.
"Oh no. You wouldn't. Trust me. Actually the thing is Chris is going through a bad breakup and Jisung and I thought you could, you know help each other out or something."
"That's very sweet of you, Mia. But you sure I wouldn't ruin the whole thing?"
"Oh don't worry at all. And even if it does not go well nothing will be ruined between us. We'll laugh about it later." You gave her a grateful smile when she rubbed your hands.
A few seconds later, the bell of the restaurant rang, and two very attractive men walked in. As the woman beside you stood up, you realized that they were your dates. Mia quickly introduced you to her boyfriend Jisung and your date Chris. You were relieved that Chris wasn't at least horrible looking, and you hoped you could get through this one date.
"Wow, they did not mention how beautiful you are," Chris said as he shook your hand and took the seat in front of you. You couldn't help but wonder how many times he used this line, but then you reminded yourself that not every guy is a player. For all you know, Chris could be a very sweet guy who was genuinely complimenting you.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you replied with a polite smile. "You don't look so bad yourself."
As the conversation flowed, you found yourself getting more comfortable around Chris. He was easy to talk to, which helped lighten your mood. Despite being a genuinely sweet guy, you couldn't help but compare Chris to Jungkook. Whether it was the way he spoke, sat, or even called for the waiter, Chris lacked the same level of confidence that Jungkook possessed. Even on your first date, Jungkook had a way of making you feel like you had known him forever, and that kind of connection was hard to find with anyone else.
You observed that Chris couldn't hold a candle to Jungkook when it came to a sense of humor. While Jungkook was effortlessly funny, Chris tended to build up to a joke too much, and it often fell flat, leaving you with no choice but to give him pity laughs.
You had to consciously remind yourself to stop comparing this man to your ex boyfriend. Chris might not be as funny, or confident, or curious, or smart, or handsome, or cute, or witty, or energetic, or adventurous, or a good wine orderer as Jungkook but he was still a decent person. Perhaps, if you gave him a chance, things could potentially go well. It was essential to keep an open mind and not let your past experiences cloud your judgment.
The mention of your name from the man in front of you snapped you out of your train of thoughts. "So, tell me something about yourself," he said, and you suddenly realized that all three pairs of eyes were expectantly on you. Not knowing exactly what to say, you started talking about your work. With Jungkook, this was never an issue; conversation always flowed effortlessly, even in the early stages of your relationship.
"Oh… um well, I recently got promoted to a junior copywriter in our advertising company," you replied, giving him a small smile.
"No none of the boring work stuff. Tell me about yourself. What are your interests?" he asked, and you were slightly surprised by his directness. Didn't Mia mention he was going through a breakup as well? Must have been one happy breakup if he was still so cheerful.
"I... I like horror movies."
"Oh, I can't stand horror movies," Chris replied. Jungkook, on the other hand, loved horror movies. Every weekend, the two of you would go watch horror films or shows and then mock the scary scenes together. He adored seeing you jump at the jump scares and relished the opportunity to hold you close in his arms to "console" you.
"Then what kind of movies do you like?"
"I'm more into non-fiction and political cinema, and occasionally documentaries," he said. His response didn't exactly excite you, and you wondered if he was just trying to impress you or if his taste in movies was genuinely that dull. If it was the former he was doing a very bad job.
"Prude," Mia's boyfriend, Jisung, let out a cough, and it actually made you laugh, realizing it might be the first time you've genuinely laughed during this date. Normally, Jungkook would have already… No, no more thinking about Jungkook.
"I think it's adorable that Chris gets his jollies from 'our planet'." You laughed again, finding some amusement in the conversation. This date might end up being a little more bearable after all.
Finding an opening, you slipped into a conversation with Mia and Jisung instead of focusing solely on Chris. You couldn't help but awe at how adorable of a couple Mia and Jisung were. They recently celebrated their 1-year anniversary. Jisung was much younger but despite the age difference, they seemed so happy and in love. They reminded you so much of you and Jungkook. While Jungkook might not have been younger than you, he was definitely the more mischievous and playful one in the relationship, while you tended to be more responsible and level-headed.
"Do you happen to know the guy sitting behind you? Because he has been glaring at me like I just stole his kids and traded them for wool," Chris said, catching Mia's attention first. She turned around, and you followed suit, curious to see who was giving Chris such a fierce look.
To your surprise, it was none other than Jeon Jungkook sitting at the table behind you, and he wasn't alone. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon were with him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, and a myriad of emotions surged through you, but one was the most overwhelming of them all. Guilt.
Regret washed over you as you realized the impact your decision to go on this date had on Jungkook. His hurt expression tugged at your heartstrings, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for putting yourself in this situation. It was clear that this double date was a mistake, and you were left grappling with your emotions and the consequences of your choices.
Feeling overwhelmed and needing a moment alone, you excused yourself from the table without waiting for any response from the others. You rushed through the restaurant, trying to find a washroom where you could collect your thoughts and emotions. The encounter with Jungkook had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had intentionally come here like he did that past week or if it was just actually a coincidence.
"So we're dating other people now?" He sounded hurt when he stepped in behind you in the restroom.
"Kook, this is not what it looks like."
"I'm not mad. I'm just surprised."
"You're not?"
"Maybe a little."
"Where were you for the past six days?" You turned the question on him.
"So I disappear for a week and you start dating someone else. Thought it would take at least 30 days to move on from a 3 year relationship." His remark was bitter but you knew where he came from.
"Kook, it's not what it looks like," you said, stepping closer to him, feeling the need to explain yourself even though you knew you didn't owe him anything. After all, you were not together anymore, and it had been almost three weeks since the breakup.
"By the way I didn't disappear because I was giving up on us. I was just trying to give you some space. Our friends forced me to give you some space," He said "I wouldn't have if I knew..."
"Jungkook,"
"What's his name?"
"Don't do this to yourself."
"What does he do? I mean we can still be friends right? I know it-" you cut of his words by pressing your lips against his in a very soft kiss.
"Koo, you presence was not so insignificant in my life that I'd forget you in a week." Your words brought a hint of smile on his lips. He let out a sigh in relief.
"Oh thank God I thought I lost you to that leprechaun."
"Hey," you scolded him. "I swear to god if you pick a fight with him on the way out, I'll whoop your ass."
"That would be so hot." There he was. Your precious Jungkook.
"But we're still not back together." The smile left his face as soon as it came. "Kook... I'm still not your but... Make me. I'm willing to give you another chance but... You have to assure me that it will be worth it. Win me back and I'm yours."
"I will, baby. I'll show you how devoted I am." With one last kiss on your lips he left the restroom.
As Jungkook left the restroom with a newfound sense of hope and determination, you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenge of winning you back with all his heart.
As you returned to the table, Mia and Chris looked at you curiously. "Is everything okay?" Mia asked with concern.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a little chat."
Chris raised an eyebrow playfully. "A little chat, huh? Well, I hope it was a good one."
You glanced back at the restroom door, feeling a mix of emotions inside you. "Yeah, it was," you replied, your heart a little lighter than before.
*******
And the cycle began anew on the following day. The affectionate text messages resumed, starting from the sweet "good morning" greetings to heartfelt 'I love you'. You received a bouquet of a 100 sunflowers on your desk with a note that only read 'because roses are cliche'. He sent boba at your office because you hated coffee and he sent you sushi's from your favourite restaurant.
It was like a cycle. Once again he was following you around the city but this time you didn't roll your eyes at him, didn't cuss him out or ask him to leave you alone. You even heard from Jimin and Taehyung that Jungkook deleted his Snapchat and Instagram. Jimin was the most shocked one at the news. 'Oh my god is Jungkook actually trying to redeem himself?'
You laughed as Jungkook ran after your subway because he was a minute too late and couldn't get in as it left the station. But like the lovely ex-girlfriend you were you decided to get off on the next station to wait for him. And like you expected 10 minutes later a you saw Jungkook running down the stairs, eyes looking for you. Quickly running up to you when he found you.
"Did you run here?" He didn't answer you but only because he was too busy catching his breath.
"There are trains only two minutes apart."
"I...I know that" He said between catching his breath. "But that... would not... have been very romantic."
"And what if I didn't get off at this station."
"I would run to your office."
"You're crazy."
"Only for you."
One more week goes by with Jungkook showing you in every way how much you mean to him. You were finally starting to get the assurance and security that you have always craved for your relationship. You were finally starting to see the depths of Jungkook's devotion. The smile on your face now was just a constant on your face. And there were only two reasons for it, Jungkook and thoughts of Jungkook.
"So, how's everything going with your crazy stalker ex?" One night Jimin playfully commented when you him and Taehyung were spending it at your place.
"Don't call him crazy."
"Fine. How's your completely sane stalker ex?" You only roll your eyes but soon started smiling widely. "Oh my god guys... He's the sweetest. I don't think I've seen him putting this much efforts like ever."
"Yeah, Namjoon says he's so whipped for you that it's disgusting." Taehyung's comment makes you blush. "So? When are you getting back together with him."
"I don't know. I mean I know. But, I don't know should I initiate it? Should I wait for him to ask me again? Should I ask him to ask me again."
"Don't think too much about it. If you wanna be with him, be with him." Taehyung being the ever level headed one said.
"I say make him work some more. That man had you going crazy for three years, the least jail time he deserves is three months." Jimin said sipping on his margarita.
"Don't listen to, Jimin. In fact call him right now."
"No, don't call him right now. This is our night. Don't be a simp."
"Do you guys bet against me and Jungkook?" You asked looking between both of your friends who looked like deers caught in a headlight. "Who else?"
"Just Jimin and I... and Namjoon and Yoongi and Hoseok." You gasped dramatically at your unbelievable friends.
"If either of you win, I want my cut."
The next day you were surprised to not see the usual series of morning texts that you get from Jungkook. There were no flowers outside your doorstep or your desk. Nobody sent you boba or lunch and you could say that you were having a very Jungkook less day today. The lack of your cute stalker ex has taken a toll on your mood and you found yourself becoming increasingly snappy and cranky with others, unable to shake off the disappointment and longing for his attention. This made you realise how much accustomed you have become to Jungkook.
You looked longingly at your phone but there was nothing, still no text, no calls. You could always be the mature one and call him to see what was the matter but a part of you hesitated, not wanting to appear too eager or like you were desperately missing him. After all, he had been the one pursuing you, and you didn't want to reverse those roles.
Soon it was time to get off from work, and with a series of goodbyes and good evenings you quickly left your office, You couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook would be waiting for you outside, just like he used to do. However, as you stepped out, there was no sign of him, and the reality sank in that he wasn't there. Still holding onto a glimmer of hope, you decided to wait for a little while, thinking he might show up a bit late. You stood there, keeping an eye out for any sign of him, and time seemed to slow down. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and you were torn between staying and leaving.
Soon the guard to the building adviced you to leave saying that their was a big storm on the way. You quickly looked up the weather forecast to realise that he was right indeed. You looked up at the sky to see the angry black clouds had started to gather around.
Searching for his contact you finally decided to give him a call. You were seriously getting worried about Jungkook now. As the call went straight to voicemail, your worry for Jungkook intensified.
Deciding it was the only choice, you headed towards Jungkook's place instead of your own, opting for a cab over the subway to reach him quickly.
Your excitement soared when your phone finally rang after a long day of silence. However, it quickly turned to disappointment as you noticed an unknown number instead of the one you had been eagerly waiting for. Despite the uncertainty, you chose to answer the call, just in case it was something important.
The voice asking for you on the other side was definitely unknown.
"Yes this is she." You replied.
"I'm speaking from Hope Memorial Hospital. You are listed as an emergency contact for a Jeon Jungkook. He has been involved in a motorcycle crash, and it's a very serious accident. We urgently need a guardian. Are you able to assist, or could you direct us to someone else?" The voice on the other end was serious and panicked, but you found it hard to accept the gravity of the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, and tears streamed down your face, hoping that it wasn't as critical as it sounded.
"No, it's okay. I'll be there in... 10 minutes," you replied, your voice shaky but determined. You swiftly instructed the cab driver to change the route, urging him to go faster as you anxiously bit your nails in anticipation.
During the ride, you tried to stay strong and reassure yourself that it might not be as critical as you feared. However, your mind couldn't help but drift to the worst-case scenario. What if he was already... No, no, no, you couldn't bear to think that way. You pushed those thoughts aside, trying to stay positive and hopeful as you rushed towards the hospital.
The driver observed you with sympathy as you quietly wept in the back seat. Regret filled your heart as you realized you should have called him. You blamed yourself, thinking that it was all your fault, and if anything happened to him, it would be on you.
As the car came to a stop, you hastily tossed all the remaining cash at the driver and rushed inside the hospital. Your must have looked frantic as you ran around, sobbing and calling out Jungkook's name. Thankfully, a compassionate nurse came to your aid and calmly checked the hospital charts for the name you managed to utter amidst your sobs.
"Come with me, dear. He's in the ER," you swiftly followed the nurse to a bustling room. As the nurse drew back the curtain, you braced yourself for the worst—expecting to see Jungkook badly injured, bleeding, or worse. However, what you did not anticipate was finding Jungkook sitting there, looking.... perfectly fine?
You stared at the man sitting there, feeling a mix of confusion and relief. He was laughing at something the blond girl standing beside him had said. It was unexpected, given the seriousness of the call you received earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if there had been a mistake or if he had recovered miraculously.
"Baby, you came." His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, there was not even a single scratch on Jeon Jungkook, maybe beside the scratch leather jacket. Now not to get you wrong, you were very happy that he was okay. You were just very confused. What was happening? You had stopped sobbing breathlessly but the tears were still flowing.
"I don't understand... Somebody called, they said... That something happened and it was serious." You tried explaining.
"I did get into a crash but I was nothing. They thought it was internal bleading but that wasn't the case either. That's why I was here all afternoon, doing tests an all. But now I'm fine."
"Then why did they say that?"
"It was just a prank. I'm sorry it was Sua's Idea." He said pointing at the blond girl standing there. Your blood was boiling so fucking much that you didn't even care asking who this bitch even was let alone what she was doing with your boyfriend.
"A prank? You think this is funny?" Jungkook finally grasped the seriousness of the situation when he saw the mortified look on your face, realizing the impact of the prank. Your makeup was ruined from all the crying, and you looked exhausted.
"Baby, calm down it was just a joke." His hands came forward but you slapped it away.
"Do not Fucking touch me." You glared at him. "Do you seriously think that was funny? I almost had a heart attack Jungkook. Do you know how fucking scared I was?" Jungkook didn't like when your voice did that. He could handle you yelling, screaming, and even calling him names, but seeing you speak with that dead serious look on your face was something he couldn't bear. It made him feel like he wanted to disappear. Jungkook wanted to jump off a cliff.
"You know what? I can't believe I even thought about giving you another chance. We are seriously done this time." You didn't even look back as you walked away as Jungkook struggled to get that IV out of his hand and run after you.
"Baby, stop I'm sorry. It was Sua's Idea, I swear."
The thunderstorm had finally hit your city with full blast. It was raining cats and dogs. In the midst of it all, everyone ran to sought shelter. However, that didn't stop you from sprinting out of the hospital. The storm didn't concern you; what mattered most was that you couldn't even bare the thought of being near Jeon Jungkook at that moment.
As you dwelled on everything that had happened, your anger intensified. You felt a surge of anger directed at Jungkook, the thunderstorm, and that stupid blond woman who played the prank. However, the strongest anger was aimed at yourself, for even thinking that he can take anything seriously. Why did you even bother believing he could change? He was and will always be a man-child.
"Babe, it's really dangerous outside."
"THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME."
"I'm not leaving you alone," he insisted, stepping out into the heavy rain to follow you. As you walked, you had no clear destination or plan in mind. All you knew was that you were so angry with Jeon Jungkook that you couldn't bear to look at his face.
After just a few minutes of walking in the worst thunderstorm you've experienced in years, you came to the realization that this was a reckless idea. Your emotions had driven you to act impulsively, and now you saw the potential danger not only for yourself but for the idiot following you as well. While you knew Jungkook seemed to have little to no regard for his own life and safety, you cared about him.
