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my accidental valentine — jjk

⤷ a matching tattoo, an intense night, and a lot of alcohol were the perfect combination for a fun night with a perfect stranger. a stranger you never thought you’d ever see again, until he saves you from a disastrous date on valentine’s day. will you repeat your first encounter all over again?  

—  pairing: jungkook x fem. reader  —  genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, and smut — rating: 18+  —  words: 6,200 —  warnings: strong language, swearing, mention of sex, mention of breakup, mention of heartbreak, sexual tension, a lot of kissing, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, missionary, doggy style, multiple orgasms, and implied different sex rounds —  author’s note: here is the valentine’s fic you all voted to have!! it’s a very small one, but i still hope you’ll enjoy it 😊 it’s been fun writing it, and i had this random idea a loooong time ago when i was about to fall asleep 😅 a phrase from killin’ it girl by our sunshine j-hope has been incorporated in the fic & i hope you can spot it 👀

MASTERLIST

Getting drunk on a random friday night wasn’t in your plans. Getting a matching tattoo with a stranger, on that same night? Not in your plans, too. But man, it was the best night of your life.

Did you ever see that stranger again? Absolutely, not.

Yeah, you’re definitely stupid, but at least you had fun and got laid that night by a sexy stranger. What’s even more stupid is that you never erased that tattoo, even two years later. Luckily, nobody ever understood the meaning behind it, or you’d lie about it if they ever asked.  

But how could you exactly explain that the initials of a random man are tattooed on your collarbone? Honestly, you can’t.

What always saved you was that your best friend had the same initials, her name being Jennie Kang. She’s the only one aware that those aren’t her initials, but a stranger’s.  

Sometimes you wonder whether he also kept the tattoo after all these years. Does he also think about you whenever his eyes land on it? The answer is yes, but you totally ignore it, of course.

Unfortunately, that fantastic Friday night, you didn’t exchange numbers, and there are moments when you regret it. It would have been fun to know who he is and what he does in life. You only got his name. Jungkook. What a shame!

After him, you went on dating Hyunjin for a year and a half, but it ended up not working out. The breakup was ugly as hell, and it’s been tough to deal with the aftermath. No cheating was involved, but definitely hurtful words were exchanged. To say that he broke your heart is probably an understatement.

“Show me your outfit, girl!!” A super excited Jennie asks you.

To let her see your full outfit through the video call, you place your phone on the desk before taking a few steps back. The red dress you’re wearing seems a bit too much, but it’s the only one that seems appropriate enough.

Tonight, you have a date—the first one since Hyunjin. And ironically, it’s happening on valentine’s day.

Your date is a guy you’ve been talking to for a while now. He’s asked you out a couple of times, but you always invented some lame excuses to avoid the date. But quickly, it became obvious that you couldn’t keep up with it forever and that his patience would eventually die.

So, you agreed to have this first date on valentine’s day.

Probably not your best move. If this all goes wrong, it’ll forever taint this day—that is supposed to be special, by the way. But let’s be honest, you always make silly decisions. And you blame yourself afterwards.

“You look fire,” she practically screams. “He'd better pull out all the stops and show you his big—”

“No,” you cut her off. “No sex tonight. It’s just a date.”

Truth being told, not once did you think about sex while talking to Jay, your date. Maybe he isn’t that attractive? You’re not sure. But most probably, it’s because sex hasn’t been on your mind for a while.

“You’re boring, yn,” she shakes her head as you grab your phone.

“I’m not,” you try to defend yourself.

“Of course you are! It’s your first date, it’s on valentine’s day, and you don’t want to get all freaky with him! It makes you boring.”

Your eyes shut as your lungs fill themselves with air. While listening to Jennie, one might think that she’s the wild type, always having sex with random guys, but in fact, she’s in a very healthy and stable relationship.

“I’m scared, and you know it,” you confess.

“Don’t overthink it,” she replies. “Just do it as you did with Jungkook.”

A smile grows on your face as you remember that night. By pure reflex, your fingers run over the tattoo—something you always do when you think of him. For sure, it was a memorable night.

“Or at least, try to have fun even though it doesn’t include sex.”

You nod. For sure, you’ll try.

“I have to go,” you tell her.

The call ends before you take one last look at your figure in the mirror. Besides the fact that you’re nervous, for the first time in a while, you feel sexy. This red dress suits you very well, and it gives you a confidence you thought had died when Hyunjin left.

Somehow, this night feels like it’s about to be great.

Celebrating valentine’s day has never been Jungkook’s thing. He actually despises this day for many reasons.

A couple of months ago, he had booked a table at one of the fanciest restaurants in town for him and his ex-girlfriend. This reservation should have been cancelled a long time ago, but he simply forgot until he got a notification yesterday.

For a moment, he hesitated to just cancel it and spend his day eating whatever shit he’d find in the kitchen. However, a voice inside him convinced him to keep it. Silly, you might say, but he was not going to give up on this reservation.

It’s hard to find a spot for this restaurant. It takes months before you can have a seat. So he decided to enjoy it by himself.

“Hello, Sir, and welcome to Clair Obscure,” a young waitress greets him when he arrives.

“Hello,” he offers her a bright smile. “I have a reservation for 7:30 pm under Jeon Jungkook.”

The young lady quickly scans the agenda before looking up at him with a smile on her face.

“Follow me, please,” she indicates.

She guides him to a table near a wall. This spot is perfect for intimacy and discretion. Would have been perfect if he was still dating his ex. Nevertheless, it can still be perfect. Nobody will pay too much attention to the guy alone on valentine’s day, which it’s the exact thing he’s looking for.

As he takes a seat, the waitress hands him a menu. 

“Would the second person arrive any time soon?” she politely asks.

The reservation indicated two persons.

“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s just me.”

Somehow, saying that out loud makes him sad, and by pure reflex, he rubs his hand on his collarbone, his fingers brushing on top of your initials. The second his fingers feel the ink, he’s brought back to two years ago.

It was honestly the best night of his life. For sure, he got drunk and didn’t make the most reasonable decisions, but he got to spend the night with the prettiest soul he ever got to meet. You.

His ex asked him several times what those letters meant to him, because that tattoo was placed on the left side of his collarbone, clearly separated from the other tattoos on his right side. That could only mean that it was special.

Jungkook never truly explained it, simply saying, “It was a reminder of a time in my life.”

Obviously, it wasn’t enough for her, and sometimes she’d push, but he would never give her more. She’d probably ask him to remove or hide it, and he probably should have, but he never wanted to.

The meaning behind the tattoo is deeper than one might think. That night was the first time he was totally reckless. Usually, he overthinks everything and loves to plan every single detail in advance. That night, he felt free for the first time.

And it was also the last time that it ever happened.

After that evening spent with you, he went back to who he was. The maniac and perfectionist Jungkook was back in full force. Nevertheless, his mind was somewhat always with you, on that wonderful night.

Jungkook takes a look at the menu, wondering what could be good in here. His eyes search for the dish his older brother advised him to try. He and his wife already came some time ago to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary.

Unfortunately, it looks like the menu was updated, since he can’t find it. So he tries to find something that sounds tasty, but he’s not really complicated with food. Anything will be just fine. It’s just that even the names sound way too fancy.

After Jungkook finishes deciding on his meal, the waitress returns to his table. With a polite smile—probably hiding how sorry she feels to see him alone on this day—she takes his order and carefully notes his choice. Once the order is done, she retrieves the menu card and carries it away, making room for him to wait for his food.

For the first time, his eyes wander around, taking in the lovely couples, old and young, that are celebrating love on this special day. A small part of him wishes someone were here with him, but honestly, right now, he’s better off without his ex.

As he looks around, his eyes land on a woman who has been haunting his dreams for two years—the woman whose initials are inked on his skin. You.

At first, he believes he’s dreaming because that can’t be possible. But the more he looks at you, the more he’s convinced that it is indeed you.

What he also notices is that you’re not alone. You’re sitting across from a young and handsome man, and Jungkook can’t help but think that you’re probably in a relationship. 

Saying that it doesn’t hurt him is a total lie.

But, well, the opposite would have surprised him. A wonderful and lovely woman like you can’t remain single.

However, the more he looks at you, the more he realizes that you seem uncomfortable. It’s in the way you nervously play with your fingers, in the way your shoulders are tensed, and in the way you give a fake ass smile to your date.

The guy in front of you doesn’t seem to notice as he smiles at you and tries to reach for your hand. That does look bad. Should he intervene? Probably not. But a voice inside him is literally urging him to save you from that disastrous date.

Jungkook chooses to recklessly rescue you from that man. And maybe—just maybe—he selfishly wants to spend this day with you, as a souvenir of the old time.

“Yn?”

The deep voice stops you cold.

This voice sounds familiar, but you can’t tell who it might be. You freeze for half a second, brows knitting together as you look to your right.

The man walking toward you is the last person you ever expected to see again. The man whose name is tattooed on your skin, right on your collarbone, inked there on a night blurred by alcohol.

Jungkook. 

For a heartbeat, the world stops moving.

He looks different, as if time has been kind to him in the most dangerous way. The black suit hugs his frame perfectly, all clean lines and quiet confidence, making his shoulders seem broader than you remember. There is something effortless about him—about the way he moves, the way the air seems to shift around him as he closes the distance between you.

And yet, beneath the tailored suit and polished exterior, it’s the same man. The same eyes that once held you too close for a stranger. The same voice that already chanted your name as if it were a mantra.

Your pulse stutters.

“Jungkook?” you say with evident surprise.

“Yes,” his smile grows bigger than ever. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

It definitely is a shared feeling, and he’s showing up at the perfect moment. Jay isn’t making it easy—he seems like a freak and a total weirdo. This date is more than a disaster, and the more you speak with him, the more you regret agreeing to this date.

“Who’s this guy?” Jay asks.

Your teeth cringe at the way he’s referring to Jungkook.

Before you can even reply, Jungkook speaks, “This guy has a name, and second, you’re interrupting.”

Jay blinks, clearly caught off guard. He might be awkward, but he really doesn’t want to come across as a bad guy—that’s not who he is.

“Sorry…” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Do you know each other?”

Both you and Jungkook nod. This situation is honestly so awkward. You’re on a terrible date with Jay while Jungkook—the guy you’ve been hoping to see again for the past two years—is standing next to you. But all you want is for Jay to leave you alone with Jungkook.

“We do,” you reply.

Jay simply nods, his eyes moving between the two of you. He can tell that something is going on between you. The way you look at him speaks louder than words.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jungkook mumbles.

His eyes are locked on yours, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he looks away. And you simply look back at him. This feels like a surreal moment—one you both dreamed of way too much—and you simply can’t believe that you found each other again.

“It’s okay,” you mumble as well.

The world around you two has completely vanished. Jay’s presence doesn’t even matter at this point, and you don’t even feel guilty about it. This date is a disaster anyway, so the sooner it is over, the better it is.

Jay keeps looking at the two of you, quickly realizing that he’s the one interrupting. For everyone's sake, it’s best if he simply leaves. At least, things won’t end up tragically, as he perfectly understands that he is in the way between the two of you. 

“I think…” he begins saying. “We should call it a night.”

Now, your attention shifts back to Jay. In all honesty, you can’t be grateful enough that he decides to leave. He reaches for his wallet before placing some cash on the table.

“This is to cover my part,” he adds, already standing.

Once up, his eyes look at the two of you one last time before leaving. For a moment, both your and Jungkook’s gazes follow him. You can’t help but notice that Jay seems somehow sad, and you can understand that, in some ways. If Jungkook hadn’t appeared out of the blue, you’d be sad too.

This date wasn’t great, and it was saddening you because the conversations you’ve been having with him were amazing. But we all know that texting is one thing and meeting in real life is another.

But it’s a good thing that this ends here. And what’s even better is that Jungkook is now standing in front of you.

“Would you mind if I sit with you?” he asks once Jay is fully gone.

“No,” you shake your head. “It’d actually be a pleasure.”

He offers you the sweetest and prettiest smile ever before he calls for a waitress. He informs her that he’s joining you, to which she simply nods. Jungkook pulls out the empty chair across from you.

“I can’t believe that we’re meeting again,” he finally breaks the silence between you.

“Me neither,” you reply. “I thought you’d forever remain the tattoo stranger.”

“The tattoo stranger?” he raises an eyebrow.

