♡ Please Note: These headcanons are fictional works inspired by public personas and are written purely for entertainment. ♡
Boyfriend!Namjoon
Namjoon is the type to have asked you to be his girlfriend at his favorite lookout spot in the park. He had been deliberating over it for a while, overthinking whether he should confess his feelings or not. He had stated not that long ago that he didn't think he'd get married or have children in this lifetime. But that was before he had ever met you. Now that he'd had time to meet you and get to know you, he was more sure than ever that he wanted you as a more permanent fixture in his life. Once you got to the park lookout, you both sat down, takeout iced Americanos in hand, as you people-watched. He'd hold onto your hand tightly, giving it a gentle squeeze as you made eye contact. His dark brown eyes pierced through yours as he asked you to be his girlfriend. You could tell he was nervous because his thumb continuously rubbed back and forth against the side of your hand while he held it. You said yes, and he pulled you in for a sweet, short kiss.
As your boyfriend, he is caring and thoughtful. He continually asks you how you are, how work is going, if you're tired, if you've eaten, and how you're doing overall. He never fails to return a call or text from you unless he's on tour, and even then, he gets back to you as soon as he's available. Whenever you both aren't apart, he takes you to some of his favorite restaurants, museums, and scenic spots. One of his favorite places to take you is a small business that sells music boxes. For your anniversary, he buys you a music box that plays your favorite song. He also loves taking you to bookstores. The two of you spend hours reading individually, and whenever you begin to grow tired, he happily explains the book he's reading to you. You look over at him in admiration every time.
Boyfriend!Jin
Jin is the type to have asked you to be his girlfriend after a hangout with a couple of mutual friends- Taehyung and Jungkook. They teased him as he shooed them off to their places, insisting on following the two of you during your walk back to your place as Jin walked you home. Eventually, they both left, leaving you and Jin to continue the rest of the walk in comfortable silence. He seemed very calm, both hands stuffed into his coat pockets as your hand hung close by. He'd glance over at it every so often before continuing the conversation as you finally arrived in front of your place. He tugged gently at your jacket and looked down at you, his eyes bright beneath the outside lights. He confessed his feelings, watching your reaction as your expression shifted from brief confusion to a warm smile. A short silence followed as he tried to fill it with a joke, brushing off his confession in case you said no. Instead, you reached for his hand, pulling it from his coat pocket before confessing your feelings back. He pulled you into a warm embrace as you shut your eyes, trying to capture the moment in your memory.
As your boyfriend, Jin is lovable and extremely goofy, even more than he is with the members. He loves affection and is constantly showering you with it, giving you as many hugs and kisses as he can. When he's on tour, you can tell he's having the time of his life, but the constant emptiness of not being near you still hurts his heart. When he's finally reunited with you, you make sure to have a big meal waiting for him as the two of you catch up. The conversation carries on well into the night as he tells you stories about his adventures on tour, eventually catching the sunrise together while he cozies up beside you and the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.
Boyfriend!Yoongi (Suga)
Yoongi is the type to ask you to be his girlfriend in a very private setting, so he decides to invite you to the studio to help work on some music he's been workshopping. It was late into the evening, so you both decided to cook instant noodles in the tiny kitchen area just outside the studio before eating together inside as he continued playing his beats for you. He kept looking over at you, watching your reactions to see how much you liked them. He smiled to himself, watching you with an intensity that made you nervous—but a good kind of nervous. You gave him your honest thoughts, and as he wrote them down, he suddenly paused and looked over at you. He confessed that you were one of the very few people whose opinion he truly trusted when it came to his music. Your heart fluttered. He walked over and sat beside you on the couch, gently taking your hand into his. As you looked back at him, you admitted you'd always felt the same way about him. He quietly asked if you would be his girlfriend. You leaned in first, sharing a deep kiss as he cupped your face in his hands.
As your boyfriend, he is very reserved in public, only taking your hand to protectively move you out of harm's way. At home, however, he absolutely loves hugging and kissing you whenever he gets the chance. He even picks up a new hobby of learning coffee art because of how much you love coffee. He loves going out with you to small cafés, taking short walks around the neighborhood, and really, going anywhere that lets the two of you enjoy each other's comfortable silence.
Boyfriend!Hoseok (J-Hope)
Hoseok is the type to ask you to be his girlfriend in the most romantic way he could think of. He took you to a rooftop bar, decorated with city lights illuminating the entire scene. You could tell he was nervous as he looked over at the crowd of people conversing while the two of you drank and danced together in the sea of people. His heart beat so fast as he watched you smile, seeing how much fun you were having with him. When he finally pulled you away to a quieter part of the rooftop to confess his feelings, you excitedly embraced him before pulling him into a kiss. The two of you melted into each other, and as you slowly pulled away, he wrapped his arms around you once more, gently rocking you back and forth while you held onto each other in the loudness of the rooftop bar.
As your boyfriend, Hoseok is very affectionate and warm. Everything you do gives him cuteness aggression, constantly pulling you into playful hugs while muttering to himself about how cute you are. There are rarely any lazy days with him. While you both enjoy quiet downtime every now and then, most of the time he's always pulling you along to do something together. He loves taking you with him to the dance studio, whether it's to watch him practice his routines or to teach you a few moves yourself. He tries not to slip into teacher mode, knowing you aren't a professional dancer, but he still loves showing you how to do things the right way. He also loves supporting your work, learning as much as you'll let him about your career and the things you're passionate about.
Boyfriend!Jimin
Jimin is the type to ask you to be his girlfriend at the beachfront during sunset. As a romantic, he felt it was the perfect place to ask you to be his girlfriend. As the two of you walked along the sand, your hands brushed against each other, almost magnetized into holding one another. He looked flushed as you both neared the pier, the lighthouse beginning to cast its bellowing yellow light for the nearby boats. He stopped, gently grabbing your hand before you could walk any farther. You looked back at him as he held your gaze, confessing his love and asking you to be his girlfriend. His eyes watered as you nodded, and he pulled you into a deep kiss, his rosy lips pressing softly against yours.
As your boyfriend, Jimin is very flirty, especially in public. He isn't subtle when he wants to be affectionate with you. It's the little things, like holding onto your waist, peppering your face with kisses while you're out together, or constantly pulling you into hugs. During every interaction, you catch people looking at the two of you, but it doesn't bother him one bit. If anything, he loves showing the world that you're his. Jimin is also never afraid to be emotional with you. He loves watching your favorite movies while cuddled up beside you, crying right along with you during the sad parts. Aside from his ultra-romantic side, he's attentive to your every need. You need something from the bedroom but you're too comfortable to get up? He'll grab it for you. You're craving something? He'll go out and pick it up, or make it for you before you even have to ask. He cares for your every want and need simply because he loves you.
Boyfriend!Taehyung (V)
Taehyung is the type to ask you to be his girlfriend during a weekend trip the two of you decided to take together as "friends." You both happened to have a free weekend from your busy lives, so he invited you to Tongyeong, the "Naples of Korea," to visit the beautiful coast and relax. The two of you spent the weekend exploring Hallyeohaesang National Park and eating at some of the best seafood spots. On the last day, he invited you on a hike. As you walked along the mountainside, you were both in awe of the beautiful landscape surrounding you. The breeze brushed gently against you as you made your way to the first scenic overlook along the coast. The two of you sat down for a moment, quietly people-watching while taking a break from the hike. His hand slowly inched closer to yours as it rested on the rock beside you. He tried to hide what he was doing, but you simply reached over, took his hand into yours, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked up at you, a twinkle in his eyes, before smiling brightly. Leaning in closer, he softly confessed his feelings to you. He pulled back just enough to watch your expression shift into one of excitement and contentment as you quietly said yes. The two of you embraced each other as the sun set over the beautiful city of Tongyeong.
As your boyfriend, Taehyung is very playful and enjoys including you in many of his activities. He takes pictures of you from every angle, making sure you always have the best photos to post on social media. You share his love for art and music, spending hours together browsing music shops, admiring vintage music books, and buying sheet music to play together on the piano. He also loves being a kid again with you. One of your favorite memories together is spending a late night at a neighborhood playground- you, swinging, while he climbed across the monkey bars. His face was flushed from being half-drunk after a night out with friends, and the laughter that filled the playground was enough to make your cheeks hurt. Every time you think back on that night, you can't help but smile at the childlike joy the two of you always seem to bring out in each other.
Boyfriend!Jungkook
Jungkook is the type to ask you to be his girlfriend after planning a well-thought-out date at his apartment to game together. Except, you had no expectations of it being a date at all. In fact, you thought he was simply inviting you over to game for the night. When you arrived, he surprised you with your favorite meal that he'd made himself. As the two of you ate, he'd subtly brush his hand against yours or "accidentally" reach for the same side dishes as you. You laughed it off, assuming Jungkook was just being clumsy. As the two of you settled in for the night to game, you couldn't help but notice him glancing over at you every so often. The more you caught him looking your way, the more suspicious you became. Instead, you brushed it off by competitively shoving him whenever he'd get close to winning, getting him all riled up as you laughed, assuming he was simply trying to distract you. Suddenly, he paused the game. He looked over at you before asking if you would be his girlfriend. You froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You had always had feelings for Jungkook, but you never imagined he felt the same way. As the silence lingered, he grew embarrassed and began taking back what he'd just said. Before he could finish, you silenced him with a kiss. His arms immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.
As your boyfriend, Jungkook, of course, loves showing you off. Any chance he gets, he finds a way to bring you up in conversation. He's also very physically affectionate, always pulling you into his arms, hugging you from behind, or giving you little kisses on your cheek. He loves spending evenings with you, staying up late talking for hours while the two of you sit together on the couch. He'll hold your hand lovingly, gazing into your eyes with the bright smile you know so well. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little jealous sometimes. After all, he's one of the most beloved idols in the world. Secretly, though, he's just as jealous as you are. He notices the lingering looks other men give you while you're out together, the compliments you receive on social media, and the endless comments about your beauty. Still, the two of you always come back to the same conclusion. You know you only want him. And he knows he only wants you.
Synopsis : The daughter of a powerful politician lives a reckless, untouchable life until a steamy hook up with a man turns it into something she never imagined.
He is the mafia everyone fears, and she is the chaos he cannot control...or forget.Bound by a past only he remembers, his obsession with her turns into a dangerous game of pursuit. But she isn't just a target—she's a storm, a little unhinged, and the only one who might ruin him first.
The early morning sun peeked softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. The house was dead silent, wrapped in that quiet serenity that only exists before the rest of the world wakes up.
Jimin was already awake.
Lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand, he was watching you. His eyes traced the soft features of your sleeping face, sliding down to the large, prominent swell beneath the duvet. Eight months pregnant, and you were glowing.
A tiny, uncomfortable line formed between your brows. You let out a quiet, breathless grunt, trying to roll over to shift your weight, but the heavy bump made it nearly impossible. Your hand blindly reached for the pillow behind you, struggling to find a comfortable angle.
Before you could fully wake up in frustration, Jimin moved.
With practiced gentleness, he slid his hand beneath your side, carefully helping you turn over onto your left side. He nudged a soft pillow behind your back to support you, then began to gently rub the small of your aching back. His warm thumb worked in slow, rhythmic circles against the tight muscle, soothing the tension away.
Your eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. The moment you saw his smiling face close to yours, a soft pout formed on your lips.
"Were you watching me sleep again?" you muttered, your voice thick and raspy with sleep.
Jimin's grin widened, a faint spark of mischief in his eye. "You drool."
"Park Jimin!" You gasped, swatting weakly at his chest, though a tiny smile betrayed you.
He laughed softly, a low, rich sound that vibrated in his chest and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Good morning to you too, gorgeous."
He didn't let you struggle out of bed on your own. Sitting up, he gently helped you sit on the edge of the mattress, taking your time so you wouldn't get dizzy.
He reached for the hair tie on the nightstand, gathering your messy morning hair and skillfully tying it into a loose, soft bun so it wouldn't bother you.