Recognizing the need to be level-headed and responsible, you decided to find shelter, a place where both of you could wait out the thunderstorm safely. You understood that even in moments of anger, you needed to prioritize the safety of both of you. You began searching for a suitable place where you could find refuge from the harsh weather.
Ignoring the constant pleas from the man behind to listen to him, you led him to a nearby subway station. The station provided shelter from the heavy rain and the strong winds that accompanied the thunderstorm. Inside, the noise of the rain was muffled, creating a more peaceful atmosphere.
"Babe, I'm so sorry please talk to me," seeing your silence he continued "I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I should have never gone along with that prank."
"Yes you shouldn't have." you snapped making him jump a little. Taking a deep breath to calm your anger and clear your thoughts, you finally addressed the question that had been gnawing at you. "Who was that woman anyway?"
"Just some girl, she was in the bed beside mine and we got to talking but I swear to god, I did not flirt with her once. When I told her about you she came up with the prank and I should not have gone along with it. I'm sorry."
"I just sometimes feel that you can't take anything seriously. It's like everything is a joke to you? How do I know that you'll take me seriously? That you'll take this relationship seriously."
"No... I know I've been a little childish," watching you raise an eyebrow he corrected himself "A lot childish. But I swear, babe. This is the most serious thing in my life. I've made many mistakes in the past but I swear I'll start redeeming everything. I'll prove how serious I am about us. You are everything for me, baby. Everything. You're it for me. I want to spend my whole life with you, __." The way he said your name sent shivers down your body. The way he looked at your eyes eased your mind a little. "I want to have a future with you. I want to marry you, I want to have a home with you, I want to grow old with you, that's how serious I am. I love you more than anything in this entire world and I'll prove it to you." You only realised that you were crying when he wiped a year from your eyes.
"You mean it?"
"Every word."
"Fine then. Let's go." You held out your and he quickly grabbed it. When you dragged him out of the subway station you realised that the storm had stopped. The universe was on your side for once.
Jungkook did not utter another word the whole way that you led him to your house. The silence was thick when you closed the door behind you. He still didn't know what it meant for you both, your silence did not give him any answer and he was scared to ask.
"I swear to god, Jeon Jungkook" You finally began after the painful silence and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. "If I see you entertaining another women ever again, I'm walking out of your life. And this time it would be for good. I will not come back how much you beg me." It took him a couple seconds to take in your words.
"Does that mean-"
"Yes. I'm giving you another chance. But you mess it up and I'm dumping your ass." The next thing you know Jungkook is showering your whole face in kisses and he finally let go of the tears. Crying happily as he held you close.
"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. I will not disappoint you, I promise."
"I hope so too." The both of you stood in the middle of your living room, soaking into each other's warmth.
"Now let me fuck you right." He said, making you yelp as he picked you up all of a sudden and rushed toward your bedroom. Your kisses soon turned heated and desperate. Both of you panting as he started taking off your wet clothes.
You were wet in more ways than one. His kisses traveled down your face along with each piece of garment he removed from you. Lips not sparing a single inch of skin as he spent the whole night showing you how much he loves you.
The next morning your wakeup call was none other than Jungkook's swiping away at your center. You woke up with a gasp when the sun was yet to come out. You glanced down to find the mop of raven hair between your thighs.
"Oh god, koo yes." You moaned out loud when his plump lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking. His hands pushing down on your hips, keeping them from arching up on the bed.
His tongue swiped up from your opening as your juices trickled down to your posterior hole. It was too early for your head to comprehend whatever was happening. Your finger started tugging on his curls when he pulled you close to your orgasm. Agressively lapping at your pussy. The pleasure you felt was tremendous. Too much to handle.
Jungkook ate you out like he had rent to pay and this was his job. His tongue playing with you as you came down from your high screaming his name louder than ever. After pulling two more orgasms from you in the next 15 minutes Jungkook was finally satisfied and he kissed up his way to your lips.
"Jungkook, we had sex like, 7 times last night. It wasn't enough?" You giggled when you felt his hard boner pressing against your ass.
"It's never enough. Seven times is nothing, baby," he said as he slowly entered you, pulling out a moan from your lips. "I wanna fuck you seven days a week." He added between his lazy thrusts. "Every hour." He lands a gentle kiss on your lips. "Every minute." Fingers intertwining with your own. "Every second."
Summary: Y/n decides to break up with Jungkook due to all the complications in their relationship when he started his new career of being a rockstar. But it’s hard to move on when he’s always following her around, not wanting to let her go.
Pairing: rockstar!jungkook x female!reader
Genre/au: angst, smut, romance, slight fluff
Warnings: quick sm*t scenes, gr*nding, n*pple sucking, mentions of s*xual content, cuss*ng, jungkook has d*rty thoughts, finger f*cking, p*ssy eating, backstage s*x, s*x against the wall, s*x on a couch, r*ding, d*rty talk, leaving h*ckies, c*m swallowing, jungkook following her around, jungkook is a little toxic during some scenes, alcoh*l consumption, mentions of smok*ng, jungkook is very desperate and cries, erot*c art
Word Count: 5.2k
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The past few months have been a fairytale… Or that’s what she forced herself to picture. It’s been eight months since she’s met Jungkook. It was at a club. Loud music and chatter bounced off the walls. Lights reflected down to the guests, decorating their bodies with the colors.
Y/n went out with her friends for the night. But a couple minutes in and they already found partners by their sides, leaving her alone at the bar with a drink in her hand. Although she didn’t mind it. Enjoying that moment of sitting by herself didn’t last long when a creep approached her.
She was annoyed and uncomfortable by his words and behavior being thrown at her. Before she spoke up, another voice chimed in. A hand rested on her waist, turning her slightly to have her pressed against the edge of his body. She angled her head to the man, able to view the side of his face. Her eyes immediately landed on his sharp jawline then wandered up to his lips. A silver lip piercing accessorized them, shining under the lights. Moving her eyes more up, she scanned the rest of his face. He was indeed handsome.
There was Jungkook, coming in to save her like some sort of knight in shining armor.
Placing his attention on her, he said in a soft tone, “Hey, baby. Sorry I kept you waiting for so long.” Directing his eyes on the man in front of them, his gaze hardened. “Is this guy bothering you?”
Just the sight of Jungkook was enough to shut him up. He gave off a “don’t mess with me” vibe. Jungkook was a pretty tall guy. He was wearing a black, leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. A silver chair rested on his collar bone. Baggy pants with rips over them were on his legs. And some heavy, black boots to tie the look together.
Seeing the guy disappear from his sight, he removed his hand away and turned to her. They now faced each other, perfect to look into his eyes. She was instantly mesmerized with them. Slightly curly hair rested around his head, his bangs just brushing above his eyes.
They spent the next minutes talking to each other. Jungkook brought up that he wanted to become a rockstar and have a band of his own. He even knows how to play the guitar and said he would play her something one day. Y/n listened intensely, immediately fell for his charms and heartwarming smile.
Next thing she knew, she was getting fucked against the wall inside his apartment. His hands held her steady in place. Wet squelches filled up the room and he thrusted his cock into her at a fast pace. She couldn't help but release some moans with the pleasure he was giving her, her tits bouncing with every thrust. His own breathing was getting ridged, his hips starting to stutter. But nonetheless, he kept going until she reached her end. Throwing her head back, she moaned out as she orgasmed, him continuing to roll his hips in the process to make her feel more good. Mumbling some curses, he pulled his cock and began pumping it to release his own orgasm. Then he let out some low groans as he came onto her chest and tits, coating her with his cum.
Maybe it was due to the fact her mind was foggy from having the best orgasm of her life, but when Jungkook asked if she could be his girlfriend shortly after they cleaned up, she responded back with a “yes.”
Never would she have imagined getting in a relationship with a stranger so quickly. But something about Jungkook ignited something in her. How could she deny?
The beginning of their relationship was amazing, as do relationships normally go when they start. Nights of sex and passion and mornings with sweetness and kisses. Days were filled with dates and romance. A couple of months in, Jungkook decided to take the next step in his dream and join a rock band. Every member in the band had a similar dream to Jungkook, not necessarily to make it big, but to have people enjoy their music.
And with talent and faces that they held, it was no problem for them to book nights at clubs and locations around the area.
She recalled loving to see him perform, looking very sexy on stage with his outfits. One of the first performances he did that she would never forget, he was wearing a sleeveless, leather jacket. He wore nothing underneath, allowing her to see his abs and tattoos. He wore matching black, leather pants and heavy, leather boots. Knowing that she was there, he only faced her direction the whole time as he played the guitar.
Her eyes wandered to his fingers as they danced on the guitar strings, looking very pretty with the many rings decorated on them. Noticing where she was staring, caused a smirk to plaster on his lips. Leaving his left hand playing the neck of the guitar, he placed his right hand near the sound hole. He positioned his middle and ring fingers upwards together, moving them back and forth with a teasing smile. She immediately picked up what he was referring to. Then he brought his hand up to his mouth, separating the two fingers to lick his tongue sensually between them.
Once their performance was over, she met up with him backstage. Jungkook led her to a small room that was used for extra equipment. Quiet, pathetic whines left her lips as his tongue ran up her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers. His fingers were so long, able to reach deep into her. The silver rings on his fingers were pressed against her, getting coated with her arousal. She desperately rolled her hips against him, riding his face for more friction. Once his tongue flicked her clit and wrapped his lips around it, she could feel her body shake. It wasn’t long until she released in his mouth, him happily devouring every drop. His eyes found hers as he licked his lips and fingers clean, making her heart skip a beat.
Standing up straight on his feet, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered his boxers down slightly for his cock to jump out. It was already hard and throbbing just from eating her out. Wasting no time, he pounded into her, not caring if anyone heard.
Despite Jungkook being happy, there were times where he wasn’t so sweet. That’s when the problems started happening. He suddenly became very controlling. Y/n couldn’t go out without permission. She had to introduce people to Jungkook so he could meet them personally before she could consider them a friend. She wasn’t allowed to wear little clothing while going out unless he was around. And the clothing had to be approved by him. She wasn’t even allowed to talk to any guys. Jungkook would always scare them off despite her not having any intention of being interested in them. At one point, she just stopped interacting with other people. There was no point if Jungkook had to monitor them.
Jungkook was a great boyfriend when he wasn’t possessive. Which is what made her slide his behavior at times.
But as time passed, things got harder. Jungkook would spend the majority of his time with his band. They would always be booked up each night, making him come home by the time the sun was coming up. Jungkook also began getting more reckless, drinking nonstop and even picked up smoking. She worried for his health. He even didn’t eat proper meals on some days.
Nine months of their “relationship” quickly approached. Many nights and days she had to spend alone in the house.
Y/n had enough of it all. She couldn’t be with Jungkook any longer. She decided to pack up her stuff, getting ready to leave Jungkook’s apartment.
***
Jungkook walked inside the apartment and closed the door behind him. He let out a tired sigh as he set his bag and guitar down by the wall. Removing his jacket, he tossed it over to the couch, revealing his white shirt with his sleeve tattoo on display. Grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, he opened the cap with his teeth and took a sip.
Hearing that he came in, Y/n placed on her backpack and picked up a box, her left hand steering a luggage.
Seeing her walk out their bedroom to the living room, directly in front of the kitchen, he paused. His wide eyes scanned the bags she was carrying and placed down his drink. “What’s all this?” he asked in confusion.
“I’m leaving, Jungkook. I don’t think we can be together anymore.”
“What-” He went around the island and walked up to her, his tone sounding in shock. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we should break up.” Her eyes stared straight into his eyes as she spoke. Mascara was around his eyes, slightly smudged and disappearing due to the sweat on his body for performing for so long. The curly hair was a little moist, his bangs sticking to his forehead, covering a bit of his eyes due to the length growing.
She saw a look in his eyes that she’s never seen before. A glass shattering could be seen in his deep, brown eyes. They became glassy as he blinked. Letting out a breathy, nervous chuckle, he asked, “You’re joking, right?”
With a head shake in response, he released another breathy laugh. His eyes glanced up to the wall, as if trying to hold in his emotions by not looking at her. She got a better view of the new piercings he got. When? She can’t recall with his lack of appearance. A new lip piercing was at the other corner of his bottom lip, now having two. And a septum piercing. Pointing his tongue inside his cheek, he hesitantly looked back at her. “What did I do wrong?”
She kept in the scoff in her throat. Was he really asking that? Was he not aware of his own actions? “Are you serious? You make me be locked up in here. I can’t have any friends without your permission. You’re not even here anymore! I can’t even remember the last time you held me or had sex.”
Jungkook stayed silent for a moment. She could tell he knew it was true. Filling up the silence, he gave a forced smile as he reached for her. “We can work this out.” A smirk was on his lips as he leaned closer, placing his hands on her hips.
But she immediately backed away and removed his hands before he could get comfortable. “Did you not hear everything I said? You can’t just fix it with sex that you want to do all of a sudden.”
His smile melted to a frown, his hands still out to where her hips were. They seemed to be slightly shaking. Clutching his fingers to a fist to prevent them from doing that action, he brought them down to his sides. “You’re just tired, baby. He can talk about this tomorrow—”
“No! Stop trying to make excuses. I’m leaving—”
“You can’t leave me,” he quickly spoke up, his voice cracking while his eyes went more misty.
“Bye, Jungkook,” she said before walking over to the door.
But she didn’t make it far when Jungkook moved in front of her to block her from going further. His chest was beginning to heave up and down. As he blinked, tears began to go down his face. His tears mixed with the mascara, increasing the mess around his eyes. “We can work this out.” He desperately grabbed onto her hand that was holding the luggage handle. Cageing in her hand into his own with a gentle yet tight grip, not wanting to let her go, he looked at her as he begged, “I can make things better. I promise.”
No matter what he said, she couldn’t bring herself to believe him. “Jungkook—”
“Please.” He dropped down to his knees as if he couldn't hold himself up any longer, clutching on tighter to her hand as he gazed up at her with red eyes. She could feel his metal rings press against her skin. More tears poured, mascara stains being left behind on his cheeks as they ran down. “Please, don’t leave me. I can’t live without knowing you’re with me.”
Bringing her hand up to his lips, he desperately placed some light kisses as he pleaded in a quiet voice, “Please, please, please…”
Frowning down at him, she pulled her hand away. From the loss of her touch, he snapped his head back up to her, eyes round. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything anymore.
Walking past him, she opened the door and walked out, ignoring his cries behind her.
***
Since that day, she has moved back to her parents house. Luckily they were on a retirement trip to Hawaii so she had the house to herself. Even though she was free from Jungkook’s apartment, there was no escaping Jungkook.
He comes across her path every moment of the day, begging her to take him back. It was like he knew exactly where she was going to be before she even decided herself.
The washer at her parents place broke, making her have to go to a nearby laundry place. Jungkook would already be there waiting for her. As she filled up the washer with her clothes, she would hear Jungkook endless words as he followed her around the washers.
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll change.”
“I can’t live without you.”
He continued to follow her around for small chores like the grocery store. He would leave a bouquet of flowers every morning at her doorstep. He even went into her work, which was at a diner. Every time it was her shift, he was sitting at a booth. Sitting in a corner, he spent his time there sketching, on his computer and eating. And he didn’t plan on leaving until she did.
The third day he spent at the diner during her shift, she sent some glances in his direction. His nose was buried into his sketchbook once again. She hated how she was curious to see what he was drawing.
Feeling her eyes on her, a smirk spread across his lips as he looked up. Their eyes met, making her immediately regret her actions. But before she could turn away, he lifted his sketchbook up to present it to her. The pages he showed were filled with sketches of her. There was no stopping the butterflies that hit her stomach. Even more erupted when he turned the next page.
There were more sketches of not just her but him as well. It was them having sex in many different positions. Very detailed, erotic poses. And erotic expressions on her face as Jungkook drew himself fucking her.