At that moment, the waitress arrives with Jungkook’s plate, glass, and wine bottle before removing Jay’s. Without any hesitation, he fills himself another glass of wine. He shows you the bottle, asking if you want some, and you nod.

“My best friend, Jennie, calls you the tattoo stranger,” you explain.

“So you told her about it?” he asks while filling your glass.

“Yeah, I had to,” a kind of chuckle escapes your lips, but it sounds so weird. “People were asking what it was, and I said that it was her initials. If I hadn’t told her, she would have denied it.”

His lips take an ‘O’ shape. Jungkook honestly believes that you came up with a good explanation for the tattoo, but a warmth blossoms in his chest as he realizes you still wear it. You didn’t remove it or cover it. It’s still there. His handwriting is engraved on your collarbone. 

“So you still have it?” he still asks.

You nod, too scared to start saying nonsense to explain why you still have it. Surprisingly, he unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt before pushing it aside to show you the tattoo. It’s still there. Your initials, with your handwriting, are still on his skin.

“Me too,” he offers you a smile.

This is, without a doubt, the highlight of the night. No matter what happens next, it can’t ever compare to this. Your eyes are glued to the tattoo. It looks bigger than you ever remember, but it is still as beautiful.

With a beating heart and shaky hands, you slightly push aside the strap of your dress to unveil the tattoo. This moment feels too intimate—even though you’ve already shared closeness with him, it somehow feels even deeper now.

Jungkook takes in how your fingers carefully move the strap, admiring the healed version of the tattoo. It seems even prettier than two years ago. He’s completely hypnotized by the way you run your fingertips over his initials.

“It still looks great,” he mumbles.

Your gaze shifts up, meeting his sparkling eyes, and that does something to you.

“I’ve been taking good care of it,” you reply. “Like the tattoo artist told us to do.”

After getting it, you applied the cream he advised you to put on for a couple of months. You really followed his instructions to make sure it doesn’t grow ugly. The result is very good, and it definitely looks beautiful.

When the waitress comes back with Jungkook’s order, you quickly place the strap back. His eyes follow your every movement as if you’d disappear if he looks away for a second.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

As Jungkook begins his meal, you find yourself with little to do but watch him eat—after all, you already shared the main course earlier with Jay. The plan was to enjoy dessert next, but you decide to wait until Jungkook finishes his food before ordering something sweet.

While he eats, the two of you easily slip into conversation, catching up on everything that has happened in your lives over the past two years. Jungkook shares the reason why he came to the restaurant alone tonight, and you explain how you ended up on a date with Jay.

Everything feels natural with him. Nothing feels forced, unlike your date. And somehow, it seems like you’re brought back to that famous night of two years ago. However, this time you hope you won’t drink too much, so you don't do anything stupid with him.

By the time you order dessert, you’re practically discussing the idea of having another matching tattoo, and you’ve only had two glasses of wine…

Thankfully, you both agree it’d be too silly, but you’re not ruling out the idea of doing it another time—maybe once you get to fully know each other. And this time around, you exchange numbers because there’s no way you're going to go another two years without each other. 

Even if this night had started really badly, Jungkook majestically saved it. Speaking with him and laughing at his stupid jokes brightened your world. Time went by so fast with him.

“How did you come?” he asks once you’re outside the restaurant.

“Taxi,” you tell him.

Knowing it’d be a struggle to find a parking spot—and also you don’t like driving after drinking—you didn’t take your car.

“Let me drive you home, then,” he proposes.

For a moment, you consider refusing because you don’t want to bother him, but a large part of you doesn’t want the night to end now. It’s been going so well with him.

“Okay,” you finally accept.

With his hand on your lower back, he guides you to his car.

Once you reach your place, you look at him. Your heart is beating way too fast with nervousness because you really want to have him at your place. 

“Would you like to come up?” you ask.

A smile grows on his face. “Only if you want,” he replies.

You simply nod, too scared your voice will betray you if you speak. For a moment, neither of you moves.

The engine is off, and yet the air inside the car feels heavy and charged with something unspoken. The soft glow of the streetlights slips through the windshield, casting shadows across his face, sharpening the familiar curve of his jaw, the quiet intensity in his eyes. He studies you like he’s trying to read every thought crossing your mind.

“Are you nervous?” he asks gently.

Your breath catches. “Is it that obvious?”

A quiet chuckle escapes him as he nods. “We don’t have to go upstairs if it makes you nervous.” 

For a moment, your gaze remains on him as your cheeks catch on fire, and your heart is ready to leave your body with how crazy it beats under your chest.

“It’s not that,” you shake your head before hiding your face in your hands.

Jungkook can’t help but find you absolutely adorable. He’s literally melting with your cuteness. With a little chuckle, his fingers wrap around yours, pushing them aside so he can see your face.

“Then what is it?” he asks when your eyes meet.

He knows why, but he still wants to hear you say it out loud. You swallow thickly, suddenly aware of the closeness between you and of the warmth of his fingers still wrapped around yours. His thumb brushes absentmindedly over your knuckles like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

Your eyes drop to your joined hands. “I’m not nervous about going upstairs,” you admit quietly.

His gaze sharpens. “No?”

You shake your head, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m nervous about what happens if you do.”

For a moment, Jungkook says nothing. His thumb stills against your skin, his jaw tightening slightly as he studies your face like he’s searching for something. Then, he reaches out—slow enough for you to stop him—and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger just a second too long against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“You have no idea,” he says quietly, voice lower now, “how many times I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

Your heart stumbles.

“I’ve been desperately wanting to see you again because that night has been living rent-free in my mind,” he continues.

The space between you suddenly feels very small. Too small, actually. His gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes. The movement is slow and deliberate, and fuck, you feel yourself getting wet. The shift between you is unmistakable.

“Maybe…” you begin, “we could repeat what we did that night.”

Your voice is hesitant, but damn, your mind and body desperately crave to redo everything that he did to you that night. How he made you moan. How his fingers touched every single part of your body. Or the many orgasms that he gave you.

“Well, you invited me upstairs,” he says. “And I was definitely not intending to play cards with you.” A faint, dangerous smile appears on his face. “I was for sure planning on recreating everything that we did that night in my bed.”

His words send even more shivers down your spine, and your panties are now sticking to your body due to how fucking wet you are. This man still knows how to turn you on with his mouth only.

You don’t remember leaning closer, only that you can feel his breath against your cheek. His fingers graze your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers. 

But you don’t.

Your hand finds the front of his suit jacket instead, fingers curling into the fabric as if you need something to ground yourself. His breath catches at the contact of your fingers brushing against him. And that’s all the answer he needs.

His forehead rests lightly against yours, both of you hovering at the edge of something inevitable, the world outside the car completely forgotten.

“I guess it’s time we go upstairs,” he murmurs.

And this time, your voice doesn’t shake or hesitate.

“Yes.”

In a matter of seconds, you’re both out of his car and heading to your apartment. The ride in the elevator seems endless as you’re both way too needy right now.

When you finally make it inside your place, you barely have the time to take your shoes and coats off before his mouth crashes into yours, and his large hands grip your waist with an intensity that makes you gasp. His tongue invades your mouth, leaving you completely dizzy. This kiss is a reflection of how fucking desperate you both are.

Your fingers find their way to his hair, playing with and pushing it as he assaults your mouth. His fingers brush against your side, making you moan against his mouth. Slowly, his lips move down, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and your neck.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls against your neck, teeth grazing your skin hard enough to send shivers down your spine for the millionth time tonight.

Jungkook lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as your red dress rides up to your hips. He pins you against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat of his body pressing into yours. His hands rest on your now exposed ass, his thumb caressing your skin, which makes you whine.

His growing bulge brushes against your covered core as your hips sway against him. This is so hot. You’ve never craved a man as much as you do right now. Your entire body longs for him. You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his broad shoulders through his impeccable white shirt.

“I’ve dreamed of you so much,” you whisper. “And of the way you made love to me.”

His response is a low rumble in his chest.

“Let’s do it all over, babe,” he mumbles.

His dark eyes now look up at you. They are filled with lust—a lust you thought you’d never see again, but now that you have him in front of you all over again, it makes you weak in your knees. Thank god, he’s holding you; otherwise, you would have fallen on the ground. 

“Where’s your room?” he asks, his eyes looking around.

“There,” you point out.

Jungkook carries you to your bed before carefully dropping you into the mattress. Once you’re settled, you rest on your elbows as he offers you a private show. He strips his shirt, revealing the tattoos that snaked across his arm, but one in particular catches your attention.

“It’s my favorite one,” he says, noticing the way you’re hungrily looking at his collarbone.

His fingers run over it as he’s so damn happy—and for sure horny as hell—to have you with him again. Very slowly, his fingers snake down to push his pants and underwear down. Your jaw drops all over again as you take in the man in front of you. He’s hot as fuck.

“Your turn, baby,” he tells you as he lies next to you before pressing a kiss on your lips.

Without overthinking it too much, you stand up, placing yourself right in front of him to strip yourself of your dress. Thankfully, this one doesn’t have a zipper, which makes it easier, but you’ll try not to make a fool of yourself when taking it off.

But since you’re very clumsy, you still end up looking like an idiot when you struggle to take your dress off. Jungkook chuckles as he stands up to help you with the dress.

“Let me help you,” he tells you when his hands push the dress off you.

In seconds, the dress is off, and you’re graced with a smiling Jungkook. He looks so effortlessly handsome. It should be a crime just to look that fine. 

Before you can even process what’s going on, he crashes his lips against your tattoo as if it is the most sacred thing in the world. His fingers slowly find their way south and sneak under your panties.

The coldness of his fingers against your core instantly makes you moan. Your hands wrap around his neck, trying to find some balance. Jungkook doesn’t spare you as his fingers push your folds apart. He feels you falling apart against him, and it’s honestly the best feeling in the world.

With his other hand, he unclasps your bra to give his mouth free access to your breasts. His tongue runs over your nipple, tormenting you a bit while his fingers run up and down your core. The torture is exquisite and pure heaven.

Your eyes are closed, your back is fully arched—trying desperately to get more from him—and your mouth is wide open, small moans and whimpers leaving your lips. His name falls from your lips like a mantra. This is incredible.

And then, without warning, two fingers plunge inside your quivering cunt, curling deep inside you. Instantly, a strangled moan escapes your lips. He watches you writhe against him, a smirk growing on his angelic face as he pumps his fingers in and out. His thumb starts circling your clit with an expert pressure that makes you see stars.

His mouth shows no mercy when it wraps around your nipple and sucks it with an intensity that has you completely weak. This man is destroying you in the most pleasurable way. This right here is even better than whatever he did to you two years ago. He definitely improved.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles against your nipple. “Let them hear how good it feels.”

Honestly, as it is valentine’s day, you’re absolutely sure that you’re not the only one in this building who is being fucked. There’s a couple next door, and they’re probably having their fun too.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whimper, hips bucking against his hand.

The coil in your belly tightens unbearably, and your walls repeatedly squeeze his fingers. You’re seconds away from coming very hard.

“Your pussy is suffocating my fingers.”

His eyes look up at you, enjoying the view you’re giving him. How can someone look so pretty? His dick is painfully hard against your leg, and the friction is driving him absolutely crazy. If he doesn’t get inside you soon, he’ll come like a fucking teenager against your thigh.

Right there and then, your orgasm hits you violently. Your walls span around his fingers, and your body lightly shakes against him as you moan loudly. How can someone bring you to heaven with just his fingers and mouth?

Jungkook withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty. “Ready for more?” he asks.

Slowly, you open your eyes. The sight is mind-blowing. He looks devastatingly hot.

“Yes,” you nod.

Jungkook takes your panties off, throwing them somewhere in your bedroom. As your gaze shifts down, you see his thick and intimidating erection, which makes your mouth water and your core clench in anticipation.  

His lips find yours for another intense kiss. Through it, you can sense how desperate he is, and you’re just like him, if not more. His arms wrap around your body while he guides you both to your bed. When you feel the edge against your legs, you let yourself fall backward, his strong arms cushioning the fall.

Jungkook falls on top of you, his lips never once leaving yours. His hands skim over your skin, touching every single part of you while yours wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you, if that’s even possible.

His lips explore your jaw, neck, and collarbone, wetting your skin in the process. His hands push your legs apart, so he can settle between them. The moment his dick brushes against your core, the two of you whimper. The thrill is overwhelming, and the anticipation unbearable.

You need him.

His hand lands on his throbbing shaft, stroking himself a couple of times before rubbing his tip against your slick folds teasingly, and coating himself in your arousal.