When you swung your feet over the side, he was already kneeling on the floor, holding your slippers ready. He carefully guided your swollen feet into them, his thumb stroking your ankle softly before he stood up.
"Okay, up we go," he said, extending his hands.
"I can walk down the stairs, Jimin," you protested softly, though you took his hands anyway.
"Doctor's orders," he countered smoothly, not giving you a chance to argue. In one fluid, careful motion, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you securely against his chest.
"Jimin! Put me down, I'm heavy!"
"You're carrying my baby, you're not heavy," he hummed, unbothered as he carried you effortlessly down the stairs, making sure every step was steady.
Once he safely set you down on your feet in the living room, he immediately dropped back down to his knees in front of you. He leaned his forehead against your round belly, closing his eyes for a moment just to feel the quiet warmth radiating from it. He placed a soft, lingering kiss right over the middle of your bump.
"Good morning, little prince," he murmured against your shirt.
You rolled your eyes, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. "It's a girl."
Jimin looked up, shaking his head with absolute conviction. "No way! The female domination in this house is killing me. I need a boy for emotional support from my wife and little devil."
You glared at him playfully, giving his shoulder a sharp slap. "Jerk."
Jimin raised a brow, a slow, teasing smirk spreading across his face. In a flash, he stood up and stepped into your space, gently trapping you between his arms against the back of the sofa. The playful air shifted instantly as his gaze darkened, his eyes dropping to your lips before locking back onto yours with an intense, burning warmth.
"Jerk?" he murmured, leaning down so close his breath fanned across your skin. He pouted his lips exaggeratedly, though his eyes were dark with affection. "You shouldn't call your husband a jerk."
Your eyes went wide at the sudden proximity, your heart doing a foolish little flutter despite the months of marriage.
"Jimin!" you burst out, breaking into a loud, genuine laugh as you rested your hands on his chest. "It's me who is pregnant! Why are you getting the mood swings!"
Jimin let out a bright, melodic laugh, the tension melting away as he pulled you into a tight, careful hug, resting his chin on top of your head, completely content in the quiet warmth of the morning.
Before Jimin could answer, the fast, pitter-patter sound of little footsteps echoed down the hallway.
"Daddy! Mommy!"
Six-year-old Min-jee came rounding the corner at full speed, her little pigtails bouncing with every step. She stopped right in front of the two of you, hands on her tiny hips, sporting a look of pure, unadulterated judgment that was a mirror image of your own.
"Are you two being dramatic again?" she asked, her sassy little voice sounding way too mature for her age. "Mommy is nine months big now. We don't have time for Daddy's silly mood swings!"
Jimin gasped softly, clutching his chest in dramatic betrayal. "Excuse me? Min-jee, I am your father."
"And I'm the big sister!" she declared proudly, puffing out her chest.
She completely ignored Jimin after that, sidestepping him to focus on her main priority, your belly. Her little face softened instantly as she knelt down on the carpet right beside your knees.
"Good morning, baby," Min-jee whispered, placing both of her small hands gently against the stretched fabric of your shirt. She leaned her forehead against your bump, right where Jimin had been resting just moments before. "Don't kick Mommy today, okay? Daddy says Mommy gets ouchies when you kick too hard."
As if responding to her voice, a sudden, prominent nudge pushed against your stomach from the inside.
"Ooh! She heard me!" Min-jee giggled, pressing a sweet, wet kiss right onto the spot where the baby had kicked.
You smiled softly, leaning back against the couch cushions, completely melted by the sight. "I think she really likes her big sister."
"Of course she does. I'm the favorite," Min-jee said matter-of-factly, standing up to dig into the pocket of her tiny denim overalls.
With great care, she pulled out two tiny, microscopic knitted booties, bright pink with yellow ducks and held them up like rare treasure.
"Look, Mommy! I found these in my dollhouse. I was keeping them safe," she explained, carefully resting the tiny socks on top of your bump. "She needs them so her toes don't get cold when she gets here tomorrow."
"Sweetheart, the baby isn't coming tomorrow," Jimin chuckled, crouching down beside his daughter and wrapping an arm around her small shoulders. "It could be a few more days."
Min-jee rolled her eyes dramatically, looking at you as if to say, can you believe him?
"Well, I told the baby to come tomorrow, so she's going to listen to me," Min-jee insisted.
Then, remembering something important, she reached into her other pocket and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie-half-eaten, with clear little teeth marks on one side.
"Here, baby," Min-jee said softly, holding the remaining half of the cookie right against your belly button. "I saved the best half for you because big sisters share. Eat it through the belly button so you grow big and strong."
Jimin bit his lip hard, trying and failing to suppress a snort of laughter. He covered his face with his hand, his shoulders shaking silently.
"Min-jee, baby," you smoothed down her hair with a fond, breathless laugh, "the baby can't eat the cookie through my belly button."
Min-jee blinked, looking back and forth between you, the cookie, and your bump with utter disappointment.
"Well... that's silly," she huffed, popping the rest of the cookie into her own mouth and chewing happily. "More for me then!"
Jimin laughed out loud, leaning over to kiss Min-jee's chocolate-smudged cheek before looking up at you with eyes full of warmth and soft affection. He reached out, wrapping one arm around Min-jee and placing his free hand over yours on top of the bump.
"See?" Jimin teased softly, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Sassy just like her mom. I really am outnumbered."
"And don't you forget it," Min-jee chirped, snuggling closer into the three-way hug, her little hand resting proudly over the baby.
The door opened, revealing the family's broad-shouldered security guard, ready to escort Min-jee to her school. Standing at well over six feet with a sharp suit and a stoic expression, he looked like he could stop a truck with his bare hands.
Yet, as Min-jee strutted up to him, backpack slung over one shoulder, the poor man visibly straightened up, looking slightly nervous.
Min-jee put her hands on her little hips and gave him a sharp, scrutinizing look from head to toe. "Did you bring my favorite juice box today? Because yesterday you forgot, and I had to drink water like a peasant."
The guard cleared his throat, adjusting his tie nervously. "Y-yes, Miss Min-jee. I have it right here in the car."
"Good boy," she nodded approvingly, taking his offered hand as if she were royalty granting an audience.
You stood by the couch, resting a heavy hand on your nine-month bump, watching the exchange with wide eyes. "Min-jee! Be nice to him! You do not speak to adults like that, missy. Behavior check, right now!"
Min-jee paused at the doorway, turning back with a dramatic, heavy sigh. "Mommy, I am setting boundaries. It's important for my development."
Before you could even process the sheer audacity coming out of a six-year-old's mouth, Jimin stepped right up beside his daughter. He adjusted his stance, copying Min-jee's posture, and crossed his arms with matching smug energy.
"She's right, babe," Jimin said, nodding with absolute seriousness. "A leader must establish authority early. She's just displaying strong management skills."
"Jimin!" you gasped, clutching your chest in genuine disbelief. "Are you taking her side?! She just intimidated a grown security guard!"
"Hey, team Park stays united," Jimin declared, wrapping his arm around Min-jee's shoulders as the two of them gave you the exact same cocky, crooked grin.
"Traitor," you pointed a finger at Jimin, your lower lip poking out into a hurt pout. "I am carrying your second child, suffering through back pain and swollen ankles, and you side with this little menace?"
Jimin's mischievous expression immediately melted at your pout. Seeing your dramatic sense of betrayal, he quickly leaned down to whisper in Min-jee's ear, "Okay, code red, Mommy's cute pout is out. Time to retreat."
Min-jee nodded in agreement. She blew you a big, sweet kiss from the door. "Love you, Mommy! Don't let the baby come without me!"
"Have a good day at school, little boss," Jimin called out as the guard practically scurried out the door to hold the car open for her.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Jimin turned back to you, raising his hands in surrender as he trotted over to the couch. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! You know I'm completely at your mercy, right?"
"I feel so betrayed," you grumbled, though a tiny smile fought to break through as Jimin dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your lap.
"Forgive me, baby" he mumbled against your stomach, making the baby kick right against his cheek. "See? Even the baby says I'm forgiven."
Jimin stood up from his knees, smoothing down his shirt with a soft, secretive smile playing on his lips. He cupped your face in his warm hands, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheekbones as his eyes locked onto yours with undivided warmth.
"Listen to me," he murmured softly, his voice dropping into that deep, comforting tone reserved only for you. "Tonight, after Min-jee goes to sleep, it's just you and me. I'm setting up a quiet date night right here in the house. Dim lights, your favorite food, no phones, no work. Just us... before our second little miracle arrives."
A gentle flutter bloomed in your chest. After years together, through every storm and triumph, the quiet depth of his love still had the power to make your breath hitch. The absolute trust between you was built on years of solid foundation, he was your home, your safest space.
"A date night sounds perfect," you softly agreed, leaning into his touch.
Jimin smiled, leaning down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your lips. It was slow and sweet, filled with a familiar warmth that instantly put your mind at ease.
When he pulled back, a soft buzz from your phone interrupted the quiet moment. You glanced down at the screen resting on the side table.
Mother: Are you taking meds well?
You stared at the message, a slight shift in your mood. Over the last two years, you had gradually let your mother back into your life, building a fragile, cautious bridge between you two. But boundaries were boundaries. You still didn't allow her to step foot into the estate, nor had she ever met Min-jee in person.
Whenever you met her, it was always at a neutral, public spot like a quiet café.
Jimin was never a fan of her either. His protective instincts ran too deep, and he never quite forgot the past. Even when you went to those coffee catch-ups, Jimin always ensured a few of his men kept a watchful eye from a discreet distance, just to make sure you were safe and comfortable.
You rolled your eyes, tossing the phone back onto the cushion. You looked up at Jimin. "My mom is being too nosy."
Jimin stepped back slightly, leaning his hip against the edge of the table as he tucked his hands into his pockets. Rather than taking the bait to complain about her, he looked at you with a calm, understanding expression.
"She's worried," Jimin said softly, his tone neutral and grounded. "You're due next week, babe."
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The dim glow of fairy lights and flickering candles transformed the living space into a warm and romantic haven.
Outside, the night was quiet, but inside, the air was rich with the irresistible aroma of all your favorite comfort foods.
You walked out of the bedroom wearing a soft, loose pink dress that draped comfortably over your heavily pregnant form, proudly accentuating your nine-month bump. Your lower back was aching like absolute hell, a dull, relentless throbbing but having Jimin pamper you every step of the way made every bit of the discomfort bearable.
As you stepped into the room, you spotted Jimin standing near the set table, meticulously arranging a stunning bouquet of fresh flowers in a glass vase.
"What? Trying to make me fall in love all over again?" You chimed, resting a warm hand over the curve of your belly.
Jimin froze for a fraction of a second, a soft rose still held in his fingers, before a breathless, dimpled smile broke across his face. He turned around, his dark eyes sweeping over you with an intensity that instantly made the dull ache in your back fade into the background.
"Is it working?" he asked, his voice low and rich with affection.
He set the flower arrangement down and stepped toward you with unhurried grace, immediately sliding an arm around your waist to support your weight.
"You look breathtaking, my love," he whispered, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your temple. "Though honestly, you're glowing so much I don't think we even need these candles."
You let out a soft laugh, leaning heavily into his side as he carefully guided you toward the dining table. He had already set up the chair with two plush cushions behind it to support your sore lower back.
"Flatterer," you teased softly, easing yourself down with a quiet sigh of relief. "You really went all out for this, didn't you?"
"Only the best for you," Jimin murmured, pulling his own chair right next to yours instead of sitting across the table, unable to tolerate the distance. He reached over, gently taking your hand in his and lacing his fingers through yours.
He looked at you for a long moment, taking in the soft pink dress, the round swell of your bump carrying your second child, and the peaceful smile on your face, his expression softening with years of profound love and unwavering devotion.
"No phones, no interruptions," Jimin said softly, his thumb tracing delicate circles over the back of your hand. "Just you and me tonight."
He took charge of everything, pulling off the dish covers one by one and serving the food himself. He reached for the glass pitcher and poured fruit juice for both of you, he had completely stopped drinking alcohol around you months ago, just so you wouldn't feel left out.