Her eyes went wide, scanning around in embarrassment to see if anyone got a glance at his sketchbook. But luckily those around were too occupied by the food on their plate to realize.
Jungkook gave her a wink before placing his sketchbook back on the table, resuming back to drawing.
On days where she went to clubs to attempt meeting another guy, they would always end the same way. She would meet a guy, flirt with him, him showing some interest, then he ends up disappearing before they could spend the night. By the time she encountered a fourth guy one night out, she had enough. He claimed he was going to get another drink. But he had not returned back, just like the others.
Getting up from her seat, she walked over to the bar and asked around. After a while, she finally found the guy she was just talking to. She quickly went over to him before he could leave. Asking him why he decided to leave her, he gave a confused look before answering, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? He told me to leave you alone.”
That left her speechless. All those nights of trying to get with a guy, they were all chased off by Jungkook. He was going around to the guys she met, saying that they were still together to prevent her from getting with them. Her blood boiled in her veins.
Walking back home that night, she was fuming with anger. How much length does Jungkook have to go? What was his problem? Gray clouds hung over her head, signaling it was about to rain very soon. The sound of her heels clicked against the cement ground. And when he heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps behind her, made her teeth grind together.
Already reaching her house, she spun around, glaring at the man a couple of feet in front of her. He stopped in his spot, surprised by her action. “Can you leave me alone?!”
“I’m just following you to protect you on your way home. There’s tons of creeps out here—”
“Creeps like you?” she snapped back.
He gave a sigh and he approached her. “Baby, just please hear me out—”
“No! I’ve had enough of you, Jungkook!” she shouted. “I’m tired of you always following me around! You really think this is what’s going to make me want you back? It’s just annoying me more!”
He came to a halt in front of her. “Have those nine months of our relationship meant nothing to you?”
“What relationship? You weren’t even around for half of it!”
“I told you I’m sorry. I’ll change.” He got back down on his knees, making her roll her eyes at his action as he continued on, “Listen to what I have to say—”
“Stop! I don’t want to hear anymore!” she yelled out. “When will you stop this?”
“I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. We’re meant to be together,” he replied without any hesitation, his brown eyes gazing up to her. “I’ll wait out here until you agree to listen.”
“It’s going to rain.”
“Then I’ll wait out in the rain.”
Taking a deep breath at his response in frustration, she turned around and went inside the house. As she was changing into comfortable clothing she heard the sound of the rain pouring down, getting louder each minute. As much as it killed her, she worried about Jungkook being out in the rain. Walking back over to the door, she peeked out the window beside it. Jungkook, as crazy as he was, was still right where she left him.
Head gazing down to the ground, Jungkook felt the cold, heavy drops of rain land on his body. Despite his thick jacket, he could feel his skin become wet and sticky. Chills were running up his spine at the freezing temperature in the air. His hair was soaked, more thick drops of water dripping down to his face. A part of him felt discouraged. Was she really going to ignore him out in the rain? Did she really not care for him?
Yet with all that, he had no plan of moving.
Suddenly, he no longer felt the rain splash onto him. Bringing his head up in confusion, he saw Y/n standing in front of him, holding an umbrella over him. A bright smile spread across his lips, heart soaring at the sight of her.
Once they were inside the house, Y/n placed the umbrella away and told Jungkook to wait. Like a puppy, Jungkook stood patiently in his spot until further instruction. He sheepishly scanned around. “So… your house is pretty nice.”
She chuckled at his sentence. “Thanks.” Rubbing her hands on her thighs, she suddenly became nervous about being alone with Jungkook again since they broke up. “I’ll go get you a towel and something to wear. I took some of your clothes that you let me have.”
He smirked at her words. “You decided to keep them even though they were originally mine?”
“Well, they were free,” she teased back.
Heading into her room, she grabbed a towel and some of his old clothes. Then she showed him the restroom to change. After a short while, Jungkook walked out of the restroom and went to the living room where Y/n was waiting for him. A towel was resting around his neck, his hair still slightly soaked. He was wearing a black shirt along with some gray joggers.
“Come here.” She gestured for him to sit down. Eyes going wide in confusion, he followed her directions and sat on the couch, her standing in front of him. Getting ahold of the towel, she moved it to his head and began drying his hair.
Her action sent a shiver down his spine and his heart began to beat fast. Warmth hit his chest. She was very close, his face almost hitting her stomach. There was a rush of emotions he hadn't experienced in a while. He was filled with excitement, fear, arousal–So many feelings as she gently ran the towel over his hair. His whole body was quivering, and he could hardly control himself.
With shaky hands, Jungkook reached out to gently place his palms on her hips. He immediately relaxed a bit from his action, not having held her for a long time. She could feel her body tense at his touch, yet she didn’t pull away. He carefully lifted her shirt up in case she were to back away again. Since she didn’t, he leaned in to place soft kisses on her stomach.
She gasped quietly at the feeling of his lips against her skin, stopping her hands. Each kiss was gentle and loving. Something so small yet it ignited something in her. Jungkook hasn’t done anything like this in a long time.
“You’re right,” he spoke softly as his lips brushed against her skin. “I missed out on time with you for so long. I missed you.” With a sigh, he gazed up at her, gently rubbing her hips with his thumbs. “I’m willing to change for you, baby. I already started.”
A puzzled expression hit her face, eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
He sent her a wide grin. “I got something for you.” Reaching into the pocket of the gray joggers he was wearing, he pulled out a small box. Y/n hesitantly grabbed it. Jungkook kept a smile on his face as he watched her open it. Seeing what was inside made her gasp. A beautiful necklace was inside. One that she remembered seeing at a store once with Jungkook before he joined the rock band. She warmly smiled back at him. “It’s lovely, Jungkook… But how did you buy it? It was really expensive.”
“I sold my guitar.”
“What?” she shouted in panic. “Why did you do that?”
His smile never faltered as he explained, “I left the band. No need for a guitar if I don’t need to play. I want to spend every moment with you. I want to sleep beside you every night instead of performing.”
Her heart melted at his words. She couldn’t believe he actually left the band for her. But she couldn't help but feel sad as well. She didn’t want him to drop his career for her. “That’s so sweet of you but you didn’t need to do that, Jungkook. Performing is something you love. I didn’t want to get in the way of that–”
“I love you more,” he interrupted her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed the side of his face against her stomach as he said, “Will you take me back? I promise I’ll be good to you.”
Moving the towel to the couch, she ran her fingers through his soft hair. “Only if I can have the old Jungkook back. You also have to promise to let me able to go out without your permission–”
“No problem.”
“Stop interrogating every person I meet if I want to become friends with them…”
“Alright.”
“Allow me to wear what I want when we go out…”
“Mhm,” he hummed as he nodded his head.
“And stop being so protective of me towards other men. It’s natural to feel jealous but you take it too far.”
From her words, he moved his gaze back to her room. “Are you also referring to when you were talking to those guys at clubs when we broke up? How could I not react to that? I couldn’t imagine another man kissing you all over your body and making you feel good… That’s my job.”
A breathy chuckle left her lips. “You’ve been lacking at your job.”
“I intend to make up for lost time if you’d like.” He smirked at her from the request. She couldn't help but giggle and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling her closer. But then he gave a serious expression as he nodded. “I understand though. I’ll try to be less protective and jealous from now on.”
With that, she gave a euphoric smile. There was no way she could refuse that request. Grabbing onto his face, he guided it to hers to press their lips together. He groaned into the kiss, turning his head to get a better angle as he tightened his grip on her hips. She hummed in satisfaction in the kiss, the new piercing on his lip adding into the pleasure. With his guidance, she straddles his lap. Another moan left his lips into her when she began grinding her hips against him.
She’s been waiting for a moment like this for so long, already getting wet from feeling him become hard underneath her. “Fuck,” he breathed out as he parted their lips. “Please fuck me, baby. Use me for your own pleasure. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”
His voice sounded so whiny and desperate, making her more turned on. In a second, she stripped off her clothing, having herself naked on top of him. His eyes ogled over her body, his pupils going wide. Bringing her hands out towards his belt, she helped him remove his pants and boxers. Drool was already pooling in her mouth at the sight. It’s been so long since she’s seen his cock. Wrapping her hand around, hearing him hiss at the touch, she began pumping his length. Teasingly running her thumb along the tip caused his hips to jerk forward.
“Spit on it,” she instructed.
Jungkook leaned his head down over it. She watched as a glob of his saliva fell onto his tip and ran down his size. He let out another shaky breath. Y/n began pumping his cock again, using his saliva to coat himself. “You ready?”
His head nodded up and down feverishly at her question. Positioning herself over him, she sank down onto his cock until he was balls deep. They both shuttered and groaned from the feeling. He was so snug into her, stretching her out perfectly. Once they were good, she began bouncing into his cock. Many erotic moans left their lips as she rode him. Hearing his sounds made her pick up her pace. Sure it was nice whenever he was in control, but hearing him moan underneath her was another treat.
Feeling her orgasm coming, she brought her hand down to rub her clit to add up the pleasure until she came onto him. She could feel him twitch inside her, thinking he was going to cum as well. But she was thrown off when he suddenly pulled out and lifted her up. He carried her over to the wall and pressed her back against it.
A smirk was on his face as he connected their foreheads together, looking deep into those brown eyes of his. The same position of when they first had sex. No doubt that was the reason why he positioned her there with that smile of his. “Think you can come again for me, baby?” She immediately nodded in response, feeling hypnotized by his eyes. “Good girl. Always so perfect.”
One hand holding her up, he used his other hand to pull his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Her eyes scanned his tattooed and muscular body. She could stare at it all day. Reaching down to grab his cock, he aimed the tip to her folds and pushed himself back in. His orgasm was near but he didn’t want to cum just yet.
Another whimper left her lips from his size going deep into her once more. Holding onto her steady, he rammed his hips into her, picking up his pace since she got used to him. Her head threw back against the wall, moaning out loud. Leaning in, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, letting her hiss in response. He placed harsh kisses on both her breasts, leaving behind hickies for only him to see. A smile of satisfaction was on his face as he admired how beautiful she looked with his marks over her.
Hands still grabbing into her thighs, she spread them a little wider, making his cock slide deeper in and out of her walls. Lust consumed both of them. Feeling her walls squeeze, around him, signaling another orgasm was coming, he kept going with his rapid pace. His balls continued to slap against her, a messy sound filling up the air. Her back arched on the wall, her second orgasm reaching as she released on his cock once more.
“Fuck,” he sucked in a breath once she finished. Pulling his dick slowly out of her pussy, shining with her juices, he started pumping it fast in his hand. His body twitched in front of her.
“Come into my mouth,” she breathlessly said.
Jungkook let out a moan at her words. He lowered her down and positioned his dick in front of her mouth, loving the way her tongue was already sticking out to invite him in. Just a few more pumps had him shooting his cum into her mouth. His white seed landed on her tongue, her swallowing his load. His hand kept going until he was empty, the last remains running down his tip.
Y/n leaned in closer and licked what was left, savoring every drop. Once he was clean, she gazed up at him to meet his eyes before placing one last kiss onto his tip. A chill went up his spine at the sight. He lifted her up to have them facing each other. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
Jungkook placed his lips onto hers with another kiss. He smiled against her lips when she ran her tongue over his lip piercing. After a short while, she pulled away to catch her breath. Gazing back into his eyes, she said, “I love you too.”
Warm smiles were on their faces as Jungkook carried her over to the restroom to clean up. Y/n wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his neck as she enjoyed their sweaty skin pressed to one another.
summary: jungkook does everything to make you forgive him for seven days, will you pity him and accept his apology?
word count: 2.1k
warnings: dry h*mping, jungkook c*ms in his pants, he’s so desperate it’s cute, mentions of alcohol, Jungkook is tipsy, he sobs because he missed the reader a lot lol, basically he’s a simp
notes: this is my version of the bf!kook we saw on the mv, hope you will enjoy 🫶🏼
Oh my god, Jungkook — your boyfriend, he can’t be real.
It’s 2 am in the morning and here he is, banging on your front door like a homeless man, completely ignoring all those times that you said you didn’t wanna talk to him nor that you wanted to see him, at all.
He’s so aggravating, you sigh, is this really what you woke up for from the best part of your sleep?
To see your boyfriend, who you were currently not talking to by the way, all tipsy and shit before your front door, begging you to let him in?
Is he messing with you or something?
Or does he not know how to get the hint?
Because you thought you were being clear while ignoring all of his calls, as well as all of his text messages. But if you were being so clear, then what the hell was he doing here?
Embarrassing you to the whole neighborhood by singing — no, shouting out love songs for you from the bottom of his heart, out in the open when it was freaking raining too?
For a second, you wanna leave him there and just waddle back to your bed.
After how he screamed at you the other night, you had no reasons to feel sorry for him, no.
It has only been a week since he told you that you were welcomed to leave his house if you didn’t like getting yelled at that much, after all.
You were doing what you were told, leaving him alone just like he asked, he had no rights to complain about it, did he?
But you can’t leave, not when you know how strong the storm is outside.
He looks drenched and you can’t help but to pity him, he looks so sad sitting on the floor, holding a beer bottle in one hand as the other one carries a bouquet of pink roses for you.
Yes, they are your favorite.
“Fucking prick,” you curse under your breath as you open your front door with an exasperated sigh, and he immediately turns your way, eyes big and glowy from how much he cried for you that night.
There’s no need to say how much he regrets being suck a jerk to you over nothing, he was just nervous at that moment, he didn’t mean to take his frustration out of you.
You’re his baby, how can he even think of doing that?
But he knows, none of these are valid excuses and his regret doesn’t solve anything. So as soon as you open the door, finally after half an hour of him begging to you, he throws the beer bottle to a corner and gets up, sniffling as he trips on his way to give you the flowers.
He blabbers out an apology as you catch him before he falls on his face, and drag him inside your house. He clings onto you like a koala, putting his whole weigh on your shoulders.
He can’t even walk straight but he doesn’t shut up, constantly murmuring stuff about how much he loves you and how he would do everything to be forgiven.
You give him an emotionless hum and hug his waist, helping him get to your living room so that he can sleep on the couch, but he doesn’t follow.
He may be drunk and dizzy, yet he’s not stupid. He misses his girlfriend and no, he refuses to sleep anywhere other than next to her tonight, even if that meant he’s gonna be kicked outside again.
It is now or never for him, and he knows it very well that you’ve got a soft spot for him in your heart.
And he is right. Because you don’t even fight with him, instead with a tired scoff, you help him climb up the stairs to your room.
As soon as he steps inside, he slumps on your bed like an empty sack, totally limp from his previous activities. He even nuzzles on your sheets with those wet clothes, you shake your head frustratedly, he really has no shame.
You don’t care if he has no energy in his muscles to move his limbs, you can’t let him ruin your perfectly clean silky sheets, they’re too expensive for that.
So for the sake of your money and the aesthetic of your bedroom, you decide to take one for the team and get on the bed next to Jungkook. Then you begin to undress him, clothe by clothe starting from his jacket.
Surprisingly his brain isn’t all slumped up from the alcohol he consumed so he lifts his arms to help you, and lets you toss his designer jacket on the floor when you manage to take it off.
But once you reach the hem of his shirt, he stops you, and whispers yet another broken apology, this time right against your lips as he cups your face and pulls you close.
“Let me make it up to you, please baby.” he begs with a low voice but you brush him off, and push him back onto your mattress.
You know what, fuck the expensive sheets, you can buy another one. You’re not gonna try and undress him, no, that’s too dangerous considering how he seems to move like a car without breaks right now.
One accidental proximity and bam, you’ll lose days of your hard work giving him the type of attitude he deserves. So no, you’re gonna just turn to the other side and go back to sleep, ignoring his existence in your bed and near you.
Except that doesn’t work.
Because the minute you turn your back to him, he wraps his tatted arm around your waist and let me tell you one thing, drinking doesn’t make him less strong so, you have no chances of escaping his grip.
He pulls you to himself until your behind touches his chest, and then he buries his face onto your neck, nose tickling the sensitive spot under your ear as he beings to pepper down kisses on your jaw.