“Ready?” he asks.

“More than ever,” you whisper.

Jungkook pushes his tip inside you, stretching you out and filling you so much that it makes you arch your back off the mattress. The pleasure is instantly overwhelming. He stills after pushing himself completely inside you. He’s trying his best to give you some time to adjust to his size and not fuck you senseless.

His gaze scans your face, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. He wants to make sure that you enjoy this as much as he does. He doesn’t want this moment to be painful. That’s not the point of having sex, even though his ex adored that.

You place your hands on his cheek, grateful for the fact that he’s giving you time to adjust before you place the most tender kiss on his lips.

“You can move if you want,” you whisper against his lips.

Jungkook kisses your temple before he starts moving his hips at a torturingly slow pace. Instantly, your eyes close to savor this intense moment. His eyes are glued to your face, and he can come right now with how beautiful you look under him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps.

Slowly, he sets a punishing rhythm with deep thrusts, his hips grinding against yours with each movement. Your nails run down his back, drawing red lines all over it. You both know it’ll leave marks for a couple of days, but Jungkook doesn’t care at all. You’re ruining him, and it’s all that matters at this precise moment.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he groans before pressing a kiss on your lips.

The room is filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of the slick sound of his thrust into your soaked pussy, of the headboard hitting the wall, and of your moans and his grunts.

Jungkook leans down, biting down on your collarbone, right under your tattoo, before soothing it with his tongue. Honestly, you’re sure that you’re going to wake up tomorrow with tons of marks on your body because he seems uncapable to keep his mouth to himself. It’s like he absolutely needs to have it glued to your skin.

His hand dips in between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing it in frantic circles. The dual assault pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with an intensity that you can’t even describe. Your walls clench around him as you scream his name in pleasure.

However, Jungkook isn’t done with you. Effortlessly, he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, entering you from behind. Your face ends up pressed against your pillow, swallowing your moan when he pushes himself back inside you.

This sight drives him instantly wild, his pace relentless. This new angle makes him reach deeper inside, turning you into a moaning mess—a mess that he absolutely adores.

Fuck, he never imagined that this night would end up with you under him. Right now, he doesn’t regret at all having decided to still go to the restaurant. If he had cancelled, he wouldn’t be here. And he’s even more thankful that he’s single.

If he was still with his ex, seeing you at the restaurant would have been pure torture. 

He can’t help but run his fingers along your spine, and once they reach your ass, he slaps it, heightening the pleasure for you. His pace quickens and gets sloppier, making it clear that he’s getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Jungkook,” you whimper against the pillow. “Coming…”

The second the word falls from your lips, you come hard against him, your legs shaking as you tightly squeeze his shaft. Your orgasm pushes his out of him—Jungkook tenses, burying himself deeper inside you with a guttural groan. He spills inside you in hot pulses, painting your walls white. That feeling makes you moan louder.

Once he’s done filling you up, he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. His lips press a gentle kiss on top of your head as you cling to him, as if you need him to breathe. None of you speaks as you get down from your highs.

“It was even better than two years ago,” you finally break the silence, eyes looking up at him.  

“Couldn’t agree more,” he chuckles.

You kiss him passionately. After all these years of dreaming about this, having him beside you feels like a victory. You’ve found Jungkook again, and he made this valentine’s day the best you ever had. 

Before you even understand it, he’s back between your legs, his dick pushing his cum deeper inside you and fucking the shit out of you. Jungkook has you in every possible position that night, making you come over and over again.

After this, Jungkook never let you go again. 

—  author’s note: hope you enjoyed reading this fic, don’t hesitate to share your thoughts 😊 i really thought i wouldn’t be able to post it as i’ve been dealing with the worst migraine attack for the past couple of days, but i still managed to finish it today 😊 let me know if you found the lyrics from hobi’s song 😊 thanks a lot for taking the time to read this & i’m forever grateful for your support❤️

[koosrealgf]

back on tumblr after being mia and WHERE ARE ALL THE JUNGKOOK FREAKS FOR KINKTOBER

[governments-babygirl]

Wtf is this... this is worse than porn

[koosrealgf]

so you want me to die is what i'm seeing

[stargirlsuicide]

me n the mutual im parasocial abt

[koosrealgf]

leather jacket jungkook you will be missed

RIP my beautiful pfp 2023-2025

[koosrealgf]

ITS MY HUSBANDS BIRTHDAY

everyone say happy birthday

[koosrealgf]

he's singing "still with you"

💔💔💔💔💔

actually shoot me i will cry

[koosrealgf]

i asked him to play golden and he said no 💔💔

[koosrealgf]

ITS MY HUSBANDS BIRTHDAY

everyone say happy birthday

[koosrealgf]

he's singing "still with you"

💔💔💔💔💔

actually shoot me i will cry

[koosrealgf]

oh okay so now he's singing "closer to you" he's tryna kill me

[koosrealgf]

ITS MY HUSBANDS BIRTHDAY

everyone say happy birthday

[koosrealgf]

he's singing "still with you"

💔💔💔💔💔

actually shoot me i will cry

[koosrealgf]

ITS MY HUSBANDS BIRTHDAY

everyone say happy birthday

[ohhowjooniewept]

roommates jungkook x y/n

fluff, angst, smut + yearningggggggggg

13k

if you had to describe your relationship with your roommate to quite literally any other person on earth, you’d be floored.

you weren’t necessarily friends, just something in between. your best friend and his best friend had been in a relationship for 2 years now, both madly in love, forcing the two of you to interact. the first time you met him, you couldn’t help but think he was absurdly attractive. still, with how quiet he always seemed, you assumed he wasn’t all that interested in anything - or anyone.

when your apartment flooded and left you completely unable to live within your safe space, he had let you move in overnight despite barely knowing each other. he was with taehyung when yejin had received your teary call, desperate for advice on what to do - you were an emotional person usually, but in situations like this? you completely shut down, unable to think and certainly not able to proceed.

he had a spare room, and was about to list it when everything happened so he felt no qualms about letting you move in. you were clean, organised, and although vastly different to him with how chatty and sunshiny you were all of the time, he knew he’d enjoy living with you.

jungkook even charged you less than half of what he would ask anyone to pay for rent, which in itself was odd and unusual. his response? he didn’t need the money. confusing considering you were both in your early to mid twenties, navigating life. one would assume you were both inseparable, considering all of the preferential treatment, but alas, they couldn’t be more wrong.

you both spoke politely, exchanging niceties here and there, and even would go so far as to do things to make each other’s lives as easy as possible. you knew that he was quiet and enjoyed his silence, so you tried your hardest not to be too overbearing considering you were quite the opposite. you liked warmth, chatter and life - you wanted to feel it in every crevice of your routine, so your differences were clear and direct.

despite this, it was painfully obvious to everyone but you that jungkook was painfully in love with you, to the point where it felt like you were being purposefully obtuse. of course, you found him incredibly attractive, with a face so pretty and a body chiseled in every way, but you just assumed you weren’t his type.

tall, bulky boy who worked at the tattoo shop down the road with his friends. the guy who liked to eat the same thing for breakfast every morning, who spent more time at the apartment gym than elsewhere and that would knock on your door to say goodnight out of what you assumed was mere politeness. you, of course, were an idiot.

—

“i so did not do that.” yejin grumbled to her boyfriend, taehyung, as she sat perched on your couch with her legs swung over his lap. his fingers were brushing up and down her legs as he laughed, enamoured by her.

“you did! she got my order wrong and i thought you were going to leap over the counter and fight her.” you responded in your own fit of giggles. “honestly, i was prepared to just drink whatever she handed to me, but she was so assertive. it was so cool.”

yejin rolled her eyes, a little grin betraying her real feelings of amusement. “you don’t like lemon flavoured drinks.” you grinned back at her. “yeah but i would have drank it anyway to be polite.”

you were sat with your best friend and her boyfriend as they lounged with you, detailing a random thing that happened to you today. a forgotten sitcom sat playing on the tv as ambient lighting sat around your shared apartment, the three of you chatting away.

the door swung open with jungkook waddling in with bags in each hands, taehyung rushing over to help him. “about time you arrived.”

jungkook didn’t respond, mouth drawing into a line as the older boy reached for the beer and snacks he had brought, excitedly bringing them over to the table you were all sat around. you all cheered at the assortment he had brought, making him grin slightly.

“no way, how did you get these?” you all but squeaked as you pulled out your favourite swedish candy, knowing they only really sold them at the shop at the far side of town. “they never have these in stock when i go in.”

jungkook watched as you excitedly rummaged through, finding so many of your favourites, completely unaware that it was an act purposefully done. you didn’t need to know that he had ordered them weeks ago, even going so far as to pay the shopkeeper double to keep them in stock.

“got you these ones too.” he murmured quietly, pulling out the gummy bears you liked from his coat pocket and handing them to you, watching you practically squeal.

yejin watched him with an eager eye, grin so wide it practically rivalled the cheshire cat - all knowing, entirely cheeky. he had let her know about his affections for you on one drunken night and she was practically elated to hear it, knowing you harboured a massive crush on him despite also knowing you would never act on it out of uncertainty.

“my roommates the best, seriously.” you muffled through a mouth full of candy, finger wagging at him in appreciation. his cheeks dusted pink as he took a seat at the couch beside taehyung, getting a full view of you rummaging like a raccoon.

“finish the ones in your mouth before you choke.” yejin warned, laughing lightly as you stuffed your mouth. taehyung opened beers for you all. “okay, seriously, now we’re all here, what is the plan for saturday night? is it a gathering, is it a party?”

“bit of both, i guess.” her boyfriend responded. “namjoon invited all of our old university friends, so i guess it’ll be like a reunion for a lot of us. me and jungkook haven’t really kept in touch with anyone aside from the guys at the shop and hoseok.”

you’d all been invited to namjoon’s house, who co-owned the tattoo shop jungkook worked at. him, taehyung and 5 of his other friends were all university friends who still remained in close cahoots, often meeting up with both you and yejin invited too.

“ew, wonder if that weird guy that tried to get with you is gonna be there.” yejin grumbled to you, making you grimace. “probably, he’s like a rodent you can’t get rid of.” you huffed back.

jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “who?” he asked, voice inquisitive but clearly loaded.

yejin’s head turned slowly, grin forming widely as she made eye contact with him. you glanced up at him, letting her explain as you began eating more candy.

“oh, you remember changmin, right jungkookie? the computer scientist guy?” she all but cooed, clearly teasing him although it was lost on you. “he was obsessed with y/n, tried to get with her every chance he got but he could never get the message, she had to hide from him all the time.”

his eyes narrowed even further, flicking to you. you were nodding along, grimacing. “i told him to leave me alone but he never did. i guess it’s my fault for not telling joonie, he’ll probably be there and i’ll have to hide all night like it’s final year at uni again.”

“just stay with me.” jungkook grumbled, already feeling annoyed at the mere prospect of a man making you uncomfortable whilst he could be there to protect you.

your eyes flicked up at him, lips parting slightly. you hated when he did this, leaving you all breathless without even realising it. it made you feel things in multiple places, between your thighs especially.

yejin’s grin was comical, and taehyung was enjoying every second of this. “you promise? guys like that only respond to other men, so you need to make sure you really send him a message, okay jungkook? protect y/n, and all of that..”

jungkook wanted to deadpan at her obvious meddling, but wanted to further pass away at your genuine obliviousness.

“stay with me, y/n.” he reiterated, after giving the couple a dirty look when you weren’t looking. his eyes met yours and you nodded almost shyly.

you all spent the night laughing and chatting away before they decided to leave, simply going down two streets to their own shared apartment. you and jungkook both cleaned in silence, something he relished in whilst you sneakily stole glances at the tatted boy.

once you were both done, you retreated to your rooms, both facing each other with a mere metre separating them.

“goodnight, y/n.” he softly whispered to you, as he did every night, lingering near your door whilst he watched you walk in.

“nighty, night.” you responded in your usual chirp, grinning at him in a way that left him breathless. “sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

he gave you a small laugh despite hearing you say this every single night. his eyes roamed over your face for a moment, longing clear for anyone to see with the exception of yourself before turning to his own room.

you collapsed on your bed, heart thumping and head spinning. you weren’t above admitting you wondered what jungkook looked like when he slept in his bed, shoulders so wide and sleep shorts hung low on his waist.

the mere thought drove your brain in a haze and made your fingers linger at the waistband of your own panties, leaving you groaning into your pillow.