As he set the glass down, his dark eyes met yours. The candlelight flickered softly between you, reflecting in the warm, steady gaze you shared. Your eyes twinkled with pure, quiet happiness.
Scooping up a small portion of your favorite dish with a spoon, Jimin leaned in and brought it right up to your lips.
You cringed, leaning your head back slightly. "Stop being cringe, Jimin. So eww."
Jimin rolled his eyes playfully, not budging an inch with the spoon. "But you still love it, drama queen. Say ah now."
You couldn't hide the fond smile pulling at your lips. Opening your mouth, you let him feed you, the delicious warmth of the food making you hum in satisfaction.
"You know," you began, chewing thoughtfully while resting a hand over your bump, "right before she fell asleep, Min-jee asked me where the baby actually comes from."
Jimin let out a loud, sudden burst of laughter, nearly spilling his own drink. "Oh god. What did you tell her?"
"I told her the stork delivers it to the hospital," you laughed softly. "She looked at me like I was insane and said storks aren't licensed to carry humans."
"That's definitely my daughter," Jimin wheezed, shaking his head with a proud, dimpled grin.
As the quiet atmosphere settled back in, the conversation naturally drifted back to the one debate that had been running for the past nine months.
"We really should have checked the baby's gender," Jimin sighed, leaning his chin on his hand as he looked at your round belly. "I wanted to know who it is so badly."
You shook your head with a smirk, taking a small sip of your juice. "I want us to have the surprise. We have the ability to know the gender, but please, I want the thrill."
Jimin sighed dramatically, throwing his head back against his chair. "You are crazy. Thrill with the baby? Who does that?"
A quiet chime broke the soft mood. Jimin pulled out his phone, glanced at the screen for a brief second, and then immediately flipped it face down on the table.
You frowned, leaning back into your chair as your eyes narrowed. "Hiding something, husband?"
Jimin raised a single brow at your question, a slow, teasing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Yes. My new girlfriend," he replied, his voice dripping with pure sarcasm.
You gasped loudly, grabbing your cloth napkin and hurling it right at his face. "Park Jimin!"
He caught the napkin with ease, bursting into a rich, melodic laugh that filled the warm room. Shaking his head, he stood up from his chair and walked over to a small table near the corner, picking up a sleek, velvet box.
"It's just work," he explained, walking back toward you. "I turned it upside down because I don't want to see those notifications right now and start thinking about business. Tonight is about us."
He popped the box open, revealing a exquisite diamond pendant locket glittering brilliantly against the velvet lining under the soft candlelight.
Your breath caught slightly, a tender smile spreading across your face. "You really are trying to make me fall in love all over again, aren't you?"
"Always," Jimin smiled softly.
He walked around your chair, his gentle fingers brushing your hair over to one side. You felt the cool touch of the chain against your skin as he expertly clasped it around your neck.
"I love you," he whispered close to your ear, his warm breath sending a subtle shiver down your spine.
You looked down at the glittering diamond sitting against your chest, your eyes widening in sudden realization. "Wait... is this...?"
Your mind flashed back to a night a few weeks ago when you were aimlessly doomscrolling in bed. Jimin had been out of town on a business trip, and in a wave of late-night pregnant mood swings, you had called him, whining about a gorgeous diamond chain you saw online. You hadn't thought much of it after that, but he had clearly remembered every single word.
Jimin stepped back in front of you, crossing his arms with a playful pucker of his lips. "You didn't say 'I love you' back!"
You chuckled, using the armrests to slowly push yourself up into a standing position, one hand instinctively supporting the underside of your heavy bump. Leaning forward, you closed the distance between your lips for a soft, deep kiss. It was hilariously tricky to get close enough with your huge bump in the way, making you both laugh softly against each other's mouth.
"Until death does us part, Park Jimin," you whispered softly, looking into his eyes.
Jimin's smile softened into pure warmth. His hand slowly slid down your arm, lacing his fingers tightly through yours. "Let's dance?"
You lightly punched his chest with your free hand. "Stop it. I can't dance with this bump!"
"Just a slow dance. I'll hold you, I promise," he murmured gently.
Right on cue, a smooth, velvety jazz melody began to float softly through the room's speakers.
You couldn't help but laugh out loud at his immaculate timing.
"When did you get into jazz?" you asked, amused.
Jimin merely shrugged, a secretive grin on his face as he guided you slowly onto the middle of the floor. He pulled you close, keeping one strong arm wrapped securely around your waist to bear most of your weight, moving both of you in a slow, rhythmic sway.
For a few moments, the world melted away. You were both smiling like complete fools, staring into each other's eyes, wrapped in years of unconditional love and comfort.
Until you took a slightly clumsy step and landed your heavy foot squarely on top of his shoe.
"Ah-baby! My feet!" Jimin let out a low, dramatic gasp, instantly freezing in place.
You rolled your eyes, pulling away and slowly walking back toward your chair, desperate to sit down and rest your aching back again. "Told you! I said I can't dance!"
Jimin limped slightly, shaking his head with an exaggerated wince. "Ouch. That actually hurts."
You settled back onto the cushioned chair, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as you rested your hands over your bump. "Stop being such a drama queen. Min-jee seriously learns all of this from you.
You've had way worse wounds in your life, you were literally on your deathbed twice! Don't tell me a pregnant woman stepping on your foot hurts. Idiot."
Jimin stopped his dramatic limping, a bright, dimpled laugh bursting out of him as he walked over and leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss straight onto your forehead.
Jimin didn't even bother defending himself. He just chuckled, leaning down to press one more sweet, linger-filled kiss right to the tip of your nose.
"Guilty as charged," he murmured, his voice soft as he pulled up his chair and sat right beside you again.
He didn't say anything more for a moment, letting the soothing jazz music fill the quiet room. Reaching out, he gently lifted your feet one by one, placing them comfortably onto his lap. His hands, warm and strong, immediately went to work massaging your swollen ankles and the tired arches of your feet, applying just the right amount of pressure.
A soft, helpless sigh escaped your lips, all your sass melting away in an instant.
"Okay, fine... that feels amazing."
"I know," Jimin grinned softly, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the candlelight. "I've had nine months of practice."
You leaned your head back against the cushioned chair, watching him through heavy, sleep-dusted eyelids. The quiet hum of the house, the gentle rhythm of his thumb against your foot, and the steady weight of your second baby resting inside you brought a sudden, overwhelming wave of peace.
After a few minutes of quiet pampering, Jimin carefully set your feet down. He stood up, gently wrapping his arms around you to help you stand before scooping you up into his arms one last time for the night. You rested your head against the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne.
He carried you into the dark bedroom, setting you down on the soft mattress with extreme care. After tucking you in under the duvet, he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you close so your back was pressed against his chest.
His broad hand rested gently over the prominent curve of your nine-month bump, his breath warm against the back of your neck.
"Thank you," Jimin whispered into the quiet darkness, his fingers lightly stroking your belly.
"For what?" you murmured, already half-asleep.
"For everything," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "For Min-jee, for this little one, and for loving me."
You smiled into the dark, reaching down to lace your fingers through his over your stomach. "Always, Jimin."
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The sharp, authoritative ring of six-year-old Min-jee's voice echoed into the living room the next morning, cutting right through your quiet morning routine.
"I told you, I want the strawberry juice today! Not the apple! Go back and get it!"
You walked out toward the hallway, one hand firmly supporting your heavy nine-month bump, to find Min-jee standing in front of the broad-shouldered security guard with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
The poor man looked utterly defeated, holding out an unopened apple juice box like a peace offering.
"Min-jee Park!" Your voice cracked through the foyer like a whip.
Min-jee jumped slightly, her little shoulders tensing as she spun around to look at you.
"That is enough!" you scolded, your tone stern and completely unyielding. "He is an adult, and he is here to protect you, not to be your butler. You apologize to him right now and take the apple juice, or you're losing your tablet for a whole week!"
Min-jee's mouth dropped open in shock. Her big, dark eyes, so much like Jimin's, wimpered with sudden betrayal. Tears welled up in her lower lashes, her lip trembling as her little ego took a massive hit.
"I hate apple juice!" she wailed, stomping her small foot on the floor. "You're mean, Mommy!"
Before you could say another word, she turned on her heel and sprinted back deeper into the house, her little sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as she went off to hide.
You let out a long, exhausted sigh, rubbing your forehead. "I'm so sorry," you apologized to the guard, who offered a quiet, polite nod before stepping outside to wait by the car.
Give it twenty minutes, you thought. Once her dramatic little burst of anger cooled down, she'd be ready for a hug.
Nearly half an hour passed. Holding your aching lower back, you slowly stood up from the sofa. "Min-jee?" you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet hallway. "Sweetheart, come out. It's time for school."
Silence.
You sighed, beginning your slow trek through the estate to find her usual hiding spots. You checked behind the heavy living room drapes, under the dining table, and inside the playroom, but she wasn't there.
Waddling down the long corridor, you pushed open the heavy mahogany door to Jimin's home office. "Min-jee? Are you in here?"
The room was completely empty. The quiet hum of the air conditioner and the smell of Jimin's cologne hung in the air.
Just in case she was playing her favorite game, you walked over to his massive oak desk.
Leaning forward as much as your huge belly would allow, you tried to peer into the footwell beneath the desk.
In the process of trying to balance yourself, your hand brushed against a thick, unlabelled manila folder resting on the edge of the desk. The folder slipped, clattering onto the hardwood floor and spilling its contents face-up right at your feet.
"Shoot," you muttered, instinctively starting to reach down, before stopping dead in your tracks.
Your heavy nine-month bump made it impossible to bend down and pick them up, but you didn't need to. The bright daylight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the glossy photographs scattered across the floor with brutal clarity.
Your heart took a sudden, violent plunge.
It was your father.
Your father, the man who was supposed to be serving a strict ten-year sentence in a high-security prison. The man who wasn't supposed to see the light of day for years to come.
Except, in these photos, he wasn't wearing a prison uniform. He wasn't behind bars.
He was sitting in a dimly lit, high-end bar room, dressed in a sharp suit. In one photo, he was holding a glass of scotch, laughing with someone off-camera. In another, he was standing near the doorway, casually talking on a cell phone. The date stamp in the bottom corner of the pictures was from just three weeks ago.
Your breath caught in your throat, a sudden wave of ice running through your veins.
He's out?
Your mind raced, spiraling into a chaotic blur of confusion and dread. How was he out? Who let him out?
And most importantly... why were these photos sitting on Jimin's desk?
Jimin the pain that man had caused you, the endless sleepless nights, the danger he posed to your peace. Yet Jimin had never mentioned a single word about this. He had sat across from you last night, feeding you, holding you, smiling at you... all whwhile keeping this hidden right under your roof.
Why didn't Jimin tell you? What was he hiding?
Stepping out of the office, your hands were shaking as you pulled out your phone and dialed her number. The ringing only lasted two seconds before she picked up.
"I know he is out," you said immediately. It wasn't a question. It was a cold, sharp statement.
Silence heavy enough to suffocate stretched across the line.
"Did you meet him?" you asked, disbelief bleeding through your voice. "Speak!"
"Y/n..." Your mom's voice came through low and tremulous. "I... he came over to the house a month back."
"It's been a month since he's out?!" You yelled into the phone, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the empty hallway.
"Y-yes..."
"You let him come inside?" Your voice broke, wavering with a wave of absolute betrayal. With nine months of hormones coursing through your body, the sudden shock hit you like a physical blow.
Everyone was keeping secrets. Everyone was hiding things from you. "You hid this from me!"
"Listen to me-"
"No! He cheated on you for years! He used you! He controlled both of us for money, and you just welcomed him back inside?!"
A choked sob broke from your mother on the other side of the line. "No... he... he barged in... I didn't have the power to stop him, Y/n. I'm so sorry. I... I should have told you, but... he has been asking about you. About your husband... about your daughter. He was beating me-"
"He beat you?!"