His wet strands brushes against your heated cheeks and he knows you love the way his lips feel, even though you try to hide it behind an unbothered poker face.
“Missed you so bad,” he whines into your ear, roaming his big hands all over your body as you lay down responseless, trying to seem unimpressed but he’s not the one to give up — not when he’s so close to winning you back.
“missed your scent,” he says, taking in the sweet smell of you, “missed your warmth,” he adds, poking his hands under your loose sweater, the coldness of his fingertips making you wince, “missed your touch.” he admits at last, each word he utters giving you goosebumps.
And then he shamelessly begs, “Touch me,” as he flattens his hips against yours, leaving no space in between your bodies, and no room to escape for you, “please baby, please touch me.”
Your chest heaves, suddenly you’re hyperventilating and the air of your room feels suffocating the more you gasp for it. You can hear your own heartbeats and so can Jungkook, which he takes it as a green light to persuade what he’s doing.
He reaches for your hand that you’ve hidden under the pillow, and pulls it out, bringing it to his pierced lips. Once he kisses it, your stomach does a flip inside your belly. The softness of his pouty lips, fuck, you really did miss it a lot.
It’s been a week since you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder, and to put it in simple words, you two literally crave each other after being separated for so long.
He’s down bad, not even trying to hide and you, hell, you’re even worse.
That’s why the minute his lips come in contact with your skin then again, the walls you build up in these seven days break down and come crushing like a wreck all around you. For the first time in a long time, you say screw it to your stubbornness and with a swift move, you move your hand from his mouth to his hair, tugging on his curly roots.
A guttural moan escapes from his dry throat once you press your blushed lips on his, your tongue poking at the metal ring that he wears. Fucking finally, he thinks as he kisses you back, hands caressing your sides from under the sweater you’re wearing.
It actually belongs to him by the way, now that he realizes.
Soon after, muffled grunts and choked out whimpers fills in the four walls of your room as you two start making out like two very eager teenagers, groping and grinding on each other.
His tongue melts on yours every time they clash together, the kiss is messy and his touches burn your skin but you can’t stop yourself, all you want is more.
You feel starved and so does he, pure lust controlling the both of you as he begins to rock his hips even harder against yours, needing to feel his lover more.
He’s gotten all of his wetness on your clothes but you do not care, instead, you tug your fingers through the loop of his pants and draw him even closer, as if that is possible.
And then he hooks an arm under your right leg and throws it over his waist as you lay there side by side, buried in your wet sheets as the bed swings back and forth with every thrust of his hips.
His moans become louder and his grasp grows stronger as he hugs your waist, it is a shame you can’t really feel how hard he actually is under his pants but, at least you can sense his bulge and of course, his size doesn’t disappoint you.
Although you’d much rather not to have any clothes on right now, you can’t deny how they add more to the friction in between the connection point of your hips, which happens to be the driving force of both of your approaching highs.
It is unusual, yes, for both of you to come down so quickly but it’s not surprising, considering how long it has been since you last felt each other this way.
Seven freaking days, that was a lot of time.
Ah, it was such a hard week for Jungkook especially, given that how needy he usually is. It’s been quite literary a drought without you down there, and his right hand didn’t really help solving anything.
The same case applied to you, it might be you who ghosted him around but that didn’t lessen the amount of times you touched yourself to the thought of him. Because yes, he may have been a jerk but he’s still hot, and you’re still down bad for him.
Embarrassingly down bad.
Speaking of embarrassing, Jungkook doesn’t know which one is worst — the way his voice cracked as he was just desperately moaning your name or the way he literally came inside his pants before you could even get to actually touch him.
Either way he manages to make you giggle and your laugh, oh my god, he only now realizes how much he missed it.
He adores it so much that he wants to look at you, to engrave the sight of your smile in his brain. His cheeks are glowy red as his eyes are glossy, tears swelled up on the inner corners.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him worriedly and he sobs, trying to hide his face away but you don’t allow him.
It’s nothing, he just loves you so much.
“Nothing,” he brushes off, drying his tears on the back of his palms, “I just … love you, so fucking much baby,” he confesses, “and I’m sorry, so sorry for the way I treated you that night.”
Your heart breaks as you watch him, he’s such a pretty crier, you can’t ignore the urge to kiss the tip of his nose.
“Don’t yell at me like that again.” You whisper and he nods, leaning into your touch, that’s also his goal, he already feels terrible about doing it once, he won’t allow the same mistake to repeat again.
“Never,” he quietly speaks, pouting out his words, “I will never do it again, I promise.”
“Good, it’s solved then.” you chuckle, gosh, he looks adorable while sulking, you can’t stop yourself from smacking his cute ass.
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: tattoo artist!yoongi x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff, smut, mini series, brother-in-law au
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, ANGST
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 16.4k+
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The cold and dark night perfectly portrays your inner feelings that dawn on you on the outside too, tears blurring your vision as you angrily wipe them off. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You shouldn't have come here. You trusted Yoongi to help you, maybe you even looked for comfort in him but you never expected he would accuse you of something like that.
Absolutely understanding that it's not his responsibility to comfort you, he could've easily told you to fuck off if he wanted. But still, you hoped he would understand. Your reaction is mainly controlled by your emotions, not with your head that doesn't seem to be in the right place.
Life taught you not to expect things from people, but everyone's got their expectations. Especially when you feel like you know that person at least a little bit. So you expect nothing this time, making your way to the car when you hear your name being shouted on the street.
You've barely managed to take a few, fast and angry, strolls out of the studio. Glancing back and stopping in your tracks, you notice Yoongi staring at you as he rushes to you. You can't face him now. You turn around and continue in your path with even more eager and faster steps to get to your car.
Yoongi catches up to you though, running after you as the wind gets more intense and makes your hair stick to your wet cheeks. He's not going to let you leave, especially when he stormed out of his studio past his very confused friends. He's not fully understanding what happened, he might've gotten carried away and shouldn't have accused you of such things. But from what you were saying, it was something that made sense.
You're not okay. You weren't okay the second he laid his eyes on you when you were standing at the entrance of his new studio. And you're not okay now when he catches you by your forearm, stopping you from getting away from him and he sees your crying face.
Fuck. Is that all his doing?
“What do you want?” you snap, shrugging off his touch with an angry frown as you wipe your cheeks with the sleeve.
What does he want? He has no fucking idea. He just couldn't leave you in such a state, knowing you have nowhere else to go. For fuck sake, he doesn't get why you came to him out of all people but you did. And he knows he would feel like a fucking asshole if he let you leave in your current state. The look of you only confirms he has done the right thing.
“I shouldn't have assumed anything,” he speaks, eyes dancing across your face as you're trying to look angry. Only he feels bad for you, knowing what happened between you and his brother is way more serious. “I'm sorry.”
“I'm sorry I came here. It won't happen again.” you say emotionlessly, ending the conversation there as you turn around.
Yoongi doesn't let you. He catches you again, softly but enough to let you stay as he turns you around. “Where are you going?”
“Why do you care?” The same emotionless tone. It makes his jaw tick.
“Where are you going?” he asks again, this time more deeper and slower.
“To my car. Now let me go.”
The truth is, you weren't only crying because of what Yoongi said. Sure, the interaction shocked you to the point where you felt disappointment, sadness and anger. You don't even know what emotion dominates. However, it's the awful feeling of loneliness and desperation. You have no idea what you're going to do now.
It hits you too. He's right. You didn't even notice it.
And then you break and a silent whimper leaves your mouth. There's no control over it, your body shaking even more as Yoongi sucks in breath harshly at the heartbreaking sight. He moves automatically, pulling your body to his with no protest from your side as you welcome his warmth. Despite the odd situation and Yoongi's arms around your fragile body, it doesn't dawn upon you he's hugging you until he tightens his grip on you.
“It's gonna be okay.” he mutters into the chilly air.
For a moment you're not able to react in any way, you direct all your focus trying to stop the tears that have welled up in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.
“Nothing's gonna be okay.”
“Now that's very pessimistic of you.” He tries to joke lightly, letting out just a light chuckle. But once he doesn't seem you nowhere near amused and in the same state, he gently pulls you off him to get another glance at your teary face.
It's embarrassing that he sees you in such a horrific and vulnerable state. For a solid second you hate him for approaching you. Why couldn't he just let you leave? He said what he wanted to say. The hurt still resonates and even when he gently wipes the tears off your cheeks with his thumb, like you would often see in romantic movies, nothing about this is romantic. You're pregnant, nowhere to go and with no one by your side.
Yoongi might've apologized already, but his assumption and words still sting and you have a hard time believing him. Is he truly sorry? Or he just didn't expect you to storm out of there like that? And finding you crying in the middle of the street like an emotional wreck?
“Come on, let's get you to the car.” he mumbles under his breath, looking around before he gently tugs onto your wrist. He doesn't let go, almost as if he's afraid of you running.
“My car's that way.” you point out emotionlessly, stubborn to show any more emotion that you already have.
He was right about one thing. You shouldn't drive in this state. No matter what could've happened, this is no longer only about you. You've got one more person to think about.
“We're gonna drive in my car.” he simply says and you don't argue.
Once he unlocks his car with a key – the old system of unlocking – you get inside and does it feel odd to be back inside it again? No words are exchanged, the radio playing softly in the background as you allow yourself to lean back and stare out of the window. You're not sure where he's taking you. Oh god, is he taking you back home? You can't go there! Not with Yeonseok there.
Just as you open your mouth, you recognize the familiar street and the direction you're heading at.
“Where are we going?” you ask, despite knowing but you still have to ask. Yoongi's aware of that.
“To my place.”
“Yoongi–”
Still hurt (and upset too) by your latest conversation at his new studio, you're aware of Yoongi wanting to be out of this as much as possible. While you're guessing he must feel bad for you and that's why he's doing this, you don't want him to do this out of pure pity. You would rather be alone in a hotel room until you figure out this mess.
“You said you have nowhere to go, didn't you?” he reminds you. A little output by his bluntness, your mouth opens and closes before you find words.
“And you said everything is way past us.” You quote him with an edge to your tone, shooting him a side glance as he keeps his eyes on the road as he lets out a sigh. “Drive me to a hotel. Any hotel is fine.”
You feel his momentarily gaze on you. Too stubborn to look, you keep staring ahead with a clenched jaw. It's not like there's no appreciation of what he's doing on your part. After everything – even if the emotions are too raw and current – you can tell that it's a positive thing that he decided to stop you from driving. As usual, you're absolutely clueless about what's going on inside his head or why he's doing this. You don't think he's got any bad intentions. Regardless of what his parents and your husband say about him, you know Yoongi does have a good heart.
But you've got your own pride as well.
“I know what I said and I'm sorry.” he simply says, continuing in his drive and not changing the direction which you decide not to comment on for numerous reasons.
The air between you is a little stiff, undoubtedly caused by the misunderstanding (is that what it was?), and the way inside the building and his apartment is spent in utter silence. It's until Yoongi closes his front door and you're met with the familiar scent of oranges and wood, that you finally speak up.
“Why am I here, Yoongi?” you ask, not taking off your shoes like he tells you to – muttering it almost tiredly to be exact. You ignore him, raising your brow as you demand an answer.
He takes off his shoes and jacket silently, placing the items to their designated place. He's definitely taking his time but you don't budge, hardening your features even more as he takes a sneaky glance at you.
“Can we not fight?”
“I'm not fighting!” you exclaim, a little bit too loud which causes him to raise his brow at you this time. “Thanks for driving me but I shouldn't be here.”
“But you came to me, haven't you?” he asks, hardening his features just as much. “You must've wanted help.”
“I needed a friend,” you correct him. “I needed someone who understands.” Your voice wavers and you mentally curse at yourself.
He has no reaction, simply looking at you until he drops his gaze toward his feet.
“I know we're no friends. I'm aware of that. But I needed someone who's familiar with my situation. It was wrong of me to come up to you. You were right, it looked wrong and I shouldn't have–”
“I was an asshole for assuming the reason for you coming there.” he cuts you off. “It didn't even cross my mind that you needed–that you needed someone who understands.”
“You wanted as far out of this mess as possible,” you point out harshly. “And I can't blame you for it. We all got what we wanted, didn't we?”
He looks up, your eyes meeting for a moment as he understands the double meaning of your words. Poking the tongue inside of his cheek, he looks behind you.
“I don't wanna be any burden to you. I will handle this by myself, somehow. I don't know how yet, but it's not your concern. I'm sorry for coming to you.”
“Don't,” he cuts you off, staring at you sternly. “Just stay here, okay?” he asks, sighing exhaustedly like this entire situation makes him both mentally and physically exhausted.
It definitely exhausts you.
“Why?”
The question is simple. You don't expect him to give you a proper answer or any at this point. Yoongi might be honest but most of the time, he keeps his thoughts to himself. He's not one to open his heart and if he does, he does it almost emotionlessly. You know it's all an act. The often mentioned build-up wall you named in your mind.
“Because I wanna help.”
That alone makes your breath hitch. Dryly gulping, you try not to react too much as you stand there not moving an inch.
“Do you, now?” you ask. You're aware of your stubbornness and the fact you're not making any of this easy. You should be happy that he's trying to help. At least someone is. Someone that doesn't need an explanation of what a fucked up deal you made. Someone that doesn't need an explanation of why you left your perfect and loving husband. So yes, he's here trying to help and you should be glad for it. A part of you thinks like that.
But there's that part of you completely clueless by his intentions or inner thoughts. He's talking but at the same time he barely reveals anything. Perhaps your questioning and attitude is caused by still lingering hurt.
“Yes,” he answers with a frown. “So let me help you.”
Features softening, you stare into those usually sharp eyes that somehow keep their shape despite the light behind them changing. Hesitantly, you take off your shoes and ignore the fact he's watching you the entire time. Once you're done, he leads you further down his small apartment. Not that he needs you. You know this place well and again, it's not like any of you need that reminder.
“I can lend you some of my clothes.” he says, motioning for you to sit down on his couch.
You obey, placing your hands over your knees as you look around. Why are you suddenly nervous? Or is that discomfort you're feeling? You definitely imagined all of this to go differently. Still a little shaken up by everything that has happened today, everything starts to take its toll on you.
“I'm not a tea drinker but I should have herbal tea somewhere. I will make you one.”
He doesn't wait for your response, simply walking away to his kitchen to prepare the tea. He's gone for a few minutes, but you refuse to even look in that direction. You hate that feeling of being alone. As soon as you're surrounded by the four walls and silence, minus the occasional sounds of drawers opening and closing that come from the kitchen, everything starts to replay in your mind like a broken record.
Luckily, Yoongi comes back with a cup of tea, placing it in front of you in utter silence.
“Thanks.”
He only nods, slowly and carefully sitting down on the separate chair.
“You can take my bed.”
“I can sleep on the couch.” you inform him. “I'm not fragile.”
He seems like he wants to argue at that statement, he keeps his mouth shut. The couch is nothing but uncomfortable and you both know that. But you don't need him sacrificing himself any more than he already has.
“Don't fight me on this, alright?” he asks gently. When your stern frown meets his exhausted one, you press your lips into a tight line as you mutter out another thanks. “I've got sessions throughout the entire day, but feel free to do whatever you want.”
“I'll leave tomorrow morning. Thanks for letting me stay the night.” you tell him, meaning every word.
“You can stay however long you want, okay?” He leans his head, trying to catch your eyes again. And once he does and your gaze naturally finds him, he deepens his stare as if to make sure you understand. “I'm barely at home. You'll have this place all to yourself. Not that there's much to do but…”
You press your lips tightly, a little grin threatening to crack.
“I'll try to come home quickly. We'll figure it out, okay?”
Looking at him once more, you search his face for any answers that are yet to be answered.
What do you mean, you want to ask. Since when does he want to get involved?
“I thought you didn't want to get involved.” you say silently, staring at your fumbling hands that rest in your lap.
“Yeah, me too.” he mutters, his eyes not leaving his form. “I got myself involved the moment I nodded to Yeonseok's idea.”