——

when people first met you, they would never assume you worked in a finance office. your bright, excitable personality felt like the complete opposite of the capitalistic, torturous environment you endured day in day out. you hated every single one of your colleagues, with the high majority being sexist men and the women there having no interest in being your friend - it was all in all a horrible place.

even now, you sat at your desk at a whopping five hours after your shift had ended because one of your colleagues had sneakily not done his portion of your shared project, and simply left it to you. you were literally the only person here, the cleaners downstairs doing their nightly job. so here you were, outwardly crying, tears streaming down your face as you typed, sniffling away.

you were incredibly sensitive, and situations like this were enough to drive you over the edge. you hated feeling taken advantage of, and it happened more times you were comfortable with. it wasn’t that you couldn’t stick up for yourself, but more so you were never given the opportunity to.

whilst you poured your heart out to your computer, jungkook sat on your shared couch nibbling his lip. it was extremely late, and you still weren’t home from work. you were notorious for being home on time, especially when it came to your job, considering you hated it so much.

he had even made your favourite. he was the cook of the house, always making you meals you’d find on tiktok, and you knew he was making the pie you loved so much. had even begged him that morning before you both left, though there was no reason for you to, he’d do anything you asked. it was all so entirely out of character.

“hey, what’s up?” taehyung asked as jungkook called.

“hey, are you with yejin?”

“yeah, she’s here.”

“can you ask her if she’s heard from y/n? she’s still not home and i’m stressing the fuck out.” jungkook confessed, running a hand through his hair.

yejin took the phone from her boyfriend. “she’s still not home from work? she text me a few hours ago saying she was staying late because her coworkers a dick and didn’t finish that project she was talking about.”

he sighed in relief. “okay, i’ll head down, just to make sure she’s all good.”

the two agreed, making sure he’d keep them updated before jungkook got up. he packed your dinner in your favourite, sanrio tupperware box that you’d paid a fortune for. he put it in a little bag before grabbing his coat, zipping it up and putting his beanie on before walking the short journey to your office.

15 minutes later, he had managed to flirt his way into your building, using certain choice words with the cleaners by the door who let him up to your floor. he emerged from the elevators, eyes falling to your sunken little body in the heart of the office immediately from the glow of your computer monitor.

the first thing he noticed was the way your eyes flickered up, gasping out loud at the sight of him. the second, was the mascara running down your face. it made his blood run cold to know you were here crying, something he tried to make sure you would never do - he knew you were sensitive, so he did everything in his power to accommodate it.

“jungkook?” you asked, hands shaking to wipe your under eyes although it was entirely futile. “what are you doing here? how did you even get up?”

he didn’t answer you immediately, simply walking towards you and holding up the bag of food. “made you chicken pie. couldn’t let it get cold at home, could i?”

your chest tightened before it began rising and falling again, lip jutting out in quivers. you couldn’t help the tears, they simply flowed so naturally.

“don’t cry.” he gently assured, putting the bag down whilst you sat in your seat, sniffling hard.

“i’m so mad jungkook! my colleague has had months to do this and now i’m sat here doing it because he forgot to do it and didn’t tell me, and we have to present it on monday and it needs to be sent over before midnight. and now i nearly missed out on chicken pie.”

your rambles were making his heart burst, you were so cute it drove him insane. “sounds like a prick. but don’t let him make you cry, hm? how about you eat, take a little break and then we can do the rest together. how’s that?”

you sniffled again; taking one of the napkins he brought to wipe your eyes. “okay.” you nodded, watching him open up your box. you nearly wailed at the sight of your favourite tupperware, knowing it was a conscious choice.

he placed it in front of you with gentle hands, scooting you closer to your desk so you could eat comfortably. he sat beside you, pulling someone else’s chair to you whilst he let you ramble over your colleague and dynamics whilst you ate, sniffling the entire time.

he poured you a drink of the oolong milk tea he brought with him, knowing it was your favourite. he pulled it up to your lips, to which you took a sip without even acknowledging the action for what it was, causing him to grin softly. you were so sweet, so cute - he had plans for your colleague, but that was for another day.

another hour and a half passed before you were finally done, the two of you walking besides one another until you finally reached your apartment. he immediately went to the kitchen to wash up your empty box, whilst you sighed loudly.

“have a shower and go to bed, hm?” he murmured quietly, sparing you a warm glance.

“okay. nighty night jungkook.” you nodded, longing to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug but you’d never really done that before.

he noticed your stare and unmoving feet, looking up to meet your gaze. “left some swedish candy in your snack drawer too.”

you were gone before he could even blink, squealing away in a new found excitement that had him laughing under his breath. fuck, he was so whipped.

——

jungkook wasn’t sure what he had expected attending namjoon’s party, but he wanted to bow down to the older man in thanks in hindsight.

he had finished work and headed home immediately, knowing you were probably already getting ready. sliding into his apartment, he could hear you shuffling around, so he quietly slipped into his shower, getting ready himself before heading out to the living room and waiting for you there.

“jungkook, are you home?” you called out from your room, making his head snap up. he headed to your door, murmuring a quiet “yep” in response.

you sighed in relief. “can you come in here? is this too casual?”

he did exactly that. his eyes weren’t quite sure where to look first, to the mount of clothes piling in each corner of your room, which was entirely unlike you and indicated that it was recent, or to the short outfit you had on, barely grazing your mid thigh as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

his throat ran dry, gaze raking up and down you hungrily, taking in each crevice you would offer. “jungkook?” you called again, snapping his attention to your face where you had a small pout on your face.

“what?” he asked, clearing his throat as heat dragged up his throat.

your own eyes were roaming over the expanse of his chest, his shoulders so wide in the black t-shirt that sat baggy on his figure. god, you wanted to do unholy things to him, wanted to know what noises he’d make. you snapped yourself out of it, realising that it was now you being awkwardly silent.

“um, do you think i look okay? not too casual?”

jungkook watched you bounce from foot to foot, an indicator of your uncertainty. “you look good.” he affirmed, unsure of what to say. you looked better than good, and it made a horrible feeling sink into his stomach knowing how many eyes would be on you tonight.

“i can’t look good. i need to look perfect.” you groaned, eyes shutting tight. “yejin texted me saying minho’s gonna be there and i haven’t seen him since everything went down, i need to make him choke.”

jungkook’s face visibly changed at the mention of your horrible ex. the man that had left you crying for weeks in your room, forcing jungkook to go into pure caregiver mode, taking care of you in hopes you would realise you were so much more than the subpar man.

“y/n, you look good. really, really good.” he assured whilst taking hesitant steps towards you. “he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you, or anyone for that matter.”

your eyes peered up at him whilst nervously chewing on your lip. “promise?”

“promise.” he nodded, eyes shamelessly running down your body once more, just to indulge. “but don’t waste your time on him tonight.”

“i won’t, i just haven’t seen him since the whole cheating thing and i..i don’t know, i just wanna look good.”

he wanted to scream. couldn’t you see? you were both moon and star, ground and sky and minho was just..well, minho. nothing remarkable, hardly handsome, a mouth that chattered too much and was used mostly to pit you down whatever chance he got.

he remembered how quiet you became at the end of your relationship with him. you’d just moved in, and it felt like your sunshine personality had taken a sudden shift, completely quiet and so upset all of the time. jungkook knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he all but begged yejin to make you see sense. of course, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to anyone until minho had then done the unforgivable.

“you’re staying with me tonight, remember?” jungkook gave you a small, comforting grin. “so don’t worry about anyone else. we’ll have fun whilst we avoid him and that changmin guy.”

through your response of giggles, jungkook felt his heart tighten. one day, you’d see - one day.

it wasn’t long after that that you were walking into namjoon’s house, much busier and livelier than you anticipated. you clung to the back of jungkook’s t-shirt in a bid not to lose him, but it was proving futile considering the busiest spot in the house was the entrance, finding it difficult to catch up with him.

he noticed, turning his head to look at you only to find you stuck between two groups of people, frowning as you tried to get them to notice. he didn’t think before walking over to you, taking a hold of both your hip and wrist, pulling you tight against his chest whilst giving the guys around you a dirty look.

you were too busy feeling every inch of jungkook’s chest, knowing this was the closest you had ever been to him. he smelled so good too, it took everything in you not to reach up and smell directly and moan, but even you realised that was probably a weird thing to do.

“thanks.” you loudly exclaimed over the pounding music, whilst he walked you over to your friends, hand still latched onto your wrist comfortably. he simply nodded in response, and you could see a slight pink hue on his cheeks that made you feel awfully giddy for some reason.

soon you were all in a little huddle, all 8 of them in front of you as you watched them drink to their hearts content. you were a little bit of a lightweight, but your desperate attempts to pace yourself in an environment like this was of course futile.

“this might be the worst playlist i’ve ever heard.” jin complained.

“i let one of the guys sort out music. i don’t even know what’s happening right now.” namjoon all but slurred, his arms around jungkook who laughed under his breath.

jin raised an eyebrow. “is he even coherent right now? how many drinks have you had?”

“speaking of drinks, need a top up?” yejin asked you; bumping your shoulder a little to which you nodded, arm slung around her shoulder. “let’s go!”

the two of you slipped away from the group; jungkook cheekily watching the way your hips swayed from behind with a quiet groan.

hoseok grinned, yoongi catching him in the act.

“one of these days, a guy is going to catch her interest and she’s going to give up on you because you couldn’t just tell her that you like her like a normal adult.” the older guy grumbled, whilst taking a sip of his concoction.

jungkook glared at him. “shut up.”

“what a pity.” hoseok teased, arm resting on yoongi’s shoulder. “so many guys staring at her already, you sure you want to play the game like this?”

“if she liked me, i’d know, okay? she’s not shy about her feelings.” he huffed.

“you’re right, which is why it’s so fucking painfully obvious to everyone else. god, you’re an idiot.” jimin laughed loudly, joining in on the teasing. “this weird, business casual relationship you guys have is going to go up in flames one day and you just need to make sure you’re in a good spot.”

“is this an intervention?” he huffed again; taking another sip of his drink whilst his eyes wandered to where you had disappeared to.

“this is us making sure you actually get the girl you want.” yoongi tapped his cheek gently whilst the others took turns giggling away.

—

“god, that tastes like shit.” you complained to yejin as you took a sip of whatever she just created in the kitchen, drinks lined up on the table with red solo cups waiting to be used. namjoon had planned for every type of drink and it was exciting.

she agreed, grimacing. “the nastier the taste, the quicker we get drunk.”

you smirked in response, the two of you chattering away. you turned to face the entrance of the kitchen, catching sight of no other than your horrible ex walking in alongside the girl he had cheated on you with, the two whispering things to each other, unaware you were in the corner just yet.

it felt hard to breathe, all of a sudden, yejin’s eyes widening at the sight before narrowing tightly. it was embarrassing to admit that you knew minho was never the one, he wasn’t even a momentary passing of time, but rather someone who was supposed to simply exist accessibly to you. you were okay with that arrangement, until he began being horrible. everything he would do was plainly mean, and it was clear he felt intimidated by how easily you made friends, and how naturally you integrated into groups, but you knew you didn’t deserve to be punished for it. you just couldn’t bring yourself to be alone, which in hindsight felt stupid.

when he cheated on you, you almost felt half relieved at the thought of being finally rid of such a horrible man. it was ruined, however, when you were reminded by the fact you had wasted so much time being berated by him, that you had lost a big chunk of your identity. when your flat flooded, he hadn’t bothered to help or offer any solution. in fact, he had the cheek to feel annoyed at you, as though it was somehow your fault your entire life had been tipped upside down, as though it was an act purposefully done for his attention. moving in with jungkook was made out to be the worst thing in the world, he even went so far as to use it as his justification for cheating, suggesting you had probably done it first.

“fuck, he’s so ugly.” yejin grumbled, taking a hold of your hip gently as a reminder she was beside you. your eyes flickered slightly, watching as he turned slightly, a look of shock forming on his features when he noticed you there.

you looked away immediately, focused on making your next drink, but minho was already walking towards you. yejin audibly groaned, his mere presence enough to annoy her as she stood with her arms crossed.

“what do you want?”

“what, i can’t say hello?” he asked, tilt of his head. forever an idiot.

you looked up, eyes flickering to the girl beside him. the complete, and entire opposite of you. it made that horrible, nasty creature crawl up your throat and take it hostage, unable to speak as you examined the differences between you both.