The air left your lungs in an instant. You couldn't form another word, your throat completely drying up. The world felt like it was spinning on its axis. Without another word, you cut the call, phone slipping loosely in your hand as tear after tear spilled over your eyelashes and tracked down your pale cheeks.
You wiped at your face blindly with the back of your hand, turning around-only to freeze.
Min-jee was standing a few feet away, her backpack slung over her shoulders, staring up at you with wide, innocent, terrified eyes.
"Mumma?" her tiny voice trembled. "Are you hurt? I'm sorry. I won't be bad... don't cry."
Seeing the tears streaming down your face, her own sweet little face crumpled, and she burst into quiet, sniffling tears herself.
Your heart shattered into a million pieces. You shook your head rapidly, forcing yourself to sink down onto the nearest hallway sofa. Supporting your heavy bump with one arm, you opened your free arm wide for her.
"No, Min-jee..."
She sprinted into your lap, burying her small face into the crook of your neck as she sobbed. You wrapped your arms tightly around her, burying your cheek into her hair.
"Mumma is okay, baby. Don't cry, okay? Everything is good," you whispered softly, forcing your voice to stay steady as you pressed a long, loving kiss to her tear-stained cheek. You managed a tiny, comforting smile just for her. "Go to school now, okay? We'll watch a movie together the moment you get back in the evening."
Min-jee sniffled, using her tiny sleeve to wipe her nose. She nodded obediently, leaning up to press a soft, sweet kiss right on your cheek. "Okay, Mumma."
She turned and ran out the front doors toward the waiting security guard, leaving you sitting alone in the quiet corridor, your mind racing as the heavy reality of everything slowly began to settle in.
Later in the evening, the heavy oak doors opened as Jimin arrived back at the estate. Exhaustion lingered on his face, but it softened the second he stepped inside. Loosening his tie with one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up his forearms.
He spotted you sitting by the dining table, quietly eating a small bowl of fruit. A soft, affectionate smile tugged at his lips as he walked over.
"Where's our little devil?" he asked smoothly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
You didn't answer. You didn't even look up at him. Instead, you let out a long, shuddering breath and slammed your spoon onto the glass table with a sharp, firm sound.
Jimin's smile vanished instantly. His posture straightened, his sharp eyes searching your cold, unreadable expression.
"You're hiding things from me, Jimin."
Confusion flickered across his face for a fraction of a second, until your eyes locked onto his, raw with hurt and anger. Realization hit him like a physical blow. His jaw tightened.
"I thought we were a team," your voice broke, rising into a furious yell that vibrated through the high ceilings of the house. "You hid this from me! For a whole fucking month?! He's out of prison, and you didn't say a single word!"
The sudden outburst caused the nearby maids to freeze mid-task, wide-eyed hushes falling over the room as they looked between the two of you.
Jimin grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white as his hands clenched into tight fists. He cast a sharp, terrifying glare at the staff. Without waiting for a second command, the maids quickly scurried out of the room, shutting the double doors behind them.
The moment they left, Jimin took a step toward you. "Y/n-"
"Stay back!" you snapped, your hand instinctively dropping to support the underside of your heavy belly. "He was abusing my mother this whole time! You could have told me! I could have arranged proper protection for her!"
"I didn't know he was going near your mother-"
"But you have men tracking his every move, don't you?!"
"Y/n, listen to me, please," Jimin urged, his voice desperate as he tried to keep his tone grounded. "I wasn't trying to deceive you-"
"I am not in the mood for your stupid excuses!" You pushed yourself up from the chair with sheer rage, your body trembling.
Jimin raised his hands, his eyes darting down to your round bump with overwhelming concern. "Don't do this right now. Please, the stress isn't good for you or the baby-"
You shook your head violently, refusing to let him speak. "Don't talk to me!"
You turned around to leave the room, but in two quick strides, Jimin cut you off, standing squarely in front of you to block your path.
"Stop being irrational!" he barked, his voice firm, low, and laced with suppressed frustration. "I was worried about your health! You're nine months pregnant! I didn't want you spiraling over a man who never cared about you!"
Your eyes welled up with hot, burning tears. "Health or not! It's my family! I deserved to know!"
"Family?!" Jimin snapped back, the exhaustion and frustration finally snapping his control. His hair was messy, his collar unbuttoned as he looked down at you. "You cut them off years ago! Why do you suddenly care so much now?!"
The air left your lungs. Your eyes widened in pure, utter shock at his cold words.
The moment the sentence left his mouth, Jimin froze. He closed his eyes, letting out a heavy, regretful sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, completely messing it up. "Fuck... Y/n, I didn't mean that."
"Leave me alone!"
With all the force your trembling body could muster, you shoved him back against his chest. Startled, Jimin stepped back, and you pushed past him, heading straight for the stairs as tears finally overflowed down your cheeks.
Jimin stood frozen in the middle of the empty dining hall, watching your retreating figure disappear up the staircase. A wave of pure, unfiltered rage and self-hatred washed over him.
Turning to the nearest concrete pillar, he slammed his bare fist straight into the wall with a sickening crack. Knuckles splitting, blood began to trickle down his skin, but he didn't even flinch.
Cursing harshly under his breath, he turned on his heel, snatched his coat off the chair, and stormed out of the house into the cold night.
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It was 12 AM.
You were lying in the middle of Min-jee's bed, her small body curled tightly against your side. After the explosive fight with Jimin, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep in your shared bedroom. The emotional exhaustion had eventually pulled you into a light, restless sleep, until a subtle, unnatural sound pulled you back to consciousness.
Your eyes snapped open. The room was pitch black, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds.
It wasn't the usual quiet hum of the house. It was the faint, deliberate sound of slow footsteps echoing from the hallway outside.
Instinct took over before fear could paralyze you. Slowly, carefully, you slid out from under the covers, making sure not to disturb Min-jee. Your lower back throbbed sharply, your heavy nine-month belly making every movement feel weighed down, but the adrenaline rushing through your blood drowned out the pain.
Your eyes darted to the nightstand where a small utility knife sat, left over from opening packages earlier that day. Snatching it up, you flipped the blade open, your trembling hand gripping the handle as hard as you could.
You took two quiet steps toward the door, intending to check the hallway-
A tall, shadowy figure stepped directly into the doorframe.
A gasp caught in your throat, your voice instantly choking as a bloodcurdling scream tried to escape. In the dim light, you saw a masked man holding a suppressed pistol.
"Quiet," the man growled, stepping into the room.
He made the mistake of looking toward the bed and in that fraction of a second, you lunged.
Driven by pure motherly instinct, you drove the utility knife forward, plunging it straight into his shoulder. The man hissed out a harsh curse, dropping his gun as he grabbed your arms, shoving you violently back against the wall.
"Mommy?!" Min-jee's voice shrieked from the bed, terrified and wide awake.
"Min-jee, stay down!" you screamed, using all your weight to shove the man off you.
Despite your heavy bump restricting your movements, you fought like a cornered animal. When he grabbed your wrist to wrench the knife away, you brought your heavy knee up into his groin with everything you had.
He doubled over with a breathless groan, and before he could recover, you grabbed his head and brought his face smashing down onto the sharp edge of the wooden nightstand.
He stumbled back, dazed, blood pouring from his nose. You didn't hesitate. Stepping in close, you drove the blade deep into the side of his neck.
The man choked, staggering backward before collapsing onto the floor in a lifeless heap.
Breathing in ragged, terrified gasps, your body shook uncontrollably. You dropped the knife, turning to the bed where Min-jee was sobbing hysterically, her little hands covering her eyes.
"Min-jee, baby, look at me," you whispered desperately, kneeling down to scoop her tiny, trembling body into your arms. "It's okay. Mumma's got you. Keep your eyes closed, okay? Don't open them."
Holding Min-jee tightly against your chest with one arm while shielding your heavy bump with the other, you carefully stepped over the body and hurried out into the dark hallway.
The estate was eerily quiet. As you reached the top of the grand staircase and looked down into the main living hall, your heart sank into your stomach.
Three of your security guards were slumped on the floor, unconscious-or worse. The front doors stood wide open, letting in the freezing night air.
Panic seized your throat. You fumbled in your pocket for your phone, your bloody, trembling fingers barely able to swipe the screen.
You hit Jimin's speed dial, raising the phone to your ear while slowly backing down the stairs, trying to reach the back exit.
"Come on, Jimin... answer, please..." you sobbed under your breath.
"Y/n?" Jimin's frantic, breathy voice suddenly erupted through the speaker.
"Y/n, where are you? I'm driving back right now, I'm so sorry, babe, I-"
"Jimin! They're inside the house!" you screamed into the receiver. "They took down the guards! Min-jee and I-"
Thud.
A heavy hand suddenly snatched your hair from behind, jerking your head back violently. You dropped the phone, a sharp scream tearing from your throat as you fell backward onto the stairs.
"Y/n?!" Jimin's frantic roar echoed faintly from the dropped phone on the floor. "Y/n?!"
A second masked man hauled you up by your shoulder, pulling a combat knife from his belt.
"Mommy!" Min-jee shrieked, scrambling backward on the stairs, terrified out of her mind.
You didn't have time to think. With your back pressed against the stair railing, you swung your arm back, slamming your elbow straight into the man's jaw. His grip loosened just enough for you to twist out of his grasp.
As he lunged at you with the knife, you grabbed his wrist, leaning all your weight into him to force the blade away from your belly.
You slammed him hard against the wooden railing, the sheer force of the impact rattling the entire staircase as you fought with every ounce of strength left in your body to survive.
Before the second attacker could regain his balance, the heavy mahogany front doors were kicked wide open with a deafening crash.
"Clear!"
Shouts echoed through the high-ceilinged foyer as a tactical squad of Jimin's security forces swarmed the estate like a wave of pure wrath. Gunfire flared in sharp, controlled bursts, instantly neutralizing the remaining intruders. Within seconds, the chaotic room was subdued under heavy boots and barking orders.
You collapsed back against the wooden steps, your strength completely giving out. You were panting in ragged, shallow gasps, your hands shaking violently, stained dark with blood. The soft pink dress was torn and smeared red, clinging to your heavy nine-month belly.
Then, a sudden, blinding agony tore through your lower abdomen and back.
It wasn't just the dull ache from earlier, it was a brutal, searing contraction that felt like your entire body was splitting in two. Thetrauma and adrenaline had forced your body into immediate labor.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Min-jee sobbed, crawling toward you on her hands and knees, terrified by the blood on your dress.
Footsteps thundered through the entrance.
"Y/n!"
Jimin sprinted into the estate, his eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated terror. He didn't even look at the mess of blood, the collapsed intruders, or his men taking control of the scene. His entire world narrowed down to the staircase, to you and his weeping daughter.
Min-jee scrambled down the remaining steps straight into his path. Jimin dropped to his knees, scooping her up into a tight, desperate embrace for a fraction of a second, his hands trembling against her back.
"Daddy's here, baby, Daddy's here," he choked out, his voice cracked and raw.
He didn't waste another second. Holding Min-jee securely with one arm, he rushed up the steps to where you were slumped against the railing.
"Babe... oh God, babe, look at me," Jimin pleaded, dropping down right beside you. His face was deathly pale, his eyes frantic as his free hand hovered over your blood-stained body, terrified of hurting you further. "Are you hit? Where are you hurt?!"
"J-Jimin... I..."
You grabbed his shirt collar, your knuckles white, as another agonizing wave of pain ripped through your womb.
A sharp, piercing scream tore from your throat. You doubled over, clutching the underside of your belly, tears bursting from your eyes as the contractions hit back-to-back without mercy.
"It's the baby!" you gasped, your breath hitching in pure agony. "Jimin... the baby is coming now!"
Jimin's breath hitched in his throat. The sight of your blood-stained hands, the tears pouring down your face, and the agonizing screams tore his heart to shreds.
"I've got you," Jimin whispered desperately, his voice thick with emotion as he slid his arms beneath you, lifting you off the stairs as carefully as he could while Min-jee held tightly onto his neck. "I'm right here, my love. I've got you."