Flinching at the sound of your husband's name, you clear your throat rather awkwardly.
“It's not your responsibility to get into this mess. I know in a way you're involved, but you're not entirely involved in my and your brother's mess.”
It definitely sounds messy. The argument started with Yoongi, the entire trail of your thoughts started with him in a way. But he doesn't need to get involved more than that. It was a mistake on your part to come to his new place and search for him, in hope for some comfort.
“Me staying here is just going to cause a disaster.”
You both know you're talking about your husband here. The look you both share says it all.
“Yeonseok?” he still asks, chuckling a little.
You nod.
“I'm not afraid of him.”
“I know you're not but he's… you know how he is. If he finds out I'm here–he probably already suspects I went to you. I'm not sure but I think he does.”
“I'll handle him if he comes here.”
You nervously nibble on your bottom lip. Your stupid decision to seek comfort and support from Yoongi might cause even a bigger mess.
“Don't worry, okay? I'll handle it. Let me help you.”
After staring at him hesitantly, aware of vulnerability written all over your face, you give him a nod. Something that allows him to relax as he leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Drink your tea before it gets cold. I'll prepare the bed for you.”
You open your mouth to argue but before you can do that, he's already on his feet walking away. Sighing in disappointment, you reach for the plain black cup nevertheless.
Yoongi doesn't leave for work too early, but early enough for you two not seeing each other. You wake up later than usual, very well aware your late night staring at the dark ceiling and not blinking an eye has a lot to do with it. No matter how tired you truly felt as soon as you laid into the fresh sheets, your mind just couldn't seem to stop working.
Yoongi stayed true to his words. He stayed on his uncomfortable couch. Proposing sharing a bed is not something appropriate, despite you've shared a bed before. Things are different now.
The first thing you did this morning, after blinking off any traces of sleep and staring around Yoongi's bedroom, was turning on your phone. No missed calls. You're not sure whether you're relieved or surprised. Yeonseok is usually very caring and tends to get worried. Deep down you know you expected to see at least a message.
It's better this way. Having him trying to reach you would just make you more uncomfortable. You know he's equally upset and even though you've never been through something like this, you made yourself clear.
Getting out of the bed, wearing Yoongi's clothes which you're trying not to think of much, you find a sticky note on a counter. A messily written note. You imagine him writing it at the last minute, hurrying to leave for work.
There's some food in the fridge, feel free to make whatever you'd like. It's not much but it should do.
Simple, but effective.
Turning on the kettle, you prepare a cup and tea. Wow, he really isn't a tea drinker. Choosing the only box he has there, you open the fridge to find good ingredients to make a proper breakfast from. You've never been much of a breakfast eater, but after you got pregnant that has changed. You've been craving more food now, even though you sometimes get sensitive about smells and taste.
You settle on a toast. It takes you around fifteen minutes to prepare everything. You purposely take your time, knowing there's nothing much for you to do for the rest of your day. Maybe you should change back into your clothes and leave Yoongi's apartment while he's at work. As much as he assured you he wants to help, you know that's not what he wanted at the beginning. Not that it matters, but something tells you the inconvenience your stay is going to bring.
You're not a pity case. You hate the thought of him pitying you.
Regardless of your thoughts, your feet don't cross his doorstep. You're in the middle of watching a movie on his Netflix account (hoping he won't mind you using it) when your phone rings. Brows lift up to your hairline, seeing Yoongi is the one calling you. Pausing the movie, you clear your throat before answering.
“Yes?”
“Um, hey.” Yoongi starts, clearing his tone from the sudden but apparent awkwardness. “Have you eaten?”
Something about that question makes you snort.
He groans on the other line. Little do you know he's awkwardly scratching the top of his head.
“I have.” you say with a smile grazing your lips.
“I'm gonna buy some groceries after work,” he continues. “There are some flyers on the fridge. Feel free to order dinner, there are uh,” he stops for a second. “A few bucks in my nightstand.”
“Yoongi, I should–”
“Just stay there, okay?”
He's met with silence.
“Y/N.”
Stopping yourself from biting your nails, you lick your dry lips. “Okay.”
Once Yoongi ends the phone call without saying anything else, you stay seated in utter silence – staring at the paused movie. It sounded like he needed assurement you wouldn't leave. You're not sure why he's so determined about you waiting up for him. You wouldn't do anything stupid, it's not like you've got many options to begin with. But you promised him you would stay.
After all, he's the only person who's helping you at the moment.
Back in Yoongi's studio, he places the phone back onto a counter with a thoughtful look. Too immersed in his thoughts, wondering what he's going to do once he comes back home, he doesn't notice Jimin coming from the back and joining him in the front.
“Your next appointment is in five. You alright?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at his friend with a suspicious look.
“Yeah.”
“Who was that on the phone? Your girlfriend?” he teases the older, laughing at Yoongi's unimpressed glare that tells him enough that he's not in the mood for a dumb teasing.
Actually, he's not been in the mood since he arrived at the studio and opened it with Jimin's help. While Yoongi's tattooing, Jimin takes care of the phone calls and incoming customers. After he ran after you, his friends were kind enough that they took care of the studio. Without their help, he wouldn't be able to start working and would be forced to cancel his long-waiting appointments. He's not in a position to cancel them. Even after paying his debts, he still needs the money.
His aching back is also a good reason for his sour mood.
“Don't hate me for asking. You've been quite secretive lately, no wonder we're all a little curious.” Even with Jimin's light grin, there's some truth to his words.
However, Yoongi doesn't agree.
He's not been secretive. He's always been the same. And he's sure what Jimin hints at is–
“Does it have something to do with your sister-in-law?” He's met with a tougher glare this time, causing Jimin's hands to lift up in surrender, showing him he means no harm.
“Is she okay though? She stormed out of here looking like a mess and then–”
“She's fine,” Yoongi cuts him off, tone harsher than he intended to which causes the younger's shoulders to drop. “Just some trouble back at home. Come on, the client is coming.” he mutters, walking to the back feeling Jimin's eyes on his back the entire time until he hears his cheerful greeting to one of Yoongi's new clients.
Despite the lack of Yoongi's will to share any information about what happened in the span of twenty-four hours, Jimin and none of his friends have a clue in what a fucked up situation he found himself in.
He never said at what time he would be back.
You've waited long enough for him to come, too embarrassed to admit your ears have been perked up at the littlest sounds, expecting the keys rustling in the lock. But when it was around eight and your stomach started to churn loud enough to no longer be ignored, you listened to Yoongi's words and ordered a delivery.
At least something seems to go right when you're in the middle of opening one of the containers when you hear the door being pushed open. It shuts in the distance and with soon approaching footsteps, you come into an eye-contact with him. Two bags full of groceries are in his both hands as the delicious smell of fresh food invades his small apartment. He glances at the amount of containers before he looks at you.
An almost inaudible Hi comes out of your mouth and instead of a vocal greeting, he nods in acknowledgement as he greets you back by it.
“I ordered some for you.” you tell him, slowly – almost cautiously – sitting behind the table.
“Thanks.” he says, eyes still lingering on the full table as your eyes widen in realization.
“Oh, I paid for it. I got a little carried away and got us a pizza and chicken wings. There's rice and a few side dishes as well.”
Yoongi listens for a second, walking to the kitchen counter where he sets the grocery bags before he turns around. He stays rooted in his spot, eyes falling down on you as you give him a sheepish look.
“I told you there's money in my nightstand. You didn't have to buy all of this.”
Even with his little pointed look and tone, you know he means well. And perhaps he's too prideful to suck up the fact you paid for it. Yoongi did say there's a few bucks in his bedroom but the order you placed cost more than just a few bucks. Although, you never checked how much money he has there – it didn't even cross your mind – none of it matters.
“I wanted to buy us dinner. It's my way of saying thanks for letting me stay here. It's the least I could do.”
Holding back any sort of reaction like you're used to when it comes to him, Yoongi sighs and rubs his face tiredly. Then he looks at you and cracks – what seems like an attempt to – smile.
He knows there's no way in arguing with you on this.
“Thanks. You didn't have to though.”
“I know I didn't. I wanted to,” you assure him right away, smiling in his direction as if to silently say that you're done with this conversation. “Now eat up. I hope you haven't eaten dinner already.”
“I haven't,” he hums, joining you at the table as he looks at the containers opening them. “Just how much did you order?” he asks, lips twitching.
“A lot.” you laugh.
Yoongi goes to grab utensils, washes his hands before joining you again at the table. The moment of you two sitting behind one table – just the two of you – having dinner feels odd. It feels oddly domestic. Just as the both of you are ready to dig in, Yoongi mutters a soft;
“Thanks for the food.”
All you can muster is a soft smile without even looking at him, stuffing your mouth with the delicious pizza as you continue to eat in silence.
After yesterday's late dinner and during the time he cleaned the kitchen, he asked you for your car keys and documents, so he could bring the car today. Not wanting to argue about that, you agreed to Yoongi's plan – making sure it's no bother which earned a certain type of look from him. Or was it a glare?
You've had the whole morning to think of your next step. Yoongi had left earlier than yesterday, the only difference is that he informed you about him having to leave very early. Something about his day being fully packed, so the only time he can bring your car is in the evening.
Your entire life is currently a big mess. What was supposed to be the happiest stage in your life, you're spending it at your brother-in-law's place with nothing. All your stuff is back at home. Home. Can you call it that?
Yeonseok has not contacted you yet. He's probably still upset over the argument and you've no idea what is going on inside his head. Not that you assume he has to contact you in the first place. Actually, you would be glad if he didn't contact you.
Eventually, the two of you will have to talk. You're not ready. Not after everything that has been replaying in your mind nonstop. Sleep is the only time when you have enough time to rest, and even that is never guaranteed.
One thing you know for sure, you can't stay here for too long. You don't want to overstay your welcome and despite what Yoongi told you on the phone yesterday, you just know he is going to want this place to himself eventually. Which means, you have to solve this with Yeonseok.
You do have money to stay at a hotel for the time being, but that's not a solution. Just a temporary one. You're pregnant for fuck sake. You're supposed to buy baby clothes and essentials, look around for a good crib and a stroller. Not being in someone else's home, invading their space and privacy and stressing yourself. On another note, it's safe to say that it is completely reasonable for you to stress. Who wouldn't?
The stress has completely invaded your life and while you're trying to keep your cool for the baby, it's bound for it to affect a thing or two. Like forgetting your appointment.
Good thing is that when you go to check your phone (while trying to give yourself a break from your never-ending stressful thoughts), a reminder pops up on the screen. You've never been one to set reminders on your phone. Just a quick note if there was too much for you. But you've started doing that since going on these appointments that included the baby.
Looking at time, you still have two hours to get there.
But that's where the problem comes. You're without your car, so you're forced to list through your contacts before you dial the only person you've been seeing for the past two days.
It rings too long to the point you get anxious. You could reschedule the appointment, but with how things have been going so far, you need the assurance that everything is fine with the baby. You haven't experienced anything alarming and concerning that could alarm you, but still. You don't want to neglect anything. If something happened, you would never forgive yourself.
Whilst in the middle of nibbling on your nails, a gruff voice you've grown to use to reach your ears.
“Um, hi. I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're extremely busy today but–”
“What happened?”
“I'm such an idiot. I just checked my phone and my appointment is today. And you know, my car's not here and I could probably get there by a bus, but I don't know this neighborhood and I'm not sure if I could get there on time.” you quickly explain, not wanting to take much of his time.
You don't know everything about him, but he seems to be the type of person that gets annoyed when someone interrupts him while working.
If he is annoyed, he doesn't show it too much.
Or it's hard to tell because his usual stoic demeanor can be recognized even through the phone. “What appointment?” he sighs.
“With–with the baby.”
He stays silent for a moment, “What time is it?”
“It's half past ten.”
“I meant the appointment.”
“Oh,” you let out, chuckling at your mistake as you mentally facepalm yourself. But it's worth it, there's something like a huff of chuckle on the other line which breaks his usual demeanor you mentioned earlier. “In two hours.”
“Ah, fuck,” Yoongi sighs a little, “Okay. I will drive you there.”
“You sure?”
“How else you wanna get there?” he asks, which shuts you up for a moment.
“I mean, that's true but you said you're busy. Maybe I could quickly check the buses and get to your address. My car's there. Oh, how did I not think of it sooner?”
“Stop,” You pucker your lips as you freeze, almost as if Yoongi is right there. “Don't stress yourself. Just get ready, I'll pick you up in like an hour and half.”
“Thank you.” you say, sighing in relief.
You imagine him nodding as he lets out a humming sound. He excuses himself before he ends the call. Your call falls down on your lap as you stare at the blank screen of his television. Ignoring the thumping of your heart from the entire call, you go get yourself ready.
Yoongi picks you up right on time, his car already parked in front of the building while you walk out of the entrance. When you get inside, you get a greeting in the form of a short nod before he puts the car into drive. Giving him location details, you nibble on your lip for a moment. His car smells like his cologne, mixed with cigarettes and mint. It's an odd scent. Despite you hating the smell of cigarettes, you don't seem to mind this mixture. Besides, the cigarettes' smell isn't that strong.
“Thanks for coming to pick me up.”
Filling up the silence, you feel like it's the right thing to do because you're not going to spend the rest of the ride in an awkward silence. Glancing at Yoongi, he looks anything but awkward. It's like he's in his own space, distancing from everything and everyone, closing himself off as he focuses on driving.
“Is this the moment where you apologize for bothering me?” he questions, a tilt of teasing in his voice as he says it with the most neutral face.
You stare at him, mouth agape before he briefly glances at you as he can't hold himself. His lips twitch slightly but you notice it right away. Breathing out a chuckle, you shake your head at him. Min Yoongi is freaking teasing you.
“I mean—you had to get here when you were working.” you point out.
Though, you weren't planning on apologizing, he's right in a way.
“But I insisted on leaving your car there. I insisted you drive with me.”
For obvious reasons, you think. Not that you want to admit it, but you're glad he didn't let you drive in the state you were in back then.
“You don't have your car thanks to me, let's end it with that, okay?”
“Okay.” you agree, turning your head to the window as you stare at the streets and people passing.
Once the road and surroundings become more familiar, the oddness of this all comes to sit in the pit of your stomach. Meanwhile you stare at the tall building you've grown used to, Yoongi finds a good parking spot. Once the engine's off and business of the surroundings can be barely heard through the windows, you reach for the doorknob slowly.
“You're gonna be fine from here?” he asks, not looking at you when you do glance at him.
When you don't answer right away, he glances at you before you can find the proper words to tell him that you will be fine.
“You don't need me to go there with you?”
Even if his tone is nonchalant as if he's asking the most basic stuff, he takes you by surprise and makes your brows shoot up. “You would go there with me?” you ask, sounding not totally sold on that idea.
Looking at him now, he already seems to be wanting to be in a different place. Not in front of a building full of doctors and inside with a bunch of pregnant females. Suddenly, the thought of seeing him there is a little laughable.
So because of that, you haven't even thought about him being there. Until he said it.
You do need to admit that you haven't been here alone ever since you got pregnant. Your OB/GYN is here, so you used to go here for check-ups way before that. Yeonseok was the one who joined you right after you got pregnant. Thinking of it now, you're reminded of how excited you were to go for these check-ups, not only to calm down your nerves if everything's right, but to see your baby. Even if you could hardly tell their body parts.
It became the thing between you and him. It's what most expecting parents do, but it became your special thing in a way. Something that you always looked for. Something you've always done together.
But now – it's the first time you're here alone. Yeonseok is not by your side and probably the most distant he's ever been in your life. That's on you though. It would be weird to ask him to come here, after everything that has been said between you and him.
“I would, if you want me to.” Yoongi replies, catching your attention and as you slowly shake yourself out of your thoughts, you remember what the conversation is about.
“Wouldn't that be weird for you though?” you ask, noticing you still have ten minutes before your scheduled check-up.