“the fuck do you want to say hello for? are you stupid?” yejin growled, stepping forward to him.

he rolled his eyes, as though her bite had no effect. “just being polite. you here alone, y/n?”

you hated the way he asked you, as though he was making fun of the way you were stood there simply watching.

“no.” you blurted, eyes narrowed. you knew you were lying, but you weren’t thinking rationally, you hadn’t seen or been with anyone since him, but a childish part of you refused to let him win.

the look of surprise on his face was notable, enough to cause a stir in your stomach. stupid, you wanted to wipe that smirk off even if it was the last thing you’d do.

“yeah? who you’d come with?” he asked, half curious and other half in annoyance.

minho liked toying with you. he liked making you want him, so the thought of someone stealing that away? it sickened him.

you opened your mouth to answer but were unsure of what to say. you gulped visibly, feeling uncomfortable. “jungkook.” yejin answered for you, scoffing. “an actual man, more than you ever were anyway.”

minho face entirely dropped.

the girl latched onto his arm peered up at his face inquisitively, looking you up and down a few times, almost wondering what had him so worked up.

“the fuck, you’re seeing jungkook?” he hissed, with narrowed eyes. “thought you said you were just friends.”

your cheeks were flushed pink, your fingers shaking. “yeah, well, you also said you’d never cheat so.”

“i don’t believe you.” he rudely interrupted, taking a step towards you. he looked genuinely angry.

yejin stepped forward too, shielding you from him. “yeah, and what’s it to you?”

he ignored her, eyes dangerously locked onto yours. “prove it to me.”

your mouth fell open slightly. “why should i prove it to you? you mean nothing to me.” you huffed back.

his face resumed its normal position, a look of genuine relief washing over him. it made you feel physically sick. “you should get better at lying, y/n, doesn’t quite suit you. always looked like a child whenever you did.” he spat before turning around, pulling his new girl alongside him as he left the kitchen.

yejin was saying something to you, but you could hardly hear her. his words, his voice, it rang in your head. you’d had enough of his taunting, his bullying, enough to last you a lifetime. your legs were moving before you could think, your brain unable to rationalise what you were about to do and the consequences of your actions.

you rudely bumped shoulders with minho as you left the kitchen, yejin confused but on your heels. his attention remained on you as you found your target. jungkook.

you walked over to him, half determined and half a tipsy haze, watching in real time as his eyes met yours, a slight tilt to his head as he examined your features. if only you had caught the way he visibly softened at your mere presence, watching you strive over to him with a determination he couldn’t quite place.

in moments you were in front of him, the other boys watching curiously on the side whilst minho’s eyes glared, almost challenging. your head reached jungkook’s chest, eyes almost pleading as your hands came to rest hesitantly on his stomach.

“please..just play along.” you whispered, to which he nodded instinctively, a curl of confusion to his eyebrows.

you reached up onto your tippy toes before pressing your lips to his.

jungkook was frozen.

you were kissing him. you, y/n. his roommate. the love of his fucking life. kissing. him. now. right now.

before he could really think or react, you had already pulled away with a deep red to your cheeks, mouth quivering slightly and hands shaking visibly. his eyes roamed your face before looking up, noticing minho’s confused glance on the other side of the room.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening, and though he was still half in a daze from the kiss, he ignored the pang in his chest and lurched forward. he grabbed you by the waist comfortably, tilting your chin and pressed his lips to yours again.

kissing jungkook was odd. it was unnerving how naturally your lips moved in unison, and it felt strange how the once incredibly loud party felt no more than a dulled buzz in yours ears. your blood felt like it was pumping harder than ever, your fingers clutching his t-shirt as though it was a lifeline. it scared you, how right this felt, how good.

you found yourself desperate to keep up, the two of you kissing passionately, hardly appropriate for the environment you were in. your lips moved in unison whilst jungkook pulled you in close, your chests touching each other tightly. you could feel every inch of him, could feel his heartbeat on his mouth and it was driving you insane.

by the time you were pulling away, the rise and fall of your chest was enough for jungkook to leave little pecks. over and over and over on your lips until he was fully satisfied, eyes glazed over at the mere sight of you.

minho was the last thing on either of your minds, and everyone around you felt like they were watching the grand finale of something big. even changmin, the boy who’s entire life mission was to get your attention, had watched the entire thing with an agape mouth whilst you both stared at each other, clouded in want and something so much deeper.

you were all but bullied out of your trance as you noticed minho leaving the party, clearly angry and agitated. you watched as he pushed his way through, a face of pure distaste adorned before he finally left.

before you could open your mouth and explain yourself, jimin reached over to you both and wrapped his arms around either of your shoulders.

“about time, that was hot as fuck.”

jungkook finally looked away from your face, gaze flickering to his friends who looked over at him excitedly. yejin, although excited, looked slightly solemn - she just hoped you realised what you had done.

you, stood, heart racing and hands shaking. you couldn’t believe what you just did, and frankly, how badly you wanted to do it again. you could feel your fingers absentmindedly reaching for jungkook, to which he of course noticed. the ever observant man brushed jimin off, who giggled his way back to his other friends whilst jungkook took a hold of one of your shaky hands, forcing you to look at him.

“let’s step out.” he gently said. not a commandment, but a plea - one you were happy to oblige by as you walked after him.

soon, you were in namjoon’s front garden, stood in the grass whilst the thumping of inside bellowed into the night sky. you nervously looked up at him, unsure of what to say.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered, shuffling from foot to foot. “i..he was so mean and..i don’t know, i wasn’t thinking and you were there and i just..i don’t even know.”

jungkook simply observed you, his face neutral. you wished in that moment you could be able to read his mind, get a sense of what he was thinking. you wanted him to speak. please, you wanted to beg.

a few minutes of silence passed before he finally did. “do you regret kissing me?” he asked. voice so gentle, so kind and warm. never accusatory.

your eyebrows furrowed. you felt many things in this very moment but regret had no part in any of it. the only thing you longed was to do it again, to reach out and have him kiss you longer, tongues clashing and lips connecting.

“no.” you whispered again, shaking your head. “absolutely not.”

“good.” he confirmed, stepping closer to you. “i have every intention of kissing you again y/n, would that be alright?”

you all but nodded, lips parted in shock and eyes wide. you looked comical but jungkook swore you were everything and more.

“but..you’re not mad?” you asked, eyes peering hopefully at him.

he pursed his lips. “i’m mad that minho is the reason we kissed, madder that he was my motivator. but no, i’d never be mad at you.” he assured, his head dropping to your forehead.

your heart was beating so fast, you felt so overwhelmed. was jungkook confessing to you? was this a clear indicator of how he felt, you hardly knew. it was as if he could read your thoughts, a small smile forming as he pulled away, after pressing a little kiss to your head.

“come on. let’s go back inside, still have to protect you from changmin remember?”

you couldn’t help the light laugh that left you, your shoulders easing. this was still jungkook. your jungkook, your roommate. the thought left you at ease as you both slipped back to the party, lips tingling with want.

—

you really had no idea that the kiss at the party would now have you in this position, sat on jungkook’s lap on your shared couch, hands in his hair, and his hands on your hips. your lips were moving in unison, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, tongues clashing and moving against one another.

you pulled away for air, chest rising and falling as he rested his head lazily against the couch. his eyes roamed over your face, and below, watching the way your legs were cocooned around him, your lips red and hair messy. he knew he probably looked the same.

neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. the party was over two days ago now, and yet every single chance you both got, you’d have your lips against one another, kissing, biting, pulling. it was intoxicating. the problem? neither of you were addressing the elephant in the room.

“jungkook.” you all but whined as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, enamoured by the way your tongue gently brushed it.

“hm?”

“everyone will be here soon, we need to clean up a little.” neither of you made an effort to move, his eyes trained on you, pushing your hips closer as a bid to hold you tighter.

“you’re right, we should.” he murmured, before sitting up again with you still on his lap. he leaned in for another kiss, lips clashing again as you both kissed one another.

you couldn’t help the breathy little moans that left you as he circled your tongue with his, to which he enjoyed very much. he loved the feeling of you so close to him, it felt right, something he had longed for much longer than he was openly willing to admit.

you pulled away again, with much difficulty as jungkook groaned, chasing your lips and planting pecks before you could stand up straight, giggling away. “stop, kookie, imagine they walk in any minute now.”

he grinned slightly. “can you blame me? lips are so pretty, can’t get enough.”

the flush on your cheeks represented the pang in your chest, nervously fiddling with the neckline of his t-shirt before he gently picked you up; placing you back on your feet as he stood. it always drove you insane how easily he was able to manhandle you, touching you with genuine ease as though it was nothing.

soon, the door knocked and your friends were piling in for your monthly movie night, yejin and yoongi in the kitchen with you preparing snacks whilst the other boys chattered loudly.

“so..are we going to address the elephant in the room?” yoongi’s asked, bumping your hip, whilst plating food.

you all but nearly started choking. “we haven’t addressed it, but i think..everything’s fine.” you shook your head, feeling warmth creep up every crevice of your body.

yejin grinned wide. “you know, you’re so much more obvious than you think.” you peered up at her through your lashes, fighting your own smile. “considering your lips look bruised, and you’re this giddy, you guys have definitely been kissing recently.”

yoongi gasped, hands putting the plate down and turning around to face you. the three of you looked at each other before squeaking, the two asking a million questions whilst you gushed about the situation.

“he does this thing with his tongue, god.” you whispered to them, the two hanging on to every word. “i genuinely have no idea why he’s single.”

yejin deadpanned at you, eyebrow raising. “y/n…are you being serious?”

you tilted your head a little in response.

“you know he’s crazy about you right? i feel like he makes it pretty obvious that he’s in love with you, but surely you know that now more than ever?”

your entire face changed, eyes widening and then eyebrows furrowing in confusion, looking at yoongi who nodded in confirmation. he loved you? love? you?

jungkook, tatted and tall, soft and sweet, hard and quiet. the boy who worked quietly at the tattoo shop, known for his incredible designs and how fucking attractive he was. he loved you? it felt strange, you assumed he was interested in you, considering the situation you were in now, but prior to the kiss, you could name on one hand how many long conversations you had ever had and you were roommates.

“but..” you began, in genuine confusion. “we’ve never…we barely even…?”

yoongi grinned. “i’ve known him since i was 13. he’s always been really quiet, just more of a doer as opposed to a talker, you know?” you nodded, carefully. “listen, we love you sweetheart but you genuinely might be the most oblivious girl in the world.” yejin added with a small laugh.

“when the whole minho thing happened, do you know how many times we had to stop him from fucking him up? he was genuinely ready to end his life for you, it was crazy.”

you felt like a curtain had been pulled from your very eyes, as though the truth that was sat patiently waiting for you was now being accessed.

“or when you moved in for the first time, you guys had spoken what, like 2 times personally at that point? do you really think a guy like jungkook would just offer anyone a place in an apartment like this?” yoongi deadpanned. “literally the only reason he even charges you that rent is so you don’t feel guilty, he knows how you are. pretty sure he just uses that money to buy you things for the apartment.”

“but..he never..he’s never said anything or done anything..” you whispered, heart beating fast. you hardly realised your hands were shaking so much.

“can you blame him?” she gave you a soft grin again. “i think he was happy to be in your presence in anyway he could have you, he’d never wanna make you feel like you have to reciprocate, especially given the fact you guys live together.”

the next few moments felt like a blur, the two walking out to leave the snacks on the table whilst you gave yourself a moment. once you were composed, you walked out only to spot the only free spot on the couch was now next to jungkook, who looked a little too smug.

your eyes connected as you walked over, carefully sitting down. the spot was a little tighter than you anticipated, forcing you against him. “comfortable?” he whispered down at you.

with this new found knowledge, every single one of his actions felt different to you. the way he was glancing down, or even the way his hands twitched, clearly desperate to touch you but unsure and anxious. you nodded up at him, eyes slightly glazed over, parted lips and fingers reaching for him.

jungkook couldn’t look away from you. you looked…different? had something happened in the kitchen? yejin and yoongi looked completely fine, the two fighting over the last piece of chocolate as everyone had already devoured the rest. he watched as one of your hands reached for his, gently bringing it to your own lap where your fingers brushed against his.

his heart was beating out of his chest despite the small action. light touches, thumb brushing over his skin, his eyebrows furrowed at the look of genuine yearning spread over your features, and it made him want to scream. beautiful, y/n. his y/n.