The heavy SUV tore through the iron gates of the estate, its tires screeching against the wet pavement as two security vehicles flanked it, escorting you through the dark, quiet streets.
Up in the front passenger seat, Min-jee was curled into a small ball, clutching her knees to her chest. Tears streamed endlessly down her face as her small shoulders shook with terrifying, silent sobs. The guard at the wheel drove with frantic precision, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, running every single red light as he sped toward the hospital.
You were lying across the wide leather seat, your head resting heavily in Jimin's lap. Another violent contraction tore through your abdomen-a searing, blinding pain that made your entire body lock up.
A sharp, breathless scream tore from your throat, your fingers digging so hard into the fabric of Jimin's trousers that your knuckles turned completely white.
"I know, baby, I know. Squeeze my hand, squeeze it as hard as you can," Jimin pleaded, his voice cracking with pure desperation.
He didn't care about the pain in his fingers. He didn't care about the dark blood smearing onto his shirt from your dress. His free hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest while his thumb frantically wiped away the cold sweat and tears pouring down your face.
"Drive faster!" Jimin roared at the guard, his eyes wild with terror as he looked down at your pale, writhing form. "Drive fucking faster!"
"Jimin... it hurts-it hurts so bad!" you sobbed, gasping for air between the relentless waves of labor. Your hips bucked slightly against the seat as your body tried to push, the sheer physical toll bringing you to the absolute brink.
"I'm right here, my love. Look at me, keep your eyes on me," Jimin whispered, leaning down so his forehead pressed against yours. His voice was shaking, tears welling in his own dark eyes as he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your temple-anywhere his lips could reach. "You're doing so well. You're so strong. Just breathe for me, please, babe... just breathe."
From the front seat, Min-jee's hiccuping sob broke through the sound of the blaring engine. "D-Daddy... is Mommy gonna be okay?"
"Mommy is going to be fine, Min-jee!" Jimin called out, trying to keep his voice steady for her even as his own heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. "Look out the window, sweetie. Don't look back here. We're almost at the hospital."
You let out another agonizing cry, your head thrashing against his thigh as another blinding contraction hit back-to-back.
"Jimin!" you gasped, your breath hitching dangerously as your vision blurred with tears.
"I've got you, I've got you," Jimin sobbed quietly, lacing his fingers tightly through yours and bringing your bloody hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles again and again. "Don't let go of me, Y/n. Just stay with me."
The heavy glass doors of the hospital burst open, and the frantic chaos of the night swept into the sterile, white halls.
Emergency staff rushed forward with a gurney, surrounding you instantly.
Outside, a tight perimeter was immediately established. Security guards swarmed the entrance, securing every exit, hallway, and floor until the entire building was under absolute lockdown.
Min-jee, wrapped in a large, warm jacket, was gently guided to a private waiting lounge under the watchful guard of Jimin's most trusted men, her tear-stained face finally settling as she was assured her mother was safe.
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You were thrashing against the delivery bed, your head turning side to side as sweat soaked your hair, plastering it to your forehead. Blinded by tears and searing, bone-shattering agony, you gripped Jimin's hand with a terrifying, desperate strength, your nails digging deep into his skin.
"Fucking idiot, Park! This is all because of you!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice raspy and broken as another intense contraction tore through your body. "I told you! It hurts! Why the hell did you get me pregnant again?!"
Jimin didn't care about his hand, nor did he care about the burning scratches on his skin. He leaned down over you, his eyes brimming with helpless tears as he continuously kissed your sweaty forehead, your temple, and your burning cheeks.
"I know, I know. It's my fault," he whispered desperately, his voice thick and raw. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm so, so sorry."
"You motherfucking bastard!" you sobbed out, kicking your feet against the stirrups in sheer agony as the pain reached a terrifying peak.
The doctors and nurses exchange nervous glances, working frantically under the intense pressure of both the medical emergency and the imposing presence of Park Jimin standing right beside them.
"Mrs. Park, please, one more big push!" the doctor urged, her voice taut with urgency. "We can see the head! Push!"
You gripped Jimin's neck, pulling him down as you gathered every last drop of strength remaining in your exhausted body. Tears streamed down your face in hot, continuous rivers as you screamed-a raw, gut-wrenching sound that echoed off the cold walls.
Right beside your ear, Jimin kept his face pressed against yours, his arms holding you upright, his steady voice cutting through the noise. "You can do this, Y/n. You're so strong, my love. My brave, perfect girl... I'm right here with you. Just a little more."
"Motherfucking Jimin! Don't you dare ever touch me again!" you shrieked, throwing your whole body into one final, agonizing push.
A breathless scream tore from your chest and then, suddenly, the pressure vanished.
A loud, piercing cry echoed through the room.
The doctor let out a heavy breath, a wide smile breaking out behind her mask.
"The baby is out!"
Your head fell back against the pillows, your gasping breath slowing down as complete, overwhelming exhaustion washed over you. Your eyes fluttered shut, heavy with fatigue and relief.
Jimin let out a ragged breath of his own, a brilliant, tearful smile breaking across his face. He leaned down, repeatedly kissing your flush cheek and tenderly wiping the damp hair from your forehead. "You did it, babe... you did it. I love you so much. God, I love you so much."
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The nurse quickly cleaned the crying newborn and wrapped him in a soft blue blanket before handing him carefully over to the father.
Jimin held the tiny, squirming bundle against his chest, his hands trembling as he looked down at the soft, scrunched-up face of his child. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips, tears blurring his vision.
"It's a boy," Jimin whispered softly, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him over the baby's steady cries.
Slowly, heavily, your eyelids fluttered open. You looked at the little boy resting securely in Jimin's arms, then looked up at Jimin's radiant, tear-streaked face.
A tiny, weak smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
"You got your emotional support... fucker," you murmured softly.
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The quiet hum of the private hospital room was a soft, comforting contrast to the storm of the night before. Golden sunlight poured through the large glass windows, filling the space with a gentle warmth.
You were propped up comfortably against a pile of plush pillows, wearing a clean gown. The dull, heavy ache in your body remained, but looking at the tiny, peaceful bundle sleeping soundly in the bassinet beside your bed made the lingering pain fade into the background.
Jimin stepped back into the room after escorting the doctors out, softly closing the heavy door behind him.
For a moment, he just stood there, looking at you. The sharp suit from yesterday was gone, replaced by a casual sweater, but his eyes carried the weight of everything that had transpired.
He walked over slowly, pulling up a chair right beside your bed. Taking your hand in his, he brought your knuckles to his lips, holding them there for a long, heavy moment.
"Y/n..." he began, his voice low and thick with genuine remorse. "Before Min-jee comes in, I need to tell you something."
You looked at him quietly, your fingers twitching softly in his grasp.
"Your father," Jimin said, his dark eyes locking onto yours with absolute transparency. "My men caught him up early this morning. He's in my hands now, babe. He won't ever step near you, your mother, or our children again. I'm going to take care of it personally, and I promise you, he will never be a threat to this family again."
He let out a long, shaky breath, leaning his forehead against the back of your hand.
"I'm so sorry for hiding it from you," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I thought I was protecting you from the stress because of the baby, but I was wrong. I broke your trust when I should have had your back. I am so, so sorry, my love."
Looking down at his messy hair and the genuine pain in his eyes, the anger that had consumed you yesterday finally melted away into a quiet relief. You gently turned your hand in his, lacing your fingers through his tightly.
"Just... don't ever keep things from me again, Jimin," you murmured softly. "We're a team."
Jimin looked up, a raw, beautiful smile breaking across his face as he kissed your palm. "Never again. I promise."
A gentle knock on the door broke the heavy silence.
The door creaked open, and Min-jee peeked her head in, holding a guard's hand. She was dressed in her favorite bright yellow dress, her little face a mix of awe, excitement, and a lingering touch of shy hesitation. Her big eyes scanned the room, landing on you first.
"Mommy?" she whispered softly, stepping timidly toward the bed.
"Come here, my sweet girl," you held out your free arm, a tired but radiant smile lighting up your face.
Min-jee didn't hesitate. She carefully scrambled onto the side of the bed, burying her face into your side for a long, quiet hug. You wrapped your arm around her, kissing the crown of her head repeatedly while Jimin stood beside the bed, his hand resting softly over your shoulder, watching his two girls with profound peace.
"Are you all better now, Mommy?" Min-jee asked, pulling back slightly to look at you.
"All better, baby. Mumma just needed some rest," you assured her gently, smoothing back her hair. "Do you want to meet your baby brother?"
Min-jee's eyes went wide as saucers. "He's really here?"
Jimin chuckled softly, leaning down to scoop the tiny, blanket-wrapped infant out of the bassinet. He sat down on the edge of the mattress right next to you, lowering his arms so Min-jee could get a clear look.
Min-jee leaned in, holding her breath as she stared at the scrunched-up, soft face of her little brother. He let out a tiny, soft squeak, his microscopic fingers twitching against the blue blanket.
"He's so small..." Min-jee gasped in a hushed whisper, as if loud words might break him. She carefully reached out a single finger, gently brushing it against his tiny cheek. "He looks like a little potato."
You and Jimin both burst into quiet, breathless laughter.
"Hey, be nice to my emotional support partner," Jimin teased gently, nudging her shoulder. "He's going to help us deal with Mommy's mood swings."
You rolled your eyes, swatting Jimin's arm softly. "Don't start teaching him your bad habits already, Park."
"I'm serious!" Min-jee declared, puffing out her chest as she carefully rested her hand over the baby's tiny tummy. "I'm the big sister now. I'm going to teach him how to run the house with me."
Jimin shook his head with a fond, dimpled smile, leaning over to press a sweet kiss against your temple before resting his forehead against yours. His hand slipped over yours, lacing your fingers together right above the baby.
The chaos of the past, the secrets, and the fear had finally cleared away, leaving behind the quiet, unbreakable warmth of the family you had built together.
"Thank you, Y/n," Jimin whispered softly into the quiet room, his dark eyes brimming with unconditional love and absolute devotion. "For everything."
You smiled, squeezing his hand tightly as Min-jee softly giggled beside you, leaning her head against your arm while watching her baby brother sleep.
The bed was a chaotic mess of sheets and crumpled tissues. A body sluggishly thrashed on one side, curling into a foetal position before squirming straight, legs cricketing.
It hurt his heart to watch; he hated the little whimpered noises you made without realising and the comfort you sought without thought.
He wasn’t sure if you were asleep when he sat on the empty side and reached over to feel your forehead, hissing instantly at the heat pouring from your skin like a furnace. You had a fever and he couldn’t let you suffer like this, not on his watch.
You needed medicine and pain relief, a cold compress and fresh water with a clean straw. Maybe some porridge if you could stomach it. A humidifier for the room with aromatherapy oils and maybe an extra fan until your temperature came down.
Yoongi was a man of action and he showed his love through those actions. You knew this, you loved this about him, but right now, you wanted him close.
So, when he moved to pull away… you stirred from your half delirious state and whimpered pathetically, reaching for his retreating hand and holding it weakly.
“Yoon… don’t wanna get you sick but don’t want you to go,” you admitted with a rasp.
He hummed for a second before sliding fully onto the bed beside you, his arm wound around your middle and gently drew you back until he was curled around you. You could feel his nose in your hair and you’d normally cringe, knowing you needed to shower but the comfort this gesture brought couldn’t be denied.
“I don’t get sick,” he stated with an air of certainty he shouldn’t be able to possess. “If I make dak-juk will you try to eat some?”
You groaned at the thought of food, wriggling around to press your face into the pillows. Yoongi chuckled and sat up. He stroked your hair for a moment longer and the tenderness of his touch made your chest ache and your throat tighten.
“My girl is sick and I’m gonna do everything I can until you’re better. If that means spoon feeding you baby bites of food and making you rest up then that’s what is going to happen.”