He doesn't respond at first, deciding to ignore that question as he sinks deeper into his seat. Elbow coming up to rest against the door, he uses his fingers to rub his chin softly.
“Nothing I couldn't handle,” he decides to say, “You're acting a little weird, that's why I'm asking.”
Clueless to what Yoongi's thinking, he thinks of one of the reasons that could potentially get you acting weird, at least one that's generalized and comes to his mind first. He doesn't even have to think about it too much. You're worried that something's wrong, right? Aren't most pregnant women like that?
Maybe it's better you can't read his thoughts, or else he would get a nasty look in return. You are a little bit more sensitive.
Should you just tell him? Again, you do not want to burden him in your shit any more than you already do. Telling him about Yeonseok would probably not only put him into a sour mood, but it would mean he would most likely try to understand you. You've figured out a long time ago that he's not bad at all.
Yoongi is actually a sweet person. Still in his way, but without a doubt, he is one.
Making a decision of just telling him instead, be honest and in a hope he won't think you want to be pitied, you lick your lips as you shrug. “It's because it is weird. Yeonseok used to come with me every time.”
He's silent for a moment, “And now he's not here.” he adds without you having to finish as you nod, confirming his thoughts.
“Which of course, doesn't mean you have to go with me.” you quickly correct whatever suspicion he might have.
But looking at him, he looks anything but suspicious. He nods, more to himself than to you or your words, shrugging. “I understand shit about pregnancy, but it probably feels lonely to go there alone, right?”
Well, damn. The look you give him makes him shrug.
“You don't need to pity me, Yoongi. It's not that big of a deal.”
“I still have to wait for you, right? Need to drive you back.”
“Well, it's up to you.” you mumble, tapping your fingers against your knee. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Around pregnant females?” he chuckles, “How bad can it be?”
“You can come with me, I think…” you nibble on your bottom lip, “I think I would like that.”
He nods.
“But only if you want to!”
By the time you're done talking, Yoongi's already unfastening his seatbelt, motioning for you to do the same. You can't believe you're doing this.
As you approach the building and navigate Yoongi where to go, you're not sure what's weird to begin with. The thought of going here all alone or the thought of Min Yoongi beside you.
What the fuck.
Pictures of vaginas, uterus and what it looks inside of women's uterus during pregnancy are everywhere. Don't get him wrong, he has seen a fair amount of vaginas and he's quite familiar with it, but not like this. It feels very… odd to be surrounded by a sketched version of it all. Obviously, he's never been in a waiting room like this one.
Sitting next to you soundlessly, he shifts on his spot as you seem to be immersed in your own thoughts. He has no idea why he agreed to this. While he knows you in no way forced him and perhaps you find a weirdness of his presence here as well, he just tried to do the right thing.
You've been through a lot and as much as he tried to distance from it all, he's got you in his home. Maybe he's not very upfront about it or too enthusiastic, but he does help people that seem in a need of it. Even though he doesn't look like he loves doing it, he just does. Is it important if someone loves or hates helping others as long as they do it?
Right next to him, legs crossed and fingers playing with your rings, you were right. There are couples, chatting silently with wide smiles as they can't see their little ones forming into a proper life. You were one of those people not long ago.
You don't allow yourself to feel guilty about it. You did what you had to do to make sure not to hurt yourself or others even more. Only time will show if it was the right decision, but for now, it feels like the best one you could've made.
On the other hand, you can't believe Yoongi is in a waiting room with you, staring obnoxiously at the image of a uterus. It's pretty laughable though.
Suppressing your laugh, you watch him stretch his legs as his arm rests in his lap. Ignoring the veins that mostly pop up because of the pressure of his posture, he makes himself comfortable. Does he find this weird too?
There is no way he has done this before in his life. Of course, he hasn't.
“You know,” you murmur silently, just for you and him to hear. He glances at you, giving you his attention but then again, maybe he's glad he doesn't have to stare at the picture any longer. “You don't have to go inside with me.”
As usual, he has no shocked reaction to it. “I didn't even think about it.”
You open your mouth, a little offended look that gives it away as he cuts you off before you can say anything.
“I meant as I'll go and wait with you here.”
He tries to explain in his own nonchalant and informative way. Well, you can't get mad at that. Weirdly, you understand what he means.
Leaning back and trying to make yourself more comfortable, you hope they'll take you soon so he doesn't have to wait too long. Despite his usually calm demeanor, Yoongi does not look like the type to like waiting. Well, who does? But he surely has no patience for this. Even more so that he has a job that he needs to go back to.
Luckily, the door opens soon and the nurse you're familiar with calls you in. Some couples like to come early, probably too excited to not mind waiting it out here. Some of them are called as well, since there are more ambulances on this floor.
You grab your things before standing up, making your way inside as the nurse stops you. “Is the young man not going with you?”
Since Yoongi and you were sitting close together, there's a low chance he would be a stranger considering there are free seats on both sides of you. She asks long enough, looking at Yoongi with a welcoming and friendly smile.
“Ah, that's my friend.”
“We're only screening today. It's up to you though.” she reminds you, smiling widely. You would too if you had her paycheck. It's a private hospital after all.
Not trying to catch too much attention about something so… normal, Yoongi directs his eyes from the nurse to look at you. “It's up to you.”
“As long as you're comfortable with it, Mrs. Min. It was just a suggestion. I know some women bring their friends with them, no matter the gender.” she tries to joke, your smile tight and awkward.
“I'm a family friend.” Yoongi justifies, as if that makes it any better.
It's a look of realization that hits you and you watch it in horrification as her smile grows even wider. “Oh, yes! You do look very familiar. You must be Mr. Min's family, right? It's so lovely of you to come here!”
She's kind and clearly enthusiastic, you can't share it with her though. Staring at Yoongi in pure panic, he gives the nurse an unsure smile as he tries to make things clear – which is not like him at all.
“I'm his brother.”
You would've guessed he would just keep his mouth shut at Yeonseok's mention, not confessing his relation to him at that.
“Oh, come on then. Let's look at your niece or nephew.”
You close your eyes, ready to facepalm yourself in front of the entire waiting room as you embrace yourself. You're not sure whether you should laugh at the irony or cry in horrification.
Yoongi presses his lips tight, nodding awkwardly as he glances back at you, giving you the final decision.
“I'm okay with that.”
Despite the irony and awkwardness of this all, it would feel less lonely to be inside and look at the baby. Not thinking about the entire biology and blood related thing, Yoongi is a family. Whether we are speaking only metaphorically or taking biology into consideration. If he wasn't fine about it, he would say so, right?
You see he's a little unsure as he stands up, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as the nurse ushers you both come in. It's hard to decipher what's going on inside Yoongi's head. One thing's sure and that is he's nowhere in his field. He still walks in the room, trailing slowly behind you as another familiar room welcomes you.
Just as your doctor undoubtedly notices Yoongi's presence as soon as she looks up from the computer's screen.
“It's Mrs. Min's brother-in-law.” The nurse cheerfully informs your doctor, clearly unaware of how much more awkward she is making it for you two.
You can't be mad at her though. She doesn't know. Yoongi does send her a glare which causes you to inconspicuously elbow him when none of them are looking. He shrugs. After all, it is his fault he admitted his entire relation to you. If he kept his mouth shut and just went with being just a friend, it would be less awkward than this.
“It's nice to meet you! Let's look at the baby!” Mrs. Kim, the doctor, says as she stands up and motions for you to lay down.
Trying to shake off any discomfort, you lay down and look at Yoongi for a split second. He stays at the end of the bed, trying to look around as if watching the scene in front of him would make you entirely uncomfortable. It's not like he hasn't seen every inch of you.
Rolling up your shirt just as Mrs. Kim sits down on her stool and prepares the lubricant gel, you spot Yoongi giving you a side glance. His eyes suddenly turn into a big size, naturally finding the small but evident bump you just revealed.
You intertwine your fingers together and put them above your stomach, you try to stay calm.
“This will get slightly cold, you know the drill, Mrs. Min.” The doctor chuckles, squirting a proper amount of the gel onto your lower stomach.
Your attention is turned elsewhere, away from the man who seems so out of place at the moment. You focus it on the screen next to your head, recognizing the familiar sight and colors. However, this time everything's bigger and more visible which makes your chest tight and eyes tear up.
Whether it's your hormones or current situation that makes you so emotional, all the pressure suddenly leaves for a moment at the sight of your baby.
“Everything seems to be looking just alright, Mrs. Min,” she informs you with a smile, giving you a quick glance as she moves the scanner around your lower stomach. “Come closer, Mr. Min. Have a look.” she urges him, just like the nurse, completely oblivious to everything.
Yoongi looks like he wants to protest, almost ready to shake his head but when she turns to him with an encouraging smile, he sighs and comes closer. He leans forward.
“There is the head,” she explains to him just like she did to you and Yeonseok before. “And arms and legs.”
He stares, mouth agape. Straightening himself, he clears his throat and gives her a nervous smile. But it comes out crooked. You almost snort at that.
“The baby is on the smaller side.”
“Is that a bad thing?” you question immediately.
“Not at all, it's not anything abnormal or to be concerned about. It mainly depends on the parents.” she explains, calming you down which makes you sigh in relief. “Would you like to know the gender?”
“You can see that?” you almost jump, seeing her smile curve into a wider one.
“Mhm,” she nods, “It might not be a hundred percent accurate, you're still at fifteen weeks.”
“Wow, well–”
“We can wait for your husband if that's what you prefer.” she assures you, a sour taste coming into your mouth as you look at Yoongi.
“It's whatever you want.” he reminds you silently, the corner of his lips lifting.
By how things look with Yeonseok, you're not sure if waiting for him has any meaning. Fuck. You don't even know if he wants to be the father. How can you possibly just wait it out?
“We could do it on your next scan, it will be more accurate. But I can see it now and I'm eighty percent sure.”
Nibbling on your lip, you literally say fuck it in your head. “Tell me please.”
She chuckles, “From the looks of it, you're expecting a baby girl, Mrs. Min.”
A chuckle of disbelief and joy escapes your mouth, knowing whatever the answer would be, you would be just as ecstatic. It's just knowing the truth and more information about your baby is enough to make you a crying mess.
“I'm sorry,” you giggle, putting a palm over your mouth as you smile widely.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Min.” The doctor and nurse speak at the same time.
“Congrats.” Yoongi says, squeezing your ankle. You bite your lip, giving him a slight nod.
The doctor hands you the wipes and lets you wipe the lubricant off your skin. You're taken back when Yoongi offers you his hand when you sit up.
“We'll just draw your blood to run some tests and you're free to go.”
“Are you happy?” Yoongi asks silently once the doctor and nurse are nearby, but not enough to hear you two. The nurse is preparing the needle while the doctor writes the report to your patient card.
“I am,” you answer with a smile, “I still would be regardless of the gender.”
“A little girl.” he mutters, zoning out for a second.
“A little girl.” you confirm.
You both stare at each other until the nurse comes back and interrupts you, preparing you to draw your blood. “Are you good with needles and blood, Mr. Min?”
He cocks his brow at her, showing her his tattooed sleeve, popped out veins along with it. She blushes in return. She freaking blushes as she laughs a little. You watch the exchange with a deadpan look. He smirks, cockily shrugging when he notices your stare.
She draws your blood, handing you water after she's done just in case. After everything's done, you schedule another appointment before you're free to go. Happily clutching the printed ultrasound, you put it into your purse to keep it safe once you get inside Yoongi's car.
You're both silent, again, deep in your thoughts until the replay of what happened just a few minutes ago makes you ask. “Why did you tell her about being Yeonseok's brother?”
“Why? Should I have not?” he questions right back.
“I just didn't expect that. You're not exactly too keen on informing others about your relation to him. It just seemed odd,” you shrug, voicing out your thoughts. “It felt… awkward. Y'know, considering everything.”
Yoongi stays silent, lips in a thin line before he sighs. “I panicked.”
“You panicked?” you ask, laughing a little at that. “Because of what?”
“I don't know!” he exclaims, almost whining which makes you giggle. “She kept asking and I just didn't know what to say. Wouldn't it be weird for me to be there as your friend?”
“Hm, I don't think so,” you answer, “You heard her. Many friends come there. She doesn't have to know we're not friends.”
“Ouch,” he tries to play it off, clutching his chest as he keeps his eyes on the road. “Are we not friends?”
“I don't know, you tell me. Bro in law.”
“You did not just call me that.” he cringes, causing you to laugh.
“You were the one who was adamant of being my brother-in-law instead of a friend.” you remind him cheekily, watching the way he looks away in embarrassment.
“I panicked.” he mutters rather grumpily causing you to hold your laughter.
After a moment of silence, you look at him again. “Thanks for going there with me. Inside too. It felt nice not having to do that alone.”
“I thought so.” He confesses.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you might feel lonely,”
You're not sure how to feel about that statement.
“And you're welcome.” he says, though his eyes stay on the road, distant and out of reach.
Delicious smell flows through Yoongi's home as soon as he opens the front door. After he drove you back to his place, he went to work and listened to Jimin's nagging of being a few minutes late. After today, he felt like he could handle anything so Jimin's scolding did nothing to him. Not that it did before but this time, he decided to ignore him instead saying; Well I'm here now.
Jimin, speechless and annoyed, stayed quiet and only shook his head at his boss and friend. What else for him was to do when Yoongi greeted the client and shut the door behind them, hiding from the entire world.
He loves his work. Partly because he's distracted and has no time to think about unnecessary things. Which came handy especially today.
While he was busy working, you don't have much to do. After staring at the scan for a few minutes and dodging your family's calls, you decided to hop into the nearest grocery store. It's been a while since you baked, you prefer cooking but you've been craving something sweet. At least that's what you told yourself, that's the reason why you decided to abuse Yoongi's kitchen. Not because you wanted to do something nice for him, as another thank you for being there for you.
You've no idea if Yoongi even likes cakes.
So when he suddenly appears between his living room and kitchen, at first you have no idea how to explain the slowly disappearing mess that you've tried to clean off before he arrives.
“I baked bundt cake,” you inform him, palm spreading and pointing straight at the fresh cake where steam still flows into the air. “I hope you like cakes.”
“Cakes are fine,” Yoongi mutters, watching you wipe off his counter right away.
“I'm sorry about the mess, I tried to clean it before you come.”
“'S fine.” he says, still standing in the same spot. He is not sure what to think of this.
You finish the last traces of any mess, the good smell, you hope, the only sign of baking remaining.
“Listen,”
You put the kitchen towel back to place, watching him with doe and curious eyes.
“I was thinking. Maybe you should get your clothes and stuff.”
You stare, Yoongi clearing his throat as he shakes his head.
“I meant from your home. You don't have much clothes here and it must be uncomfortable not having your things with you.”
“Are you asking me to move in, Min Yoongi?” you tease, trying to hide your natural reaction which you're not sure what exactly is.
He cringes but chuckles, “You're welcome to stay here.”
You smirk at his diplomatic response before any traces of amusement are gone, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. “You're right. I probably should do that. The thing is–”
A sound of a doorbell rings through the apartment, your eyes meeting as soon as the sound reaches your ears. “Are you expecting someone?”
He shakes his head. His friends know better than to come unexpected, even though he wouldn't put it past them. Without saying anything, he leaves with a thoughtful look to get the door. Something sits in your stomach, perhaps feeling like something's bad coming.
You barely finish the thought when you recognize the voice of your husband, rushed and angry footsteps. It happens in a millisecond and he's revealed in the flesh, shoving Yoongi in the chest.
“Where is she?!” he asks, too upset to notice you first but the shock causes you to yelp in surprise, clutching your chest as you watch Yoongi shoving him back.
However, Yeonseok doesn't reciprocate as the sound coming from you makes his head snap in your direction. He straightens, shocked to see you here but then it turns into a knowing and pained look.
“Of course you're here,” he exclaims.
“Calm the fuck down.” Yoongi warns him. Yeonseok knows better than to react to that, too immersed in you, seeing you in his brother's kitchen. Eyes moving to the freshly baked bundt cake, the one you baked for him multiple times and that's when you see rage coming back.