“you okay?” he whispered down at you once the film started, having shuffled so your body was turned towards him slightly, leaning in to rest on him.

you couldn’t focus on the film. not now you knew that every action he did represented so much more. instead, you peered up at him again with a small smile. “meet me in the kitchen in 5?”

he stared at you for a moment, lips parted before he gave you a slow nod. would it be so bad if he gave you a kiss here, now?

you got up, shuffling away without anyone noticing as the film had been one the group wanted to watch for a while now. jungkook was the most excited, but right now, it couldn’t have mattered less even if it tried. he obediently waited 5 minutes, to avoid suspicion before heading to the kitchen, taking a few plates with him to look busy.

the second he walked in, he closed the door behind him, watching as you twirled to face him. in two strides, he was over to you, hands on your hips and lips on your own.

your mouths weaved together, as he crouched to meet your height, your hands locked into the gentle wave of his hair. he was addicting, something you couldn’t get enough of now you’d had a taste.

“fuck, what are you doing to me.” he whispered as he pulled away, leaning in for another brief kiss to which you happily gave him.

“says you. i feel like you’re ruining me.” you teased making him laugh quietly, fingers tightening around your hips again.

he straightened up, looking down at you with a look you now knew could be nothing other than adoration. you wanted to pull your own hair for your self induced idiocy - looking up at him, it was clear as day. jungkook could sense a change in you, but couldn’t quite pin point it.

“we should go out there soon, we’ll never hear the end of it if we’re caught kissing during the film you’ve been begging to watch for the past three months.” you giggled.

he grinned. your laugh was his favourite sound. “one more kiss?”

—

over a month later, your routines remained strangely familiar. the two of you interacted much more than you usually did, spending time with one another, having conversations every chance you got. jungkook would find himself constantly pushing against what would usually make himself comfortable in a bid to engage with you. you, also, found yourself adapting to the silence he adored so much, often curling against him on the couch whilst you both simply enjoyed your shared presences.

the problem? despite this, nothing had changed and it was driving you insane. you would both spend morning till evening kissing, often times even getting quite steamy and touchy, but it would end there and the two of you would return to your bedrooms before the cycle began again in the morning.

you weren’t sure of what was happening, what you were, what you weren’t but it confused you beyond anything. you’d been told so openly by everyone around you that he was smitten, in love and what not - yet you had no inkling of that from him directly. it was difficult trying to understand the depths of jungkook’s feelings when he was so quiet, a trait you enjoyed thoroughly, but one that proved futile in his pursuit of you.

little did you know, jungkook felt similar. it was confusing to him whenever he tried to dissect what you might feel for him. he assumed he had been more then clear as despite you being the one to kiss him first, he continuously sought you out. he was the one to kiss you again, to affirm to you he wanted to proceed doing so, the one who would actively reach for you when you would both wake up. he wasn’t sure of what to do.

you were energetic and loud, often saying exactly what you thought with no care. it was his favourite thing about you, your sheer authenticity - it was both addicting and admirable. it also made him question your relationship; if you felt a certain way, he assumed you would simply say it. it was confusing, and frankly made him deeply disheartened - you were it for him, he just wished he could be the same for you.

this budding tension was driving both of you insane, a constant push and pull that neither of you could decipher. even now, you sat in his tattoo parlour amongst all of your other friends, jungkook and jin in their retrospective rooms doing their jobs.

it was irrational. completely fucking stupid and yet you couldn’t help it. knowing he was in a tight, enclosed space with another woman was something that usually would never agitate you, but you were already feeling annoyed.

tall, leggy and gothic - the gorgeous girl sat on jungkook’s chair was everything you imagined would look good beside him. they were visibly attractive, and looked like a solid pairing, forcing a deep insecurity to rear its head in your stomach. you couldn’t help but peer upwards every now and then, the visible glass pane of his room showcasing the two laughing and chatting, something that felt rare and particular when it came to jungkook.

the rest of you were sat in the reception area, as you always did whenever you all visited. you were all going out to get casual drinks at the local bar by your homes, but your mood soured immediately seeing the interaction being had in front of you.

yejin had noticed immediately, a frown on her face as she placed her hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with her fingers as a means to distract.

“you alright?” namjoon asked beside you, the entire group noticing how quiet you were being, a complete and entire 180 to your usual presence.

you peered up from your lap. “hm?”

jimin’s head tilted. “you’ve been quiet all afternoon, are you okay?”

“just not feeling too good, i guess.” you murmured, shrugging slightly. you opened your mouth to continue, only to be interrupted by aloud laughs coming from jungkook’s room, all of you looking over to see the two in a fit of giggles.

“yeah, i wouldn’t feel good either.” yejin grumbled, clearly agitated by the exact sight you were all watching. you looked away after a moment, unable to focus without feeling your heart pang.

you knew it was irrational, but insecurity was warping down your throat. he was supposed to like you, to love you even, and yet you were in the same position from last month. reduced to kisses and stolen touches, with no commitment and no mention of anything else. now you were watching no doubt jungkook’s type, leggy and tatted, make him laugh hysterically as though he wasn’t the most quiet person you knew.

after another 25 minutes of enduring horrible thoughts that were doing nothing other than ruining your mood, jungkook finished up with his client, saying bye to her as she got up to leave. it wasn’t long until he joined you all, waiting for jin to finish cleaning up his station.

“hi.” he grinned at you, sitting beside you on the couch as the others chatted away.

“hi.” you mumbled back, avoiding eye contact as your fingers fiddled with each other.

jungkook prided himself on his observation skills, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out something was upsetting you. his eyebrows furrowed immediately at your response, leaning into you as he urged your chin up so you’d look at him.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing.” you pushed his hand away.

his eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?”

“nothing, jungkook. i’m not in the mood right now.” you huffed, being quiet.

you knew you were being unreasonable, it made you feel sick watching the content on his face entirely drop to genuine confusion. he looked lost by your response.

“did..did i do something?” he asked hesitantly, making your heart pang.

embarrassment creeped up into every crevice of your being. you felt fucking humiliated feeling like this, especially when he was sat beside you with eyes so big, all but pleading. “no, kookie..just not feeling good, that’s all.” you assured, your voice cracking a little at the end.

he knew you were lying, but he genuinely didn’t know what to do. he frowned deeply, eyes flicking up to see jimin who observed you both. the older boy shook his head lightly, indicating a small “not now”. you needed space to figure out whatever was happening in your head instead of speaking in emotion, something you all knew would be something you’d regret deeply after.

it wasn’t long until jin joined you all; and you all made your way to the bar across the street. jungkook felt like a lost puppy as he watched you shuffle next to yejin and yoongi, confused as he pulled jimin to aside.

“did something happen? did i say something?” he asked him, in genuine confusion.

jimin ordered drinks for everyone before turning to face him, sat on a bar stool. “we all had to endure an hour of watching you and your client flirt and you’re asking me if something happened?”

“what the fuck? we weren’t flirting.” jungkook stood up immediately, face distorting.

“hm?” jimin peered. “maybe you weren’t, but i guess that doesn’t really matter when the optics say otherwise.”

“jimin, are you being serious?” the tatted boy looked genuinely distressed. “she was being nice, we were talking about y/n. i swear it wasn’t like that. fuck.” he ran his hands through his hair. “is that what y/n thinks? from what she saw?”

“listen, jungkook. we all know you’re opposites, and that’s fine, you guys mesh, but a month ago, you guys used to live in the same apartment and talk occasionally here and there, do you really think it feels good for y/n to watch you interact so easily with a girl she assumes is your type?” he deadpanned.

jungkook pulled at his hair, wanting no more than to rush over to you and explain. “but i love her, she knows i love her, i’d never want to make her feel like that.”

“does she know that?” he asked, paying for the drinks. “because again, a month’s gone past and nothings really changed. do you guys talk to each other about what you even are?”

his eyes shut closed tightly for a few moments before he opened them again. looking over at you sat beside your shared friends, smile not quite meeting your eyes, much quieter than you’d ever been. he felt sick.

“i assumed she didn’t want anything more, she’s always so open about how she feels and we’ve never really talked in depth about any of this so i..i don’t know, i guess i just thought if she didn’t want me in that way, i’d still take anything she wanted to give me.”

“god, you’re both so stupid.” jimin laughed suddenly, with a shake of his head. “how is it you’re both so different and yet the exact same?”

jungkook flushed. “what are you talking about?”

“jungkook, seriously. you do realise the only reason she hasn’t said anything is because you haven’t? you’re the one that’s in love with her, why wouldn’t you then make the next move you idiot?”

his eyebrows furrowed. “because she doesn’t love me.”

“do you genuinely believe that?”

“she would have said if she did. it’s y/n.”

“idiots.” the older man groaned. “i’ve given you enough of my free therapy. help me with these drinks, get some liquid courage in your system and go fix this because one of you has to step up.”

jungkook felt genuinely lost. he’d spent so long dealing with his feelings in silence, accepting that they were for him and him alone only to be given a part of you so suddenly - he was scared of losing it in a bid to get all of you. not that it mattered anyway, knowing you were upset was enough to practically debilitate him.

the two walked over to the table again, handing everyone their drinks. you peered up, only to see his eyes already on yours, forcing you to look away immediately, embarrassed to have been caught.

the night was spent pretty much spent like that, quiet glances, with neither of you addressing each other. not that jungkook didn’t want to, but every time he’d try, you’d suddenly engage in a conversation with someone else as though you could sense it coming.

you felt guilty, you knew you were being irrational but insecurity had a mind of its own and, frankly, you didn’t care if you were being ridiculous. your feelings had merit, you just had no idea how to bring it up. selfishly, it annoyed you to even have to.

soon enough, everyone was heading home, leaving you and jungkook in an uber in silence. you could feel his eyes on you the entire time as you looked out the window. it continued as you left, walking to your apartment, even as you stepped in and toed your shoes off. the cherry on top of the cake was watching you walk to your room without wishing him goodnight, something you had done without fail since you moved in.

his heart ached. had he truly upset you this much?

before he could think, his legs were forcing their way through your door, where you were preparing for a shower, getting your cute pyjamas and scented products out - the ones he loved so much.

“y/n, can we talk? please?”

“i’m gonna have a shower.” you murmured, peering up as though it was a viable excuse to hide your vulnerability.

he walked over to you, taking your clothes and gently placing them on the bed. “shower after we talk, this is important.

you mutely obliged, watching as he sat you down on the bed. instead of doing the same, he slotted between your legs, crouched on his knees so you were peering down at him. an act so passive and yet it changed the entire dynamic completely - he was putting you in charge, making sure you felt in power, a complete and entire vast difference to your other ex’s and situationships who thrived on making you feel small.

“i made you feel uncomfortable today, i realise that now and for that i’m sorry.” he began. “and i know that it’s so much bigger than that, and it’s not just about whatever was happening at the shop, but before we continue, i need to make that clear with you.”

you simply stared at him, cheeks flushed at the memory of him laughing so casually with his client. the feeling of jealousy was returning, making you feel sick.

“i have eyes only for you, y/n. fuck, you’re all i think about constantly, it’s always gonna be you.” he shook his head.

“but..” you began, voice already beginning to quiver. you stopped yourself, thinning your lips to a line as you desperately tried to keep your vulnerability at bay. “all we do is kiss. we have nice conversations and then that’s it. you were laughing so much with her and you guys were chatting the entire time, it looked so easy.” you admitted in a small voice.

his eyes shut for a moment, genuine despair across his features at the sound of you so small. “i’m so sorry for making you feel like this, y/n, over my own stupid cowardice.”

you peered up. “talking to you comes naturally, i don’t have to think, i can be entirely myself and i’ve never felt that with anyone else, i don’t feel like i have to perform for you, you make me feel seen.” he admitted, hands cupping your own. “this conversation is a long time coming and i feel stupid now i know we’ve clearly been on the same page without realising it.”

“what do you mean?”

jungkook watched you, your eyes were a little teary but you were holding your own. his heart ached again. “i want more, so much more than this.” he breathed, head dipping a little as he closed his eyes. “fuck, y/n, if it was up to me, i’d be yours, i’d do it all, the dates, the love, all of it. i didn’t want to pressure you into anything, especially with our living dynamic, i assumed you’d wanna take it slow but i’m an idiot.”

your eyes were so big, so hopeful as you both looked at one another, your chest heaving a little as your emotions began getting the better of you. you were the most sensitive person he knew and again, it was something he adored, but right now? he wanted to combust knowing he was the reason for it.