It was his way of saying ‘I love you’ and you sniffled at him from your messy nest of tissues and blankets.
warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, smut (fem. oral receiving, fingering, choking, spanking, diff positions, multiple orgasms, jungkook is biggg (duhhhh)), jungkook is a lil dom-ish but also sweet and a consent king!!
summary: As a backup dancer on BTS's latest tour, you've found yourself in the opportunity of a lifetime. Through different routines, countries, and continents, one thing remained the same: Jeon Jungkook was your boss yet you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to climb his bones and for some odd reason, you think he feels the same about you.
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hi sweet friends :) welcome to the full fic! i hope you all enjoy and love reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. jungkook you are the sexiest man to ever walk the earth baby don't let anyone tell you differently!!!
playlist: please by bts, one more night by bts, closer to you by jungkook, signs by tate mcrae, bed chem by sabrina carpenter, petting zoo by justin bieber
At times, you found it quite hard to refrain from staring off in the distance at random things. Your mind would wander with its racing thoughts with everything you needed to do for the day, the night, the week, the weekend, and on show days that before you knew it, you’d turn spacey. It was innocent really, at times just a lapse in your brain for a quick release of mental tension that you always seemed to carry.
This, however, was not one of those times.
Your viewpoint from this vicinity on the stage was clear as could be as you watched them all walk up one of the side ramps; each side by side except for one who trailed behind the group, one hand shoved in his pocket, one holding a microphone in the other.
Jeon Jungkook was painstakingly sexy, and it wasn’t just due to his lethal face card. He was multitalented and charming, soft-spoken, and funny when he wanted to be. You had come to realize over the course of the tour though; he preferred to keep to himself and the other members only. It was opposite of Taehyung and Hoseok, who mingled with everyone in the tour crew including you and the large group of dancers who traveled with them city to city, country to country.
“You’re staring. Again,” Sana, one of your closest friends in the dance crew, scolded from your left side.
Immediately, you whipped your head to her and threw a quick finger her way for good measure.
“Fuck off,” you muttered, “I was not.”
“Uh, it was quite obvious you were,” Josh, one of your other closest friends noted as he continued to stretch out his shoulders.
The seven members of BTS were starting to check their mics and once they were set, a quick afternoon practice of blocking the stage and running through a couple of songs would begin. It was routine in each city the day of each show to ensure everyone knew their marks and that the choreography would become muscle memory.
You allow yourself one last glance towards Jungkook before turning back to Josh and Sana.
“Shut up,” you half admit defeat as you work your way into a split on your right side.
They both snickered and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well. Ever since the tour had started over two months ago, it was quite the joke between your closest friends who knew you had a raging crush on Jungkook.
Who wouldn’t?!
When you had first auditioned to become a dancer on tour, you had no idea who the artist you were auditioning to dance for was, as it was kept anonymous to prevent press leaks that BTS would be embarking on a massive world tour. When you got the job and found out who you would be dancing alongside of for the next year, it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you couldn’t have accepted the offer quick enough.
There had been two months of rehearsals nearly every day for you and the other dancers leading up to the first show. It was exhausting, but there was no thrill like the one being able to stand on stage and dance in front of thousands of people every other night.
It nearly matched the thrill of being able to dance with Jungkook, but you wouldn’t admit that to anyone out loud, not even Sana.
Each member had been blocked a small group of dancers, and you had been placed in Jungkook’s cohort on his first day of rehearsal. From the moment you had laid eyes on him, your knees had wobbled. It was easy finding someone attractive on a phone screen, but seeing someone so hot in person was jarring. Each member was attractive in their own right, but there was something about Jungkook which set your insides on fire. You had debated at one point asking to move to another member’s cohort, but Sana talked you out of it.
“Oh my god Y/N, it’s fine! He’s sexy as hell! Just enjoy being able to dance close to him! You’ll be fine!”
And you had been fine up to this point, but you hated the obscene thoughts you had about one of your bosses one too many times a day.
Suddenly, a boom echoed in a microphone which jolted everyone in the vicinity. Eyes and heads looked towards the middle of the stage where Namjoon had apparently done something wrong with his microphone and his surrounding members began to cackle. Jungkook’s head tipped back as he laughed with that gorgeous smile, clapping his hands together as they tease the leader.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Namjoon scoffed into his mic, shrugging off his own laugh, “Are we ready?”
At his queue, the entire crew was at attention, and you slipped out of your split before standing up and adjusting your trackpants. Just as you and the dancers were about to spread out amongst the large stage, Sana smacked your ass quickly before leaning in—
“Good thing he was looking at you, too,” it was a whisper and it was nearly impossible to decipher among the chaos that was the stadium during practice.
You gave her a death glare and rolled your eyes before walking away towards the man who was slowly becoming your undoing.
Yeah, right.
~
Per usual, practice and the show that night went off without a hitch. The boys, the dancers, and the crew always worked tirelessly each night to put on the best show possible for their fans. Each song was exhilarating in its own way, and each one required a specific set of energy, yet somehow everyone had to keep themselves going for nearly two straight hours. Naturally by the end of each show, everyone was exhausted, including you.
There were nights though, such as tonight, where the adrenaline that pulsed through your system wasn’t able to calm down. On weekend shows, you, the dancers, and even some of the members themselves would end up going out to clubs or bars after to unwind. However, tonight’s show was on a Tuesday, so everyone always opted for the more responsible choice of going straight to the hotel and resting.
You had been tossing and turning in bed for well over an hour now and the singular fact Sana was sound asleep in the bed next to yours was annoying you more than it should have. You glanced at your phone, seeing it was 12:27 AM.
You let out a deep sigh of frustration. Thankfully this had not been a common occurrence so far on tour, but the few nights it had, you had only seemingly found one solution.
Slowly and as quietly as possible, you crept out of bed and sorted through your luggage to find a workout set. You settled for a simple black set of leggings and a sports bra before grabbing one of your many pairs of tennis shoes you had brought with you. Not wanting to disturb Sana, you quickly changed out of your pajamas in the bathroom before grabbing the essentials for the gym.
Phone, headphones, hotel key—and you were off.
Touring with the biggest band in the world had many perks, but the hotels you had been blessed enough to stay at had been some of the nicest you would probably ever step foot in your entire life, and each one usually had an immaculate gym and spa.
Taking the elevator up the 18th floor of the hotel, you were able to successfully find the gym without a hitch. Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you were fumbling with your AirPods to put in your ears when you suddenly stopped, nearly dropping one of them from your hand.
Just off your left side on a cable machine, was Jungkook in the flesh. His back was turned to you, but you knew it was him. You had spent nearly every day alongside of him for months now, but his infamously tattooed arm was always the number one indicator of which member you were dealing with.
The adrenaline in your body only seemed to skyrocket at the sight of him. It was almost instinct to want to leave and give him the privacy he was potentially seeking by working out so late, but part of you stayed glued to the floor. You watched him carefully as he finished his set of pulldowns, groaning between each pull of the weight, before he stood up, his body turning smoothly.
Your feet almost, almost picked themselves up to turn the other way and run, but Jungkook made eye contact with you before you could bolt.
Fuck.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed before he suddenly took out one of his own AirPods.
“Y/N?”
Double fuck.
Instead of cowering, you decide to maintain the confident façade you tried so hardly to keep around him. Taking a few steps into the large gym, you give him a small smile.
“Hey, Jungkook,” you greet him.
It’s a strange feeling knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the most famous people on the planet. You and Jungkook were acquaintances at best, but you still had gotten to know parts of him dancing alongside him for two months. He was always nice to you and never intruded on your space.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you resign to him even though he didn’t ask.
He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk—triple fuck—crossing his lips.
“Same,” he shrugged, pulling his sleeves up his arms slightly. It took everything in you not to watch the movement too closely. His answer though, made you feel better and if anything, it felt like a new camaraderie between you and one of your bosses.
Neither of you spoke again as Jungkook repositioned it headphones, turning around to complete another set of pulldowns. You took in a deep breath, a lame attempt to slow your cortisol before heading to a treadmill on the other side of the gym.
From the cardio area in the gym, your back was now facing where the weight section Jungkook laundered. As you scrolled through your monthly playlist, you quickly turned on an EDM song with the volume probably dangerously loud before you took off running. Anything to get out of your thoughts and the fact that Jungkook could see your every move if he wanted to.
Sana’s words from earlier in the afternoon rang through your head once again and to bury the delusion, your only cure was to speed up the static track beneath your feet.
~
The next day was a second show day in the city. The second, and if possible, third or fourth show days were always much calmer than the first. Everyone had already run the show at full capacity once, so practice for the dancers was always optional. You and Sana had opted out of practice today, chilling in the large backstage area for the dancers instead that afternoon.
You had finished your run and stretching around 1:30 AM the night before, but it had done the trick and once you took another shower and slipped into bed, you had slept in the latest you had thus far on tour.
“Did you leave the room at some point last night?” Sana suddenly asked as she looked up from scrolling on her phone. You were both sat on a small couch facing each other, legs entangled with each other’s.
Looking up from your own, her bleach blonde bob was always the first thing that caught your eye.
“Yeah, I went to the gym. I couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged lazily.
“Hm,” she mused, “You did that in Vegas too, didn’t you?”
You nodded absentmindedly. You had told her it was hard coming down from a show sometimes and she had her own methods of coming down which included marijuana which she always offered, but you didn’t like to indulge as frequently as she did.
You glance around the room to ensure no one close was listening in on your conversation before you leaned forward.
“Jungkook was there last night,” you whispered.
“Shut up!” she said way too loud for her own good which had the other dancers looking towards your couch curiously. You inwardly cringed, but soon enough they all went back to their own conversations and warmups.
“You’re kidding,” she spoke in a much calmer tone this time, “What happened?”
“What do you mean what happened?” you laughed, “He was working out, I ran a few miles and called it a night.”
Her face suddenly fell, “Ughhh, oh my god Y/N you are so boring sometimes,” she groaned.
You knew she was kidding, but you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh once again.
“You’re telling me the hottest man alive who happens to be your crush, and you were in the same room, alone, and nothing happened?”
“Yes,” you responded in disbelief, “What was I supposed to do? Jump his bones?”
“Yes!” she said it as if it was obvious.
“Oh my god Sana,” you pushed her leg with your foot, “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m not! I’ve seen how he’s been looking at you recently, so has Josh.”
“Stop saying that, no he’s not,” you shake your head, burrowing yourself into the pillow and looking back at your phone.
“Y/N look at me,” she commands and you follow meeting her dark brown eyes, “You’re hot. Why wouldn’t he look at you?”
“In case you forgot Sana,” you pause, “He’s technically one of our bosses. This conversation is unprofessional enough.”
Sana rolls her eyes dramatically before groaning, “Who cares? Everyone knows Hoseok is sleeping with Krystal,” she lowered her voice to a faint whisper.
You furrow your eyebrows, your eyes immediately darting over to Krystal who was doing her makeup with another female dancer named Tess.
“What?!” you whisper-scream back, “That’s news to me!”
“Well, when your only focus is Jungkook it can be hard to miss,” she said matter-of-factly.
Reaching down, you pinch the exposed skin of her left leg in her capris. It only brought out a laugh in her before she kicked your hand away.
“I’m just saying, it’s not out of what’s possible here,” she purses her lips as she raises a brow towards you, “You should go to the gym again after the show.”
“What? No! I only go that late when I can’t sleep,” you push the idea away immediately.
She gives you a look as if you were stupid and, in this moment, you’re sure she thinks you are.
“Y/N, you’re not getting it. If you go the gym, you can get time with him alone and who knows what will happen.”
“Sana, I appreciate the advice, but I think I’ll stick to my own lane. Besides I felt awkward, I think he probably just wants privacy after the chaos of each day. I don’t need to be in his way more than I already am on stage.”
Sana visibly relaxes at your words and you’re feeling elated it seems she may have just given up. You were good enough at feeding your own delusions, you didn’t need your closest friend on tour doing it either. Jungkook was just a work crush due the forced proximity. There was nothing wrong with having a work crush. It was only when it was acted upon would it be crossing a line.
“Y/N?!”