“So you live here now?!” he yells, causing you to flinch as you can't move for some reason. You're frozen, unable to move an inch as you helplessly watch the scene in front of you. “Playing a happy family with the man that knocked you up?”
“Someone had to when you couldn't.” Yoongi snaps, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your palm slap against it, eyes fully wide.
Yeonseok lashes at his brother while you watch in horror as Yoongi is being pushed roughly into the wall.
“Stop!” you yell at your husband, already knowing where this is going. “I came to him! It's not his fault!”
“No, but he welcomed you with open arms, didn't he?” he seethes, clutching Yoongi's shirt in his fists as he throws you a nasty glare. “Waiting for this moment to piss me off and get back at me.”
You don't bother explaining to him that no, it didn't happen like that and from what you can clearly remember, he wasn't too keen on getting himself involved. Whatever it is, he still helped you in the end and that's what upsets Yeonseok.
“Yeonseok, listen to him,” you grit through your teeth, stepping closer as he refuses to look at you now that you're closer. “I had nowhere to go.”
“Bullshit!” he yells, Yoongi growling at him for raising his voice as Yeonseok only tightens his hold. “Tell me one reason why I shouldn't knock your teeth out right now.”
He is a maniac. Yoongi is a fucking maniac because he laughs in Yeonseok's face, not exactly fighting his hold as if the thought of Yeonseok coming even close to getting violent is a joke itself. Perhaps it is. You've never seen Yeonseok fighting or getting violent. You don't like it.
“Do it, if it makes you feel better.” Yoongi prompts him with a grin, another gasp yet leaving your mouth.
“Yoongi!”
Yeonseok growls at his brother, throwing Yoongi more into the wall as you cringe at the impact. However, the said man looks unbothered and completely loosen up, showing no resistance. This whole I don't care attitude just pisses Yeonseok even more, prompts him to act violent and upon his anger.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you, huh?!” he yells in his face. Yoongi only scoffs, looking sideways to shield himself from Yeonseok's loud voice hitting him right in the face. “Having my wife in this scrappy place of yours–you've waited for this opportunity.”
Yoongi scoffs, finding Yeonseok's accusation nothing but funny. “The wife you couldn't respect the moment she wanted to break-up.”
Yeonseok's mouth opens in a mild shock, his gaze momentarily falling on you as he stares in utter disbelief. You know how it seems. It's not hard to think what Yeonseok's thinking right now. His assumptions are proved right in his slightly hazy mind. It's not helping with his anger and pain at all. He thinks you really spilled everything to Yoongi. And while you were honest with his brother, it wasn't for some vile reason to hurt Yeonseok. You had to talk to someone and Yoongi would get it. He knows your situation.
“Aren't you two just lovebirds?”
“Yeonseok–” You sigh, exhaustion prominent on your face and voice.
“S–” He lifts his hand up to stop you. “Shut up.”
His audacity and the fact he has never spoken to you that way leaves you speechless. You're not able to react but there's barely any time to as Yeonseok seems unhinged, seeing red.
“Have you fucked her again? Huh? Have you enjoyed fucking her when she's still my wife? We were supposed to be a family. You ruined it.”
“You're delusional if you think I ruined your family.” Yoongi argues, scoffing once again as Yeonseok grunts and pushes him into the wall.
“Yeonseok, that's a serious accusation. I told you, I came here because I had nowhere else to go.”
“Bullshit!” he yells at you, spits of anger landing in front you as you frown.
“If you just let me explain–we need to talk. We could still be a family, it's you who said–”
“I know what I said Y/N,” Yeonseok cuts you off, voice angered and powerful. “But I knew you would come running to this–” He looks in pure disgust at Yoongi who only lifts his brow at him.
“You would what?” Yoongi pushes, “You would want a single mother?”
Yeonseok's face twists in another sign of betrayal and turns into anger. “And you would want her? Is that what you're saying? Take her then. Not so cocky right now, huh?”
Yoongi pushes into him, silently warning Yeonseok to keep his mouth shut. There's nothing you can physically do. You can barely move, watching and listening to the words closely as your heart cracks with each spiteful word your husband says. It's the shock of hearing him talking about and with you like that.
You're not innocent in this at all, but this could've been talked about when everyone's calmed down. Actually, Yoongi shouldn't even be a part of it. Whatever is talked about should be kept between you and Yeonseok. Yet again, you're reminded that Yoongi is currently in this position because of you and your mistake of coming to him.
“You can't be a father, Yoongi,” Yeonseok mocks him, “You just wanted her for a good fuck, is that it? You wanted to get back to me because you're a pathetic brother just as much as you're a pathetic son.”
“Yeonsoek, that's enough!” you yell, no longer keeping quiet but he ignores you, continuing to spit venom in Yoongi's neutral face.
“Try raising my kid–since you so much helped making it.”
You gasp, face twisting into a glare that's shooting at Yeonseok's back.
“Your kid?” Yoongi laughs.
“Yes, my kid.” Is the one argument Yeonseok doesn't let off.
“Let's see who the kid resembles when they're born.”
And that's the final line Yoongi gets to say with a smirk on his face, completely provoking Yeonseok to the core as he can no longer stand it. He growls before a punch is thrown at Yoongi's face, causing him to almost slide off the way. He catches himself and while you yelp, hands covering your mouth in a pure shock even though you should see it coming. You've never thought you would witness such a violence, let alone a fight shared between two brothers.
They've never had a good relationship. Though, you never expected them to come to the point where they actually fight.
Yoongi straightens himself, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth to wipe off a droplet of blood that is a result of Yeonseok's fists. Everything is silent for a second, besides the harsh breaths coming from Yeonseok's angered state and Yoongi's calm breathing. For a split second, you think everything ended. Literally.
But you would be delusional to think otherwise, to think they're done. Because one second you see Yoongi staring deadly at Yeonseok and before the older brother can react, Yoongi's fist meets Yeonseok's jaw in a loud crack, causing him to stumble into the kitchen counter. You gasp, yelling Yoongi's name as you try to catch Yeonseok, so he doesn't hit the edge of the counter. He shakes you off the moment you get to barely touch him, almost as if you burned him.
Frowning, you step aside.
“That's for every second you've disrespected her since you came here,” Yoongi spits at his brother, shaking his fist and bloody knuckles.
Yeonseok's too busy holding up his bloody nose. The sight makes your stomach churn, both in disgust and worry.
“And you fucking know you deserve much more.”
Yeonseok's eyes shut in pain, shaking his hand to get some of the blood off it. You watch it stain Yoongi's floor and you immediately cringe at the sight.
He would have a lot to say, preferably arguing back to Yoongi that it could be an endless fight. This has to end.
Yeonseok is barely in pain, holding himself bravely though as he straightens himself and stares at Yoongi before he moves it at you. “Fuck both of you.”
He storms out of the apartment, leaving not only a mess on Yoongi's kitchen floor and face, but in your heart too.
You're met with a warning glare the moment you press a little too hard. Though, the man in front of you remains silent as none of you dare to speak up. The cake is long forgotten, destined to be thrown away like most things in your life. Besides the blood still covering Yoongi's floor – even if it's just a few droplets – you've moved to his bathroom to take care of his wounds.
He argued not to but you insisted, throwing him a warning glare that made him agree.
“Are you okay?” he speaks up, breaking the silence as you toss away the disinfected cotton wool into the bin.
“Do I seem okay?” you question him, “What were you thinking, Yoongi?” you scold him, frowning once again as he opens his mouth before his own frown settles on his back then calm face.
“What was I thinking? I'm not the one who barged in here to pick up a fight.”
“You provoked him to hit you, don't tell me otherwise.”
“I won't let him speak to me or to you that way in my home.”
That's a valid point.
Yet you can't stop thinking that all of this could've been avoided if he just wouldn't provoke him.
“Yeonseok is not violent, he wouldn't have hit you if you kept your mouth shut.”
“So I'm the bad guy here?” Yoongi exclaims, closing his eyes as he rubs his forehead for a second. “He had it coming and I don't regret it.”
“Yoongi–”
“No. Maybe you're okay with him slutshaming and disrespecting you, but I'm not. I'm not gonna stand there and run his mouth just because he's a fucking pussy.”
“I'm not saying–I get that. But you literally pull on his infertility. That wasn't fair nor nice, Yoongi.”
Yoongi sighs, staring at the ceiling to calm himself down. “That might be right. Wasn't exactly fair, but at that moment I didn't care. And looking at it now, I don't care now either.”
You stare at him in disappointment and sadness, leaning yourself against the sink as you hug yourself with your shaky arms.
Yoongi watches you, gaze softening. “I'm not perfect either, Y/N. I'm far from it actually.”
“I'm not okay with what he said either. But you don't see me hitting him.”
“He hit me first.”
“Yes, because you provoked him to. And you fucking know it!”
Yoongi stares before an amused smirk makes it on his face.
“Don't fucking look so pleased!”
He laughs, shaking his head before his smile slowly drops and you're met with soft eyes again.
“He would've left if we just–I don't know–but I'm sure there could've been no violence. He's hurt, Yoongi. I left him because I was no longer happy in that marriage. He's heartbroken.”
“Are you making excuses for him?”
“No!” you automatically argue.
“Sure sounds like it.” Yoongi scoffs.
You groan, rubbing the side of your face in frustration.
“You're here scolding me and raising your voice when he came here and insulted not just me, but you too. And you're still trying to understand him?”
“It's because I know why he feels like that! It doesn't mean it's right! This could've gone so differently–and you just kept going. I told you guys to stop–but you ignored me and provoked him–” You stop yourself, staring at Yoongi who just stands in the middle of his bathroom watching you silently. His brows lift up causing you to sigh in defeat. “I'm sorry. I'm taking it out on you because you're here.”
Yoongi stays silent for a moment, letting you drown in your frustration and regret. His point is proven, he has nothing else to say.
“Obviously I know he's not right either. What he did was stupid–he already came here angry and to see me here–” You sigh, sniffling a little as you turn around to grip the sink. You breathe through the urge to cry and break in front of Yoongi. “I know we talked about this but I should've never come here. This would not happen if I wasn't here.”
“Stop,” he stops you. Lifting up your gaze, you meet his eyes in the reflection of his mirror. “It's not your fault he acted like an asshole.”
“Yoongi, but in a way I provoked him too by coming here. By staying here.”
“That's messed up to think that,” he still argues back. “You know why you came here. Come on, we talked about this. Stop putting more blame onto yourself. He doesn't do it and you shouldn't either.”
“Because I know what I am saying is the truth.”
“It's your truth,” Yoongi points out, walking closer to you. “Know what I'm sayin'?”
You sniffle, “No.”
He laughs silently, eyes crinkling at the ends as his teeth are on full display. He turns you around by gently gripping onto your shoulder. You're stubborn, not wanting to face him as he nudges your chin to look up at him. His thumbs brushes underneath your eyes, preventing the tears sliding down your cheeks.
“You know, you're just stubborn.” he muses amusingly and softly, just like his sound is. “Now I'm going to wipe the mess in the kitchen and will make us some tea.”
You stare at him in disbelief, seeing him taking a few steps away from you. He turns his back to you, ready to walk out. But he stops in his tracks.
“And Y/N?”
You look at him with watery eyes.
“Don't think of running away.”
It's a simple sentence, a tiny bit teasing on his part and you barely manage to break a smile. He does not stay for any longer, taking care of the mess in his kitchen just like he said he would.
When you join him, you see him wiping the last remains of your husband's blood before his kitchen is just as new. Yoongi tells you to sit on the couch and turn on a movie. You don't argue even though watching a movie is the last thing on your wishlist. He joins you shortly after. The bundt cake sliced neatly on a plate, accompanied with two cups of tea. He munches on the cake throughout the movie, even offers you to eat but you shake your head at him, declining his offer.
He manages to eat all the slices, handing you a blanket when he sees you hugging yourself.
“Yoongi?” you speak silently throughout the movie.
“Hm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
The side of your face pressed against the couch, you stare up at him. “For everything.”
“Are you getting sentimental for me?” he muses, turning it into fun and you realize, you prefer it that way. It loosens up the entire moment and situation, even if just a little bit.
“No, just thankful. I know it sounded like I blamed you, it was wrong of me. You were just here and I let my frustration out on you.”
He smiles, shaking his head as if silently telling you to let it go. “I told you I'm not perfect. I am to be blamed for a lot of things. But I don't regret it.”
“Even if your knuckles are cracked?”
A silent laugh comes from the side. “They're not fully cracked but yeah, even then.”
For the first time after the fight, you let a laugh out of yourself as well.
“Come on, you should go to bed. We'll talk about it more tomorrow.”
“Talk about it?” you question, swallowing down a yawn that wants to let out. He's right. You're tired and should go to bed.
“The clothes, you need to get them. I will go with you.”
You sit up, hair a little bit ruffled which makes Yoongi stifle back a laugh. “You will? You sure?”
“Yeah, I don't mind.”
He doesn't tell you that he doesn't want you to interact with Yeonseok, just in case he's there. Considering how shaken up you're from their interaction earlier, and yours too, you shouldn't go through that alone. You're pregnant for fuck sake. You've been through a lot while carrying a fucking human inside of you. That shit is mental.
He makes it sound easy, so easy that you just as easily agree and stand up to move to the bedroom. You linger at the edge of the couch, thinking about still having to change your clothes and take a quick shower.
“It's probably weird, especially after Yeonseok's outburst but you should sleep in the bedroom tonight as well.”
“Don't listen to him,” he says simply, “But are you sure though?”
“Yeah, I don't mind.” you repeat his earlier words, smiling at it which causes him to chuckle at your slight teasing.
“Fine, my back will thank you tomorrow.”
Laughing, you retrieve to the bedroom to get your sleeping clothes that consist of Yoongi's oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. God, you really need your own clothes.
While you're in the shower, Yoongi lets the movie continue without actually paying any attention to it. His knuckles slightly burn, the skin there trying to heal. A side of his jaw hurts but knowing Yeonseok's in a worse state makes it better. It's a little bit childish, he admits that but that asshole deserved it. He thinks he can just punch him and not expect a punch back?
His parents would curse the shit out of him. Regardless if Yeonseok was the first one to attack, Yoongi would be painted as the one that's violent because he fought back. Fuck. He can already hear their potential words so clearly.
You shouldn't have fought back.
It's your fault he's angry.
They've always seen him in a bad light. Partly, he doesn't blame them. He's always been more controversial and wild than his brother. The thing is it wasn't accepted in the family and was approached with a massive hit of criticism and negativity. Partly, Yoongi blames them for how he turned out.
Reaching for his phone, he dials Jimin's number without a second thought. He had enough time to think this through and know that he promised something, he can't change it. He would look like a total asshole. Plus, he doesn't want to change it. Somehow, you've grown to like him. It's embarrassing to admit, but seeing you in such a poor state makes him pity you. You would hate him for these thoughts, that much he knows.
“Bro, it's like night.” Jimin accepts the call with a scolding tone.
“I need you to take tomorrow's appointments.”
“Why? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, tone changing to a confused one. Yoongi has never canceled any of his appointments. A part of keeping his business good and professional, he always dedicated all of his time there. He's not surprised by Jimin's confusion.
“Yeah, I just have some errands to run and I won't be able to be there for a whole day.” He gives a brief explanation, not giving any details.
It's not like he doesn't want to share. Even though he's not a sharing type and keeps stuff to himself, he doesn't see any point in sharing a huge portion of your mess that is called life. It just doesn't seem fair at all.
“Dude, everyone's gonna be mad. They want you, you know that!” Jimin argues, panicking which is understandable.
Yoongi doesn't brag about it, but he knows most clients come to him for their tattoos specifically. Everyone in his team is good, he doesn't doubt it. But even they know how some people come to the studio specifically for Yoongi.
“I can't reschedule them, I'm fully packed.”
“Duh, I know that! What are you even doing Yoongi?”