“i want that too.” you said through sniffles. “but then you didn’t say anything after and we just kept going, i figured that’s all you wanted but yejin and yoongi told me about your feelings and i don’t know, i know you feel something for me but it’s hard to believe it’s as strong as they’re saying when all i get are a few kisses and cuddles and then we don’t really talk about it.”

he nodded, gently running his thumb over your hands, urging you to go on. “and..i like you so much, always liked you kookie just didn’t think you’d like me like that since we’re so different, you know?” you sniffled. “cause i know you like your space and you like the quiet and i’m always around being loud and stuff so just didn’t think it would ever happen, but now that i have a little part of it i just..i want more and it’s scary.”

jungkook genuinely couldn’t breathe. his head was swarming with so many different things, so many ways he wanted to scream and explain to you that you were everything and more and yet he had no idea how to.

he gave you a moment before responding. “i struggle with expressing what i feel through words.” he whispered, tilting your chin so your eyes would meet again. “it’s something i’ve never really been able to do, but i’ll work on it. for you. never ever want you to be in doubt about my feelings for you, y/n, because i’m in love with you.”

you breathed out, tears spilling down your face rapidly.

“you’re everything to me. there has to be an irony to this considering the entire 3 and a half hour session with that client today was me just telling her about how i feel for you, all of the things i find cute or pretty, the way you refuse to cook a single thing, or when you use my shower instead and think i won’t notice even though you leave half of your stuff behind every time.” your little gasp was enough to bring a little grin to his face as he wiped your tears.

“it’s not fair that she gets to hear and see that, when it should be you. i’m rectifying that now, however you wanna proceed after that, i understand.”

“you are the love of my fucking life, you sweet girl. i swear, when taehyung told me him and yejin were together, i wanted to scream because i knew you’d get to be around so much more and i’d get glimpses of you. was happy just to be around you, fuck.” he breathed out. “and when you moved in, and you were still with that bastard minho, had to stop myself from going out and fucking him up every single night, only thing stopping me now is i don’t wanna scare you.”

“you’re it for me, you’re everything and more. i know you might not feel the same and that’s okay, i don’t need you to, i’m happy just knowing you and being around you, but i can’t have you thinking otherwise. i’m yours, entirely.”

you were all but sobbing at this point, clutching him tightly to you as you nodded throughout. multiple boyfriends and countless flings, all in which had tainted the idea of love entirely to you - you’d never known it to be anything other than painful and cruel. yet jungkook sat, crouched between your legs, ready to give you the world and more - was that not an indicator of how he felt alone?

“you’re so silly, kookie.” you shook your head whilst he wiped your face, coping. “want you, want all of you, like you so much it makes my head spin.” you were getting closer and closer, your bodies practically pinned against eachother. “of course i love you, fell in love with you ages ago just never properly realised it and i’m sorry for making you feel otherwise.”

he shook his head desperately, clutching the back of your hair. “no, no, don’t need to apologise. this is me, should’ve expressed this from day one, shouldn’t have heard it from anyone else but me directly.”

the two of you embraced, holding one another as you quietly cried. jungkook’s heart was broken and yet mended in y/n coloured ribbon, cured and kissed. you were his, his everything, and the fact you felt the same meant everything to him.

soon, you calmed down, whilst he pressed soft kisses to your hands as a bid to relax you. “does this mean..like we’re together?” you asked, always one to speak your mind freely without thought.

jungkook grinned into your hands, giddy and cheeky. “you’re my girlfriend.” he confirmed, kissing your knuckles over and over. “mine, all mine, swear i’ll give you the world.”

you sniffled, enjoying the attention he was giving you. it felt so good to finally know, and even better knowing it was exactly what you hoped for and more. it finally felt right.

—

“are we going to address this?” jin asked, currently stood in your kitchen with his hip popped and an apple half bitten into.

yoongi scratched his head. “this causes for a celebration, feel like i’ve been made an old man through the will they, won’t they.” he grumbled.

the two watched as you giggled together whilst chatting away on the couch, your legs sprawled on his lap whilst he curled into you, your fingers playing with his hair. they had come over to pick something up for the shop, though neither of you made any effort into getting up initially.

you eventually did, humming excitedly as you went to grab a drink from the fridge. “hi.” you eagerly greeted the boys, grin a little too wide.

they both blinked at you.

“don’t you think my boyfriend is so handsome?”

the two blinked again. it dawned on yoongi first.

“namjoon owes me 200.”

“what the fuck? he owes me 50, i didn’t realise we were doing high bids.” jin complained, huffing.

jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “you guys bet on us?”

“obviously. you’re easy money.” yoongi smirked, patting his shoulder before picking up the box they needed. “come on jin, let’s leave the love birds to it.”

jin continued to grumble the entire way, giving you a little hug before leaving you both in your shared silence, the door closing behind them. you both looked at one another before giggling a little.

“can we make out in your room now?” you asked, always a bundle of excitement.

“i still don’t understand why you say it like that.” he laughed as you led him there. “because, smells like you in your room so it means we kiss better, duh.”

he grinned again, happy to oblige in whatever his girlfriend wanted from him. he pulled you down onto the bed, hovering over you in a matter of seconds, not allowing you to get your bearings before he pressed his lips to yours.

it always got steamy whenever you were in here, though you hadn’t actually done anything yet. at most, you’d felt him through his shorts once, being rudely interrupted by a knock on the door from jimin meaning you couldn’t do anything. you’d never forget how he felt though.

your lips moved in unison, moans and whimpers leaving you as he caged you in. shoulders wide and biceps large, this felt like heaven and more. your hands were roaming through his hair, tugging causing him to grunt. your tongues explored whilst your hips moved upwards, desperate for anything he’d give you.

his lips soon trailed down your chin, and to your neck, sucking and biting almost instantly. your moans were driving him insane, so breathy he swore he wouldn’t last. he pulled away slightly, the sight of you on his bed, hair messily discarded over his pillows whilst your cheeks flushed red, lips swollen and eyes hazy. he wanted to fucking ruin you.

“you’re going to drive me insane.” he grumbled, hands at your side.

“hm?” you teased, legs wrapping around his waist. “but we just started…”

jungkook took that as confirmation that you were both on the same page, smirking a little before pressing his lips against yours once more. his hands travelled to the big tshirt you were wearing, hands pushing underneath as they travelled up to your bare breasts.

“no bra?” he groaned through the kiss, kneading and touching instantly.

you moaned into the kiss also, shaking your head slightly. “never wear a bra, kookie. thought you would have noticed by now.”

the cheeky remark was enough to make him want to scream. “i’ve noticed baby. tried to be good and respectful, be a good roommate but couldn’t stop looking, makes me feral.”

for someone so quiet, you were realising jungkook was a dirty talker and the thought made you pool between your legs. you liked that, a lot.

a moment passed and he was already pulling the tshirt off of you, leaving you in nothing else than your flimsy pyjama shorts.

“fuck, look at you.” he groaned loudly, head dipping before you could even respond. his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, biting and licking, whilst his fingers gripped either side of your hips harshly. you knew his fingers would leave bruises, but a sick part of you wanted that, wanting to be marked by jungkook in every possible way.

you were a moaning mess, though he was much worse. you’d never had anyone enjoy this as much as he was, growing and grunting against your skin, telling you all of the things he wanted to do to you in explicit detail.

he got up a little, lips releasing your boobs before dropping a small peck to your lips, hair wild from the way your hands were pulling at it. without notice, he pulled down your sleep shorts, leaving you in your cute cotton panties, a little bow at the front indicating you very much did not expect this to happen today.

jungkook grew harder at the sight, enjoying it very much. “you’re so cute.” he whispered under his breath, almost enamoured by you to which you found yourself blushing pink, hiding your face a little.

you watched him kneel between your legs making you flank your thighs immediately. “you don’t have to do that, kookie.”

he raised his eyebrow. “you don’t want me to?”

“just..i know most guys don’t like it so don’t worry.”

jungkook’s face was the response you got. half confused and half annoyed. he scoffed a little before grabbing your legs and harshly pulling you closer, making you gasp out loud. “i’ve wanted to eat you out since the day you moved in, y/n.”

your brain was scattered, unsure of how to even respond as you watched him move your panties to the side. the groan he let out was enough to make you throb, watching as he blew air gently on your clit. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen, fuck.”

you opened your mouth to say something but was cut short immediately as he latched his tongue around your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking up and down. the moans that escaped you were louder than ever, getting airier with each passing second.

jungkook was moaning too, as though your very taste was enough to drive him insane. his hands pulled you in closer, his nose bumping your clit as his tongue pushed inside of you, thrusting and sucking every inch of you he could get.

hands pulled at his hair as you moaned his name, legs shaking. “my pretty girlfriend, hm? can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.” he grunted, finger slowly inserting into you. “need you to sit on my face every day of my life.”

you felt so full from one of his fingers alone, so much thicker than any of yours. you’d used them so many times, thinking of him in the quiet of your room, completely unaware that he was in his own pumping his cock to your moans.

“feels so good.” you moaned out, making him let out a small breathy laugh against your clit before he resumed. “yeah? want more baby?”

you nodded, whimpering pathetically before he added another finger. you moaned loudly; hips lifting. “feels so big.”

he couldn’t help the smirk that formed. “gotta loosen you up baby, need you to take my cock.”

he was pumping fast, whilst he sucked at your clit, grunting hard whilst you both fell into a rhythm. he wasn’t being gentle by any means, rough licks and thrusts just how you liked them - he was meant for you.

it wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm approaching, and judging from the way your breathy moans were getting higher and louder, jungkook knew it too. “gonna cum for me baby?” he cooed, picking up his pace.

in a moment, you came. your hips lifted and your eyes widened before shutting tightly, moans caught in your throat whilst your legs shook. you felt like you were teleported elsewhere, never having cum from oral before.

by the time you were coming down from your high, jungkook was still practically making out with your clit, causing you to whimper and push him away. he parted reluctantly, sucking on his two fingers that were coated with you. the sight made you want to cum again, eyes hazy.

you got up at the same time as he did, reaching for his shorts as you crouched down. “baby, i love you, but i won’t last if you give me a blowjob.” he airily laughed, making a grin form on your face. it gave you an ego boost to know he was just as much on his knees for you as you were for him.

in response, you simply laid back down, lifting your legs as you took your panties off properly before chucking them somewhere in his room. you spread your legs; watching his eyes darken whilst he took in the sight in front of him.

he took off his shorts, his cock in clear view for you to see. hard, long and so very thick. it made you throb at the sight of it, knowing you’d never taken anyone as big as him. “kookie, you won’t fit.” you whimpered, fingers touching the tip in awe.

“i’ll make it fit.” he responded, leaning down to give you a little peck as he ran it down your pussy, his cock head collecting your slick. it caught onto your clit a few times, forcing little shudders to go through you that he enjoyed thoroughly.

before long, he began pushing in, the two of you moaning loudly in unison. this was everything he had dreamt of, and god knew, it was all he could ever think about. “you’re too big.” you huffed, nails digging into his shoulders.

his ego was being boosted beyond measure knowing he was only half way in, continuing to push in whilst he forced you to look at him. you closed your eyes for a moment; making him nudge your nose with his own so he’d be able to watch you again. this was euphoria at its finest, seeing you fall apart in realtime on his cock.

by the time he was fully inside, you were shaking, never having felt so full ever before and despite the painful stretch, the pleasure was unlike anything. you rolled your hips experimentally whilst he waited for you to adjust a little, causing you to moan out loudly.

“fuck, look at you baby. doing so good.” he groaned. your chest was falling up and down as you let out little breaths, leaving scars up and down his back. “so big, kookie, i can feel you here.” you whimpered as you took his hand, guiding it to your stomach where there sat a slight bulge.

“you like it, pretty girl? looks so good.”

you were going insane. once he started thrusting, you were an even bigger mess, with tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure - unlike anything you’d ever felt whilst the stretch still allowed for a burn. it hurt in all of the best ways, and you didn’t want him to be gentle.