A voice from the front of the dressing room suddenly boomed and each set of eyes turned your way. It was your good friend and lead choreographer Eunwoo seemingly searching for you.
“Yeah?” you straightened yourself up on the small couch.
“Can you come out on stage for a bit? Jungkook wants to go over some sequences before their soundcheck.”
A sudden pit opened up in your stomach, and you felt the heat spread amongst your face and chest. You took a quick glance at Sana whose mouth was wide open, and you found Josh in the corner attempting not to burst out in laughter. The remaining dancers in the room either were ignoring the interaction and the other half were giving you intentional stares. For some reason, the way Krystal looked at you in particular made you feel even more uneasy.
“Y-yeah,” you found your voice through a stutter, “Yeah I’m coming.”
You quickly slipped your sneakers on before making your way over to Eunwoo as he led you away from the dressing room towards the stage.
“Do you know what he wants to go over?” you asked as you were raking through the setlist and the dances sequences in your mind. Nothing was too complicated for either one of you, so you weren’t sure what else he could want to practice at this point in the tour.
Eunwoo shrugged as both of you exited from the tunnel to outside, the giant structure of the stage greeting you under the sun.
“No idea,” he shrugged, “Said he thought he was missing something.”
“And you couldn’t help him?” you didn’t mean for the question to come across as rude, but part of you felt it did.
As Eunwoo led you up to the stage, your eyes immediately found Jungkook. They always did. He was standing with one of his managers, flipping his microphone in his hand absentmindedly.
Eunwoo stopped walking and left you to walk the rest of the way before he gave you a sidelong glance and another shrug, “He asked for you.”
Another drop hit your stomach, and you suddenly felt nauseous. You really hoped no one could see the way your heart was pounding out of your chest right now because it sure felt like it was showing through your skin.
Eunwoo leaves you alone and it takes all the courage in the world to pick up your feet again. Jungkook seemingly feels your presence when you’re no more than five feet away because his head turns to you, his chocolate brown eyes finding yours. He’s wearing a pair of sunglasses, but they are pushed up on his head to keep his hair out of his face. Something deep in your core churns at the sight.
“Hi,” somehow you manage to speak first, a bravado that turned on when you most nervous—a way to trick your brain that you actually weren’t internally freaking the fuck out. “Eunwoo said you needed help with something?”
Jungkook’s manager says something fleeting that you don’t catch before walking away leaving the two of you on the east side of the stage alone. On the opposite side, you briefly heard a loud laugh that sounded as if it was coming from Jin.
“Yeah, I just feel like I’m missing a step or something here,” he briefly moves his body in the counts and chorography that you immediately recognize, and you nearly forgot you were here to help him.
You glance him up and down one time, “Do it again,” you give him a stern nod of your head and watch his feet closer this time.
You see the exact moment to understand what he is missing. There were multiple half counts in this particular chorography, and he was indeed skipping over one.
“Okay I see, just watch me,” you tun around so you’re his directly mirror with your back to his. You repeat the sequence he just showed you, sans any mistakes, though a bit slower than usual so he could probably see what you were doing and he wasn’t.
“Did you see the change in my feet?” you ask him, turning over your shoulder.
“Feet?” he asks, dumbfounded.
You suddenly let out a chuckle, “Jungkook I meant watch my feet,” you give him a smile.
His brown eyes flickered down your face once before he began to chew on his lip ring, “You said to watch you, so,” he shrugged, though he didn’t seem sorry for it.
You tried your best to retain any heat to your cheeks, but you still think some pushed through.
“Watch again,” you nod to him, practicing patience.
You perform the two sets of counts once again and Jungkook suddenly lets out an ‘ah!’.
“You see?” you turn back around raising an eyebrow at him. Jungkook nods and you can visibly see the information processing in his brain. It was fascinating to witness.
“Show me,” you push him as you cross your arms over your chest.
Jungkook’s eyes meet yours for a second too long to feel comfortable before he smirks. He takes a step back from your frame and completes the two counts perfectly without a hitch.
“Very good,” you smile at him, “You catch on quick, you know?”
“Only when I have a good teacher,” he smirks as he removes his sunglasses before shaking his fingers through his thick, shiny hair.
You try to ignore the way his words affect you, shoving away any feelings, “Anything else you want to go over?”
“No, that was it,” he shook his head, pushing his sunglasses back up onto his head.
“Okay,” you nod once in resolve, ready to walk away from him before he stops you.
“Wait um,” he clears his throat and you almost sense an awkwardness alluding off him that you’ve never picked up on previously, “Sorry about last night. I didn’t realize until later that I thought I maybe came off a bit rude.”
You furrow your eyebrows at him, looking up to find his gaze. He honestly wasn’t much taller than you, but still your head craned upward.
“Oh no, don’t apologize,” you wave your hand, “I didn’t think anything of it. It was late and I was kind of spacey.”
Jungkook seems pleased with your response, his body language visibly relaxing.
“Cool,” he says simply and you don’t miss the way his tongue darts between his lips.
“Cool,” you repeat before taking a step away from him for your personal sanity, “I’ll see you later.”
“Looking forward to it,” are his parting words and you swear you felt your breath catch in your throat. Nearly tripping over your two feet, you turn the opposite direction to head back to the dressing room.
This time, there was no doubt in the way you knew he was staring at you as you walked away.
~
Five days later, another country, and two shows later, you and Sana were making your way back to your shared room after returning from the stadium. Your routine with her was always pretty much the same post show. You’d return from the show, eat ramen or something similar if you were hungry, shower and change into pajamas, and finally both of you would fall asleep watching re-runs of Sex and The City.
At the end of the day, you two were just girls, after all.
You were finally showered and digging around for a pair of pajamas before Sana gets your attention from where she laid on her bed. Aside from the bathroom, the lamp that split your beds in the room was the only source of light.
“Did you ever go back to the gym like I told you?”
Your entire body pauses as you step into your sleep shorts.
“No? I’ve been sleeping fine this week,” you answer simply trying to skirt around what she actually wants to talk about.
“Y/N are you kidding me?” she says it like she’s disappointed.
“Sana,” you warn her as you slip on a large t-shirt.
Suddenly, Sana throws her bedding off her frame and stomps over to where you stand near your suitcases. You eye her carefully before she snatches the towel from your hand.
“That’s it,” she snaps, “Put some workout clothes on and get your ass to the hotel gym right now.”
You stare in disbelief.
“Sana, I’m not doing that! I literally just got out of the shower—”
“So, take another one later! I’m telling you Y/N go. To. The. Gym. There’s no doubt in my mind that Jungkook is there.”
“Are you just trying to humiliate me or something? I have a stupid crush on Jungkook, but millions of people do! You don’t have to clown me for it—"
“I would never clown you!” she defends, her eyes turning wide and reproachful, “As your friend I can tell when people are interested in you. Jungkook is one of them,” she points a finger into your chest.
“You’re being ridiculous,” you shake your head at her. You love her, you really did, but damn was she persistent borderlining annoying sometimes.
“I think you’re being ridiculous,” she spats, “You have a golden opportunity here and you need to snatch it. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong but I’m never wrong about these things.”
You hated to admit it, but her words created a crack deep inside you that made your knees wobble. You know Sana would never do you wrong, but if this was something she was wrong about, you’re not sure if you could survive the aftereffects. However, part of you, the irrational part of you, desperately wanted to test the waters if it was true.
“If I go tonight, will you leave me alone about?” you deign.
A wide grin spreads across her face, “Yes.”
Sana helps you pick out another matching workout set—this one a pair of yoga pants that folded over your hips in a flattering way and matching sports bra, both a deep navy in color. You clipped your hair back before slipping on your tennis shoes. You check the time on your phone, laughing at yourself for doing this at midnight.
“Go get ‘em tiger,” Sana swats you out of the room with a key and your headphones.
You both part ways and as much as you really wanted to go to bed, you force yourself to make way to the hotel gym on the third floor.
As soon as you walk into the gym, you have to contain the bubbling of excitement that sits in your stomach. Sana was right—Jungkook was here yet again lifting upper body with some dumbbells. Jungkook seemingly notices you immediately but he’s mid-set, so he doesn’t do anything but send a grimace your way.
You give him a small wave before heading over the cardio deck. You choose against running a lot tonight, only pushing out a mile before you decide to walk the rest of the way. It’s when you’re halfway through mile two of walking, does Jungkook appear in your peripheral vision, hopping on the treadmill right beside of yours.
You glance his way and find he’s already staring back at you. He motions to your headphone, and you instantly take one of your earbuds out.
“Hey,” Jungkook says before he starts his own treadmill to walk at a pace matching your own.
“Hi,” you greet him. Neither have you spoken much since the last time before the show in the last country.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks curiously.
You push past the lump in your throat, hoping he can’t see the lie in your response, “Something like that.”
He nods as if he understands you completely, “It’s hard for me to come down sometimes. After the shows.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“You’d think after the type of energy we expended, we would just want to pass out after,” he says and you nod your head, giving him a glance out of your eyes.
“Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Very.”
“Do any of the other boys come here after too?” you ask him out of pure curiosity.
“Not really,” he shakes his head, “Most of them winddown playing video games or something but I need to get my energy out differently.”
“My friend Sana is like that. She falls asleep within ten minutes of us watching TV in the room… do you know her?”
“Of course,” he pauses, “I know all of the dancer’s names.”
“Damn, really?” you don’t know why your first thought was that you didn’t believe him, but the little you know about him, you actually find it very believable. He’s quiet, but he’s always polite and caring with everyone around.
“Do you not?” he almost laughs.
“No, I do,” you chuckle, “But it took me longer than I’d like to admit getting everyone’s right.”
“That’s fair… we have a big crew for sure.”
“Was the last tour this big?”
Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Yes, and no? I honestly can’t remember, it was so long ago. The memories are kind of blurry now.”
You furrow your brows, “Doesn’t that make you sad? If you can’t remember?”
He only thinks for a second before saying, “No… I’m okay with it because I know at the time I was very happy. That’s all that matters to me.”
You nod, finding a sweet resolve and acceptance in his words. It makes you think about your own experiences in life. You feel as if sometimes you try so hard to capture and hold onto to memories that you actually don’t remember the true feelings you held at the time. Jungkook’s perspective is interesting and one that has you intrigued.
“How long have you been dancing?” Jungkook asks randomly between the sounds of your treadmills going.
You do the quick math in your head in relation to your age, which is only two years younger than Jungkook.
“About twenty years?” when you say it out loud, you can’t help but laugh.
Jungkook’s already large eyes widen even more as he looks at you, “Twenty years?”
“Yeah, my mom put me in ballet school when I was like six,” you tell him.
“Wow,” he says incredulous, “That’s amazing.”
Your brain immediately thinks back to the years and years you had dedicated your body to the craft that is dancing. As most did, you started with ballet and worked your way up to pointe shoes by your early teens, but as you grew older, your body craved contemporary and more liberating ways of dancing. You quit ballet at fourteen and strictly began learning other genres, soon working your way into dancing for major musical acts over the years. You were lucky to have made it a full-time job because you think if you had stuck with ballet, you wouldn’t be here, in this very vulnerable moment with Jeon Jungkook.
“You have a lot to teach me then,” Jungkook says and you don’t miss the tease in his tone.
“I don’t think you need as much help as you think you do,” you tell him honestly. While Jimin and Hoseok were no doubt the strongest dancers of their group, Jungkook was close up there with them.
He sends a shrug your way, “I’m always working on myself in one way or another.”
“Like right now?” you muse and even though you’re looking straight ahead, you feel his gaze glancing your way.
“Exactly,” he agrees, “Sometimes it’s not even about sleep for me… every show day is so hectic and loud. I don’t get a lot of peace and quiet, you know?”
Your eyes find his side profile and trace his sharp jawline. An uneasiness waves throughout your bones as your guess may have very well been correct. You couldn’t wait to tell Sana to shove it up her ass at the revelation. As much as you needed the cortisol release sometimes, Jungkook would always need it more than you.