“None of your business,” Yoongi answers calmly and casually, causing his friend to groan loudly into the receiver. “Just do it. If they don't wanna get tattooed, just give them back their deposit. Or reschedule their appointments, though they might wait months.”
“This better be worth it.” He hears him mumble.
“It's a family emergency.” It's the only explanation Yoongi offers him.
“Family? You don't care about your family.” Jimin points out the obvious, causing Yoongi to purse his lips slightly offended.
It's not like he doesn't care about them. Sure, he seems like it but it's not exactly the truth. He doesn't blame Jimin for thinking it though. He made it seem and obvious as if he doesn't care about them. In some fucked up twisted way, he does.
“Thanks, I owe you.” Yoongi ignores his previous words, not putting them any more attention than he already did by listening to them.
“You bet…” Jimin mutters under his breath, not having enough time to complain as his kind friend ends the call with that.
Later after he takes a shower while you're already in bed, he joins you. He thinks you're asleep but by the sound of your breathing and fidgeting, you're still awake.
“Can't sleep?”
You flinch a little, probably surprised by his sudden voice and the fact he's aware of you being awake. “It's the baby.”
“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asks right away without thinking of it. He lays back, clearing his throat as he stares at the plain ceiling instead. The entire bedroom is swallowed in darkness, letting only moonlight in. He has noticed you prefer sleeping that way and he doesn't have the heart to close curtains.
“No,” you giggle, “She's just moving a lot. Sometimes even kicks me.”
“She… she does?” Yoongi asks, unsure. He has zero knowledge about babies. Let alone how it properly works inside a woman's uterus. It's pretty laughable because he's that clueless.
“Yeah, probably won't let me sleep for a while.”
“What a brat.” Yoongi mutters and you gasp, elbowing his side as he cackles at you.
“You did not just say that,” you exclaim, offended as he continues to laugh silently under his breath. “She's been an active baby lately.”
You've no idea why you're even telling him that. Something just wants you to fill up the sentence. You and him don't talk about the baby a lot. It seems like a taboo topic for understandable reasons and that's solely for not making it too weird.
Yoongi's quiet and while your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you can clearly see him fully awake with eyes open, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. You turn to your side, hissing when you feel a light kick in your ribs coming from inside.
“What are you thinking about?”
He doesn't look like he wants to answer, something holding him back. But then he probably seems awkward enough so he swallows, shrugging.
“My mom always said I moved a lot and shit like that. You know–like when she was pregnant.”
The hint of something that has been secretive but very obvious to you from the start causes your breath to catch in your throat. You've never openly talked about the baby being biologically Yoongi's. It's not something you can forget and despite not talking about it, you've been thinking about it almost all the time.
“Oh…”
“Yeah…” he mutters. “Is that weird shit to say?”
“It's not weird,” you assure him softly. Kind of. “I actually find it interesting. If it… if it was a stranger I probably wouldn't know these things.”
“Forget about it, I was just babbling. It just reminded me of that when you said…”
“It's okay, Yoongi.” You laugh at that, feeling his embarrassment. It's practically seeping from him. “Thank you for that. I mean–I'm grateful for that information. Is that a weird thing to say?”
“No, unless we make it weird.” he states, voice different from the usual laid back Yoongi you know. It's kind of cute.
“Okay, let's not make it weird. Let's talk about something else.”
“Talk? You should sleep.”
“I can't when she's moving around so much.” you argue.
It's silent for a moment.
“Does… does it hurt?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “But not so much yet. It probably will get worse once she's bigger.”
“God, why do women go through that?” he mumbles, causing you to snort.
“If your mother didn't go through that, you wouldn't be here.”
“What a lovely life that would be.” he hums thoughtlessly, while you choke back onto your laughter.
“Don't say that!” you scold him. “None of us have asked to be here.”
“True.”
Again, a little awkward silence is shared between you. Well, you're not sure it's purely awkward but you're both fully awake, not ready to fall asleep just yet. You don't know about Yoongi but…
You groan when the little baby growing inside you starts to move around again. You caress your stomach, feeling as if she has a hiccup. “I think she has a hiccup.”
He probably doesn't care, but you share that thought out loud.
“You can feel that?” He sounds confused.
“Yeah,” you nod. “You wanna feel it?”
He stays silent. And for a second, you're sure you've crossed a line and he will just go backwards, distancing from you and the entire situation.
Indeed, Yoongi feels a little awkward about your question. He has distanced himself, not wanting to admit the fact that you're indeed carrying a baby he helped conceive. It's a weird shit to think about. He can't think about it because it automatically makes him feel uncomfortable. He never had a plan to stay in contact with you.
He would never imagine sharing a bed with you, unless it was for a sex. And you had lots of it. Maybe not as much as he wanted but still.
If he knew you would be laying in his bed pregnant, he would probably never agree to this. As bad as it sounds.
This scares him.
But then he thinks of you and your perspective. He has no idea what your thoughts are, well some of them. But something about your innocent and sweet tone makes him rethink. You're here, after an awful day, not crying like he has expected you to do. He sees the light in your tone, one that's caused by the baby growing inside you. You're trying to be friendly, having just as friendly a conversation and Yoongi realizes – he's that for you.
A friend.
You need a friend. You've no one else to talk about it, not currently at least. You've distanced yourself from everyone else for understandable reasons, and he can relate to that.
“Won't that be awkward?” he questions.
“Not unless you make it to be.” you hit him back with his own words, the fact causing his mouth to twitch.
“Okay, sure. It's a one time experience anyway.”
You snort, “You make it sound as if you won't ever meet a pregnant lady.”
“I've met a few but never had an urge to touch their belly. That shit's weird.”
Giggling, you shake your head at him. “Maybe in the future, you will.”
“Future?” he asks, completely confused.
“Maybe if you're gonna have a wife or a girlfriend.” you say, slightly unsure of this topic. Is it okay for you to talk about this? Either way, it's too late to not answer his question anyway.
After all, this specific topic shouldn't be weird.
“I don't want kids,” he informs you, carefully but sternly at the same time. “So that's not happening.”
Sighing, you don't argue about that. If he accidentally gets someone pregnant, he won't be able to control that aspect but you don't remind him of that. He seems stubborn and determined about this opinion of his. And you respect it.
It's silly and you shouldn't have the right to feel this way, but you feel slightly saddened that he's so keen on telling you he doesn't want kids. Even though you've known that for a long time. It's a reminder that he does not want to have anything to do with the baby inside you. It's nothing new but somehow that thought still doesn't sit with you well.
Instead, you swallow all those feelings and take the duvet off your body.
“Whatever,” you murmur nonchalantly. “Give me your hand.”
He does, without question. You try not to think about how warm and big his hand feels. You ignore the little fluttering butterflies that set in the pit of your stomach and inside your chest. Your baby is not to be blamed for.
You move his hand on your stomach but not before pulling up your shirt. You're starting to feel too warm anyway. This way he'll be able to tell the movements more clearly.
“You feel it?” you ask, holding his hand as soon as it's placed over your swollen stomach.
“No? I ain't feel shit.”
You giggle, “You're an ass.”
But then, a sudden kick is sent next to Yoongi's hand. It wasn't a direct move under his palm but he had to feel it regardless. A surprised Oh makes it out of his mouth.
“That's so weird,” he mumbles thoughtfully.
Then she continues again, her little movements more recognizable and becoming slowly familiar to the man laying next to you.
“She's so active.”
“She is,” you hum, slowly letting go of his hands. He lets it rest there for a moment, taking the cue as he pulls it away slowly. “Could let me sleep now though.” You try to play it cool and calm down your racing heart.
Pulling the shirt back down and covering yourself with the duvet, you're trying to act cool like before.
“Wow,” Yoongi says, taken back. “It's weird to think there's another person inside you.”
“Tell me something about it,” you chuckle. “I've wanted to get pregnant for a long time. But nothing could've prepared me for the way it feels. It's weird, I can't describe it.”
He surely can't understand what you're talking about. You don't want him to. You just let your thoughts run free. Some part of you wants to confess those thoughts to Yoongi. Another weird thing to say, but he's like a safe place in a twisted way. You can be honest, even though you're slightly sheepish about it. You can confide in him.
You think he has no idea what he means to you. And even if it's just for a certain time being, you're grateful for it regardless.
Before you know it, the movements stop and you're finally allowed the tiredness to come in. You slowly drift to sleep, clueless to Yoongi being fully awake as he stares at the ceiling with the weirdest feeling all over his body.
It's not as if morning is any better. Surprisingly, you haven't had that much trouble sleeping and you barely woke up. Yeonseok hasn't haunted you in your dreams either, which made it more enjoyable and comfortable. You were too exhausted last night, so a good sleep made it better for you to see today's morning in a better light.
Yoongi's still asleep, his alarm hasn't ringed yet and you wondered if you should wake him up. Maybe he forgot to set up his alarm, but something tells you that's very unlikely.
After you've washed your face and teeth, you decided to give him a few minutes and will try to wake him in case he has really slept in. However, the aftermath of yesterday's events and your good sleep, a cause of your positivism, doesn't last too long when your phone rings.
At first, you don't think much of it. Your father calls you from time to time, he has to when you suddenly go silent. Using busyness as a great excuse when you've been anything but that. He doesn't know that which makes the lie more believable.
As you get to hear his raspy voice again, you expect him to start the same way.
How are you?
Why haven't you called?
But none of that comes as he sounds nothing but concerned, even a little skeptic.
“Y/N, is everything okay with you?”
That alone should alarm you and it does, but you remain cool and voice your confusion. “Yes? Why wouldn't I be?”
“Don't lie. What's happening there?”
He doesn't sound upset, he sounds more worried than anything else. “What do you mean? I'm fine.”
“Really? Because Yeonseok called us yesterday, well today, he kept saying something about you sleeping with his brother?”
You freeze, shame washing over you like the coldest bucket of ice.
“Is that true?”
“Dad, I promise you–It's nothing like that.”
Perfect. Thanks Yeonseok a lot.
“He was also wasted, could barely talk. Called us like two in the morning.”
Sighing, you sit down as you grip your phone tighter. It seems like you can't have a rest for at least one day. Everything keeps biting you in your ass when you think things are getting better. It fucking sucks.
“We're going through a rough patch right now.”
“And you broke up with him?”
“I–technically yes but it wasn't like that. I promise you, it's nothing like that.” you telling, aiming at Yeonseok's accusation that might not be a complete lie but you know how it sounds.
“Then how is it?”
“Dad, I really don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry Yeonseok woke you and Barbara,” you say, mentioning his longtime girlfriend who's like your step-mom. You know she's just as worried. You're surprised she's not the one that called. “He has a hard time dealing with our break-up.”
“He said you're staying at his brother's, is that true?”
One thing about your father is that he never really got into your business. If he was curious or even nosy, he never let it known because he respected everyone's space and privacy. So to have him question you like this means he's truly worried and the call he received from your still husband has made him alarmed.
“Yes–”
“So it's true? Y/N, have you cheated on him?”
“God, no!” You exclaim loudly, taking a deep breath as you release it in a form of loud sigh. Technically you haven't. “I haven't cheated on anyone. Look, it's really complicated. I had nowhere else to go.”
“Nowhere else to go? You could've come here.”
You sigh, rubbing your tired eyes. “I know but I didn't wanna bother you with our issues. Yoongi is familiar with it, so I just decided to come here. It's just for a few nights, I will figure it out. Don't worry.”
“How can I not worry when I found out from my son-in-law that you're not living at home? And that you live with his brother instead?”
“He's not exactly the perfect husband you have him for, dad.”
“What do you mean by that? Did he hurt you?”
“Not like that,” You shake your head. “I had a share on it too. None of us are innocent. Look, all you have to know for now is that I'm okay. I need to figure this out on my own. You've nothing to worry about.”
“You can't just tell me you live somewhere else with Yeonseok's brother, and tell me not to worry!”
“Listen, dad. I love you but I'm very close to hanging up. I understand you're worried but you're not exactly helping me with freaking out. I told you I'm fine, so please trust your daughter instead. I'll handle it and I'll talk about it when I'm ready.”
Well, you're not sure if you should tell him the entire truth. The thought of that is embarrassing and completely uncomfortable. You're not going to tell your dad that you've slept with another man just to get pregnant. Even if Yeonseok agreed to it.
Overall, you would spare him the details.
“But you're pregnant. You're carrying his child. You can't just leave and not talk to him.”
“Oh, I talked to him. He's not as interested in being a father as he was.”
“What?!” He yells into the phone, causing you to cringe at his shocked and upset tone. “He said that?!”
“Along the lines,” you mumble, “Don't worry, I'm doing fine. So is your granddaughter.”
“G-granddaughter?”
That finally gets his mind off Yeonseok. “Yes. I had it confirmed yesterday.”
He sighs, chuckling on the other line. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“Y/N–”
“That–please.”
He sighs in defeat. “Okay. But promise me you'll call if you need something.”
“I always will, dad. Please don't worry.”
Eventually, you end the call. Just as your phone is being tossed onto the counter, Yoongi sleepily steps into the kitchen with bed hair and narrowed eyes. “Why were you yelling?”
“It's nothing.”
“Y/N…” Yoongi warns, narrowing his eyes through his tiredness.
“It was my dad. Yeonseok called him drunk last night.”
“Fuck,” That has him waking up as he stares you down. “What did he say?”
“That I cheated and I'm staying at your place.”
“What did you tell him?”
“Not much,” you admit, “I don't want him to worry.”
“He's a fucking idiot.”
“Yoongi…”
“No, he is.” He insists, rubbing his chest tiredly as anger twists his puffy face. He looks cute, even with the tattooed sleeve that's on full display.
“He was drunk,” you point out. “Surely angry and upset.”
“I'm surprised he didn't run to mommy and daddy.”
“Shit,” you exclaim. “What if he did?”
“Would it matter?” Yoongi questions.
You stare at him as if he grew two heads. “Of course! What would they think of me?”
“You really care about that?”
“If he told them the story that I cheated on him with you, I do care!”
Yoongi sighs, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his chest. “We know it's not the truth. Not exactly. And we will explain that to them if it ever came down to it.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Because it is,” he argues. “And there's no need for you to worry about it too much, alright?”
You give him Really? Look.
“If he called your dad, I really doubt he got our parents involved. Knowing them, they would call or barge in here right away.”
“You think?”
“Oh, I know.” he hums. “So don't worry and get yourself ready.”
That's right. You're supposed to get your clothes today. But you thought it'll be later on, probably when he gets back from work or over his lunchtime. You just need to get your things. It shouldn't take too long.
“Are you not going to work today?”
“No, I have a day off.”
“Really? You never mentioned anything about having a day off.” you wonder, staring at him straightening himself as he stretches his arms, shrugging.
“Didn't think it's important.”
“Okay,” you sigh. “What if he's there?”
Yoongi watches you for a moment, “That's why I'm going with you.”
“I think that will piss him even more if he sees you there.”
“Should I not come?”
You shake your head, “That's not what I meant. I just–I don't know what's right or not anymore.”
“It's true, maybe he wouldn't get so angry but there's no guarantee he won't get verbal again. I just don't think you should go through that alone.”
Something about his words make your chest warm, an appreciative smile beaming on your lips but you shake yourself out of it as a smirk replaces it. “Are you starting to care about me?”
What you get in return is a mixture of a chuckle and smirk. “I'm serious, Y/N,” he says, more seriously. “I'm going just in case he needs another punch.”
“Please, don't say that.” Your smile drops.
“I can't promise anything but I'll try to be on my best behavior.”
“Somehow, that doesn't go along with you.” you tell him with suspicious eyes as he smirks.
“You're gonna have to wait and see.”
“No fights.” you warn him, lifting up your finger at him to make yourself clear.
“Okay, mom.”
“Ew.” you cringe, walking past him but not before slapping his chest. “Keep it down.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
You walk back into the bedroom, to change your clothes and get yourself ready with an unbelievable smile on your face. You fight the sheets neat and made, a fresh air filling the bedroom that has become too familiar to you.
With a lighter feeling in your chest, you prepare yourself for what's about to come.