“h-harder.” you begged, forcing him to groan as he happily obliged. the sounds of skin against skin filtered through the entire apartment and he knew your nosy neighbours would be more than annoyed at the sound of his bed banging against the wall so loudly.

he gripped your hips, pulling your legs around him. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about this.” you whimpered up at him. “always touch myself thinking about you kookie, feels so much better than i dreamt about.”

he audibly cursed, grunting loudly at your words as he picked up his pace, unable to be soft and gentle despite his earlier intentions. “yeah? use to be able to hear you, baby. could hear when you were rubbing your little clit in your room, use to drive me insane.” he swore again. “amount of times i wanted to break you over and over and over is insane, but didn’t wanna scare you.”

“wanted that so bad.” you whimpered back, shaking your head. “needed it.”

you clenched around him. “my pretty girlfriend, never gonna let you go. always gonna make you feel good.” he promised you, lips pressed against yours harshly. “wish you knew how deeply i love you, wanted you for years and now i have you. all mine.”

your back arched as you moaned loudly at his words, tears streaming from how overwhelmed you felt. “promise? don’t ever want you to leave.”

jungkook’s pace grew harder if that was even possible, pushing your legs, bending you in two.

“how do i prove it to you hm? gonna fucking put a ring on you finger one day, baby, you hear me? going to make you my pretty wife.”

his words cut through you like an electric shock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm rushed over you out of nowhere. jungkook swore loudly, feeling you grow impossibly tighter as he found himself bracing, feeling your hands pull at his hair, scratch his back and everything else.

he thrusted, keeping your high going for as long as possible, until you were shaking from overstimulation. jungkook moaned as he felt his own high approaching, clutching your thighs tightly. “cum inside me, kookie, wanna feel you.”

that was enough to drive him over the edge as he cursed, his eyes shutting tight as he orgasmed. he came for what felt like minutes, thrusting through his thigh. the two of you breathed deeply, lips hovering over one another as you shared a look.

he lowered your legs, running his hands over your thighs to soothe the ache whilst he remained inside of you, rubbing his nose over your own. “you were so good, baby. so so good.” he whispered, planting kisses over your eyelids, cheeks and chin.

you whimpered, already feeling achy from the rough session, and yet yearning for more. the intimacy was more than just sex, it felt like you both had finally reached a point where you became one, and you knew you were now addicted.

he slowly pulled out of you, a noise of protest leaving you at the feeling of being so empty. he let out a breathy laugh at your reaction, before swooping you up and taking you to his bathroom, carrying you bridal style. he placed you on the counter whilst he made sure the water was the heat you liked it at.

he turned around, your eyes trained on his making him grin a little. his heart was pounding out of his chest but he was desperate to make it appear as though he was calm despite this being everything he had ever wanted. “you okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your head.

“yeah.” you confirmed, matching his grin before you pulled him in. soon you were both under the water, a giggling mess as you joked and embraced, the two of you entirely inseparable.

once you were done, you both opted to head to your room. your bed was considerably smaller than his, but he loved it, loved making you sleep on his chest as opposed to next to him - he liked feeling every inch of you, it made you both feel closer.

“i love you.” you whispered to him quietly whilst you traced circles into his chest.

there was a moment of silence, forcing you to peer up only to find him staring down at you with a smile. you reciprocated, your gaze locked onto his.

“i love you so much more, y/n.” he promised.

you couldn’t help the little laugh. “yeah? even had you wanting to put a ring on me earlier.”

he laughed loudly, giving your ass a spank. “jeon y/n. sounds good.”

“good. i want that.” you teased. “and i want a big house and we can have a cute cat too. you have to build a really big fence, to prove you love me.”

“i’ll build you two, baby.”

you squeaked, planting a big kiss to his lips before snuggling into him again.

after years of uncertainty with men who had continuously taken advantage of you, this was the first time you genuinely felt seen. you were being loved in a way you didn’t think actually existed outside of books or film, but jungkook was adamant on making you believe it. to think, your quiet roommate who you found insanely attractive was the same man who was secretly in love with you was a concept unbelievable to you. but curled in his arms, you finally felt safe.

your wandering brain took place, your mouth moving before you could even stop or comprehend it.

“so, when are you proposing?”

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AYEEEE

yes yes yes

[girlygguk]

MEAN GIRLS ⋆ JJK

the one where a jealous sorority senior tries to set you up for failure during initiation, and jungkook's more than willing to let you use him to succeed

pairing: broody jock!jk x queen bee fem!reader

genre: university rich kids au, bff2l, pining fluff

content: uni edition of such an asshole but can be read as a standalone, 1.3k words, touchy-lovey best friends who are quietly in love w each other, because apparently i cant write anything else, bitchy baddie oc, stoic jk who livens for no one but her really, cursing, marijuana use, some sorority drama and a shotgun kiss owhh yeah, jk almost gets hard

author's note: ★

NOKIA BY DRAKE THRUMS through the fraternity’s main floor, soft red lights glinting off solo red cups and sweaty red student bodies. It’s the first week of uni, the first sorority-fraternity mixer of the year, and it’s packed to the fucking brim.

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in Seoul, chuckles softly before linking arms with you and strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way while taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls out with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”

Jungkook exhales smoke through his nose, eyes still locked on your retreating figure. “Way too fucking many, bro.”

[koosrealgf]

just know i will also be jerking it tonight

[girlygguk]

MEAN GIRLS ⋆ JJK

the one where a jealous sorority senior tries to set you up for failure during initiation, and jungkook's more than willing to let you use him to succeed

pairing: broody jock!jk x queen bee fem!reader

genre: university rich kids au, bff2l, pining fluff

content: uni edition of such an asshole but can be read as a standalone, 1.3k words, touchy-lovey best friends who are quietly in love w each other, because apparently i cant write anything else, bitchy baddie oc, stoic jk who livens for no one but her really, cursing, marijuana use, some sorority drama and a shotgun kiss owhh yeah, jk almost gets hard

author's note: ★

NOKIA BY DRAKE THRUMS through the fraternity’s main floor, soft red lights glinting off solo red cups and sweaty red student bodies. It’s the first week of uni, the first sorority-fraternity mixer of the year, and it’s packed to the fucking brim.

You stand amongst your best girlfriend, Jenny, and the other new pledges in a little clutter, with the elder sorority sisters opposite. Miyeon, head sorority bee, is smug in the centre with her two shadows, Shayla and Mia, bordering her on either side.

The initiation challenge is simple. Approach a random frat boy, flirt with him, and charm him in less than two minutes. Easy enough. Except maybe for the fact that Miyeon and her drones get to pick the boy.

Miyeon’s chocolatey brown, assessing eyes scan the crowd of testosterone, then light up with a cruel sort of amusement. She gives Shayla and Mia a mocking look before tilting her chin toward the couch in the corner. “That one.”

As you all take in the aloof, gorgeous male with dark ink slinking up the right sleeve of his faded tee, Jenny barely manages to smother a laugh. You nearly let out an amused hum yourself, drinking sight of your best friend lounging on the two-seater with Tae, a thick joint burning lazily between his fingers.

You tilt your head innocently, pointing at Taehyung. “Um… that one?”

Miyeon smirks, shaking her head. “Nope. Him.”

The girls beside her giggle in conditioned obedience as Miyeon relishes in the thought that she’s picked a dark brood who couldn’t be charmed. And, well, usually true considering your best friend is awfully picky about companions. But for you . . . certain exceptions are made.

You let out a faux elongated sigh, smoothing the hem of your tight, leopard skirt before floating across the room.

Jungkook notices you the second you start moving. He passes the joint back to Taehyung straight away, jaw tightening a frac as his gaze flicks past your shoulder to the gaggle of sorority girls watching.

Leaning back against the couch, his expression falls flat into a cold, bored drawl. Because he knows that’s exactly what the princess across the room – who’s looking like she’s praying you trip over your designer open toed heels – wants to see.

You stop in front of him, murmuring a quiet “hi...” before flicking a greeting look at Tae, whose warm smile is hidden from the girls’ view by your frame.

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, fighting a smile at your fake intimidation. “Hi.” A beat passes after his response, eyes flicking back across the room. “Mean girls picking on you?”

You pull a perfect little pout and nod in mock distress.

Jungkook huffs through his nose, stifling his amusement as he hopes (but not really) they soon realise they’re literally fucking with the mean girl. But, by the time they do, it’ll already be too late. So he plucks the joint from Taehyung’s outstretched hand, taking a slow drag as he waits.

“You alright?” Tae’s wide eyes blink up at you as he exhales smoke.

“Mhm.” You smile sweetly. “Initiation.”

He lets out an understanding sound, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back to watch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag over your face. “What do you have to do?”

“Flirt with you.” Your voice drips sugar as you lean closer. “They picked you because you look the most untouchable and unapproachable, J. I almost thanked them on your behalf.”

Your best friend sniffs to conceal the twitch of his lips, thumb swiping across his lower one as he stares up at you.

Jungkook watches in real time as your faux-hesitant expression drops, and yet he doesn’t think he could quite explain it if asked. You perk up, pluck the joint from his fingers, spin on your heel, and drop straight into his lap. His hands move automatically – one smoothing down your thigh to tug your skirt into place so no one else can see up it, the other steadying your waist. Neither move once you’re settled, the warmth of his big hand seeping right into your skin.

Your eyes lift to lock on Miyeon’s across the room, lips curling into a soft, wicked smile. Keeping eye contact with the fuming sorority head, you murmur gently to your best friend, “do you trust me, JJ?”

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he glances at Miyeon, then back at you, the only girl who’s ever managed to disarm him. “More than anyone.”

Your Tiffany-ringed hand brushes his jaw to tilt his face up. Jungkook takes in the glint of devilry in your eyes. If he were a lesser man, that would’ve been enough to puff his cock up hard in his jeans. On second thought, he’s about to admit a pathetic defeat, but the questioning, waiting tilt of your gaze registers. His eyes drop to your glossy lips around the drag of the jay you’ve just taken, and he understands what you want. And what he wouldn’t give you . . . a list quite short.

When his gaze drags back from your mouth to your eyes, he gives a nod imperceptible. And it’s less than a millisecond later that your lips press to his, parting as you exhale the smoke right into him.

The world falls away as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair to tug you closer, deepening the kiss a few filthy seconds longer than necessary. He always has been a greedy boy.

He swallows the smoke, then he swallows you. And for a filthier, suspended second, the same thought flickers in both your minds – wondering if the other can hear the stutter that just wracked your chests.

When you finally pull apart, you wipe the smudge of gloss from your lip with a soft smile, and Jungkook licks his own, tasting every last bit of your remnants before schooling his expression.

“Love you, J,” you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before sliding off his lap. You give Tae the same on your way out, slipping the joint back into your best friend’s long fingers.

The sorority girls stand frozen with mouths wide open – all except Jenny who’s biting her lip, equal parts amused and fucking elated. She cannot wait to drag every detail out of you later about finally kissing the only boy you’ve ever truly been obsessed with, even if the circumstances were slightly unorthodox.

Miyeon’s face burns red as she all but vibrates with annoyance, her attempt to humiliate you a miserable flop. You only tilt your head innocently again. “Did I pass, Miyeon-unnie?”

Her jaw clenches at the sweet emphasis you press on “unnie,” and your inner devil purrs in delight. You clocked Park Miyeon’s envy the second you met during pre-pledge interviews.

You’re well acquainted with people like her, trained enough to notice the bait. You’re gorgeous, wealthy, smart. You were head cheerleader at a prestigious high school filled with some of South Korea’s biggest nepo babies, for christ’s sake. You’ve been hated and envied, always by people you held no regard for. Miyeon is no different – same story, just an alternate setting. And you don’t mind. You like watching jealousy eat them alive when they realise that to you… they really aren’t much.

The fiery, flush faced girl spins on her heel, her shadows scrambling behind with weary expressions while the rest of the pledges blink at you with open admiration before following. Jenny, youngest daughter of one of the richest old-money families in South Korea, chuckles softly before linking arms with you, strolling after the group.

Jungkook watches your ass in that diabolical little skirt the whole way before taking a long, mindless drag in a futile attempt to burn away the taste of your mouth.

“So,” Taehyung drawls with a dirty, knowing smirk, well aware of Jungkook’s quiet love for you since your first year of high school. “How many times you gonna jack off to that kiss tonight?”

Jungkook exhales smoke through his nose, eyes still locked on your retreating figure. “Way too fucking many, bro.”

[koosrealgf]

[koosrealgf]

[koosrealgf]

IM SO HAPPY

[koosrealgf]

my man my man my man

[jung-koook]

he's so fine!!!!

[koosrealgf]

husband

[koosrealgf]

OH MY LOVES

how i missed them