“Um,” you begin, slightly hesitant, “Sorry if I’m interrupting that for you. I don’t have—”
“No, no,” Jungkook quickly and surprisingly cuts you off, “It’s okay really. It’s nice having the company, and you’re not annoying me or anything.”
“Yet,” you send him a smirk, feeling resolve at his words. As long as he was okay with the random gym drop-ins, then you felt comfortable that you weren’t intruding on his space.
“I doubt that would ever happen,” he licks hips, pushing his sweaty hair back from his forehead.
He was always dressed simply and casually, but this was one of the few times you saw him with exposed legs in shorts. His legs were beyond toned and even though your muscles were classically trained, his very well might as well been too. His black long sleeve clung to his upper body, and you had to force your gaze away from his body, afraid he would catch you staring off once again.
You’re approaching your third mile and as much as you’d love to stay and chat with him some more, quite frankly you’re exhausted and need to go to bed. Without a warning, you press the stop button the treadmill and come to a slow. Jungkook immediately notices, turning his head towards your frame as you step off the machine.
“You done?” he asks.
You nod, “Yeah, definitely ready for bed.”
It was an understatement but soon your brows furrow in confusion as you watch him stop his own treadmill, floating to the end of the track before jumping off.
“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Jungkook says casually and your heartrate skyrockets.
“W-what? No, you don’t have to do that,” you’re protesting immediately and you can’t help but notice the playful smirk that spreads across his face as his large eyes meet yours.
“I want to,” is all he says before he leads you out of the gym.
“Jungkook it’s fine,” you’re not sure how much you’ve actually said his name out loud to him, but it stirs something deep inside of you.
“Y/N it’s fine,” he waves off a hand as you walk side by side, “What floor are you on?” he asks as both of you approach the elevator.
“Eight,” you tell him as you wait for the elevator to ding open.
“I’m on the ninth,” he says unprompted, shoving his hands into his pockets.
A silence falls between the two of you and you can’t tell if it’s comfortable or not. He’s willingly giving you intimate information you’re not asking for, but maybe he’s just being cordial? With someone as genuine as he was, it was nearly impossible to tell what his true intentions were.
The elevator opens a moment later and he follows you into the small space, pressing the button to only the eight floor.
“You’re not going to the ninth?” you ask him, ready to push the button if needed.
“I told you I’d walk you back to your room,” he reminds you, just as the door closes.
“I didn’t think you were actually serious.”
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly filter down your frame once, then twice, before meeting your gaze from across the way—the distance feeling palpable between the two of you. There’s something in his expression you can’t decipher and you’re not sure you even want to as he chews on his lip ring.
“How would I know what room you’re in then?”
His words hit you like a freight train and you’re sure the way he smiles at you isn’t exactly riddled with innocence. You do what you do best when you’re speechless, scoffing him off in a laugh. Neither of you speak again until you get off the elevator and actually approach your door.
“This is me,” you point to the room on your left, looking up to find his gaze already looking at you.
Jungkook nods, satisfied with the result before saying, “See you tomorrow?”
Your heart thumps out of your chest, “See you tomorrow. Well, today I guess, but yes,” you stumble over your words, attempting to be literal on your words but you realize how silly you sound.
Jungkook sends you a sweet smile that surely melts your heart just a little bit, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
~
The next few weeks of the tour are an exhilarating rush yet also a blur. You and the dancers have well established a routine. Show days are smooth and fun, off days are spent exploring the cities you’d never thought you see, weekends are spent drinking and going out with the dance crew, some days you and Sana just stay in your hotel room to completely rest and recharge. So far, nothing has been out of the ordinary except one small thing has changed in your routine.
The sporadic late-night adrenaline-fueled gym sessions have recently turned into a nearly every other night occurrence. Once you had debriefed Sana on that late night in Brussels when Jungkook walked you back to the room, she had squealed in delight and satisfaction.
“Eeek! I told you Y/N! He clearly is interested in you.”
“I don’t want to jump to conclusions Sana.”
“Oh please! He literally said, ‘how would I know what room you’re in?’ Bitch, he wants you. Or at least wants to know where you are at all times which is another thing in itself.”
“Which is?”
“I don’t know, maybe he’s like weirdly territorial over you or something.”
“Oh my god Sana, you sound insane.”
“You’ll think I’m insane when you’re fucking Jeon fucking Jungkook one of these days!”
Perhaps you had been blinded by your own feelings and crush towards Jungkook, but you couldn’t help but feel like maybe she was right? You’d started to go to the gym after nearly every concert and Jungkook would always be there.
Both of you did your own workouts—his consisted of mostly strength training and you focused on running and yoga for your muscles—but he always ended up on the treadmill beside yours at the end of his sessions. Some nights neither of you would say much, but other nights you would talk to each other for at least a couple of miles straight give or take. At times, he would join your running pace and soon would tease you for how slow you were which obviously prompted both of you to try to outpace each other. He won every time, but your dancer’s lungs kept up with him better than you thought.
After a few weeks, you felt you had really gotten to see another side of Jungkook that many didn’t. Most people knew him on stage as this fierce confident popstar, and he no doubt was, but in the quieter moments, he was a very normal guy with very normal interests, hobbies, and opinions.
You were fascinated with his level of fame, though it truly didn’t seem to bother him much. He had been famous for so long, he claimed it was hard to remember what life was like for him before. He was fascinated with your dancing and the longevity of your body. You were healthy and strong no doubt, but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel pain a lot of the times. Your body had been through the ringer, and the tour was slowly pushing it beyond limits you didn’t even know you had.
No matter if the conversations were light, heavier, fun, or flirty, the one thing that stayed consistent was Jungkook’s persistence to walk you back to your room every night. And he did so without fail.
Sana was the only person who knew about your shenanigans with Jungkook, and she would stay up nearly every night to see you come back from the gym to debrief. Despite how crazy you initially thought she was, there was something exhilarating about having this secret with one of the most sought-after men in the world. First and foremost, he was one of your bosses, but you had slowly developed a friendship that was one in a million chance.
If you were lucky and played your cards right, you were confident it might turn into more.
Coming back to reality, the loud sounds of the stadium ring even through your in-ear monitors. You’re standing behind another dancer, Jinho, in formation readying for the next song. The crowd was so loud tonight that it had been difficult to hear anything from cues to the songs being sung themselves.
Thankfully the stadium had a breeze flowing through the air tonight, but you still were sweating like crazy. At this point, you knew the routines blind at this point and any second now, Jungkook would soon appear behind you to take his place.
You felt him before you noticed him—his presence was all encompassing when he was around. There was about thirty seconds until the next song would start with Taehyung from across the stage and you took in a few deep breaths to prepare yourself. What you couldn’t have prepared for though was the sudden feeling of a hand grazing at your low back.
It took everything in you to not jump out of your skin and luckily the lights were turned low so no one could see, but you quickly whipped your head around to find Jungkook’s gaze low on the floor, but his hand remained in place as it grazed the fabric of your top.
You really thought you were imagining things as you turned your head back around, but it was when his fingers squeezed the fabric of your shirt together did you realize you weren’t. Jungkook’s touch lasted only a second longer before the stage lights cued, the music started, and the muscle memory kicked in to start the third act of the show.
As the show went on, you found yourself glancing at Jungkook more than usual. He was cool, confident, silly, and all the things everyone loved about him, but he didn’t look your way one time the remainder of the show.
You couldn’t help but ask yourself, what the fuck?
~
Unlike previous interactions with Jungkook, you had kept what happened during the show to yourself. You weren’t sure why you haven’t told Sana yet, but a part of you was hoping it was a figment of your imagination. If it was real, it meant you had to confront it. Something had been simmering between you and Jungkook for weeks and you really thought you had just a silly, immature crush on him. The fact that it was potentially reciprocated, churned your insides and also turned you on like never before. You were pent up and letting loose tonight was more than needed.
With only two shows left in Europe, the entire dance crew had decided to go out in early celebration. No injuries, no sickness, all smooth sailing thus far and it felt like a huge accomplishment for all of you. Professionally and personally.
The club that had been decided on was a classic European club—a bit bare bones inside but loud techno and tech-house music shook the large room. The DJ was throwing down heavy beats, and it was easy to move and groove, feeling yourself letting go with Sana and Josh by your side. It was body to body everywhere, but you still had enough room to dance and jump freely with enough space.
You had been trying to ignore the entire time, but the entire group of seven had also decided to join the dance crew out tonight. It was a rare occurrence to see all of them out, but it was especially rare to see Yoongi and Jungkook in this environment. Taehyung and Hoseok were thriving at the private table they had rented out, Namjoon and Jin laughing at whatever the two of them were doing. Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook were all in deep conversation, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Jungkook’s eyes flickered in your direction every so often.
You were already feeling quite tipsy, but you had felt confident before alcohol even hit your lips. You had dressed yourself in black; daunting a mini dress that showed off your legs with a simple halter top that accentuated your breasts. Despite the aching of your feet from the show, you and Sana had worn a similar pair of black heels.
As you sipped on whatever vodka concoction Josh had bought you, Sana suddenly leaned in to yell over the loud music.
“So, are you finally going to fuck Jungkook tonight?!”
You scoffed, immediately pushing her away from your space, “Oh my god! Will you shut up already!”
“What?! He’s practically eye fucking from his seat over there!”
Curious, you flipped your hair over your shoulder to look his way and indeed, Jungkook was looking right at you and Sana. Not knowing exactly what to do, you send him a casual smile before turning back to Sana with wide eyes.
“I told you!”
“Don’t you think if he wanted to, he would have made a move by now?” you pout before taking a large gulp of your drink.
Sana rolls her eyes wide even in the darkness of the club, “You know how he is. He’s confident but he’s quiet. Besides, as you always love to say he’s your ‘boss’. Maybe he’s waiting on you to make the move, so he knows he’s not overstepping.”
You thought about her words, digesting them even through the loud music. In all honesty, Sana had so far been right in her assumptions. She was probably correct about this too.
“Ugh, but Sana do I want to sleep with him? What if it makes it weird! I’d have to see him every day for the next eight months.”
Sana’s face falls before Josh suddenly involves himself in the conversation.
“What are you two talking about?” he asks taking a long sip from his beer.
“Y/N just asked me if she even wanted to fuck Jungkook.”
Josh looks at you, deadpanning, “Earth to Y/N, hello! Are you in there?” he suddenly takes a fist and knocks on your head lightly.
“Yes, Y/N, you absolutely want to fuck him. I’ve never seen you want to fuck someone more.”
Fuck. She was right. You were unbelievably horny for Jeon Jungkook, and you just knew he was for you too. You just needed him to actually say it to prove it to yourself.
“Let’s go dance. I need to get drunker,” you tell them honestly before the three of you shove your way into the crowd.
You dance, you jump, you and Sana grind together, you drink, and shit, you haven’t had this much fun out in a long time. Touring was fun, but at the end of the day, work was work. This was the time where it made the long days and sweat worth it. You’d made lifelong friends dancing for the biggest group in the world. What was there not to be happy about?
The DJ continued mixing heavy house music and before you knew it, your drink was empty. You excused yourself from Sana and Josh to find the bar. If you lost them, it was no big deal—the entire crew was here, you’d find someone to tag along with.
You finally squeeze through the crowd to approach the bar only having to wait a few minutes to order your drink. As you pocket for your wallet, you groan when you realize you left it in Sana’s bag.
“Shit,” you say as the bartender slides over your martini and the check. You’re about to ask if they take digital pay, but someone beats you to it.
“Can you add a whiskey, neat, to this please?” Jungkook suddenly appears on your right side and your knees wobbled in your heels.
Like you, he’s dressed in all black. Black shirt, black loose-fitting pants, and an oversized leather jacket that still somehow defines his muscles through and through. His hair is still parted and combed back from the show, his perfect eyebrows on display as he takes in your own appearance.
“Needed some help?” he asks you, quirking his face to the side and you swear his gaze lingered on your chest for a second too long.
“I left my wallet in Sana’s bag,” you admit while grabbing the stem of your martini glass, “Thanks.”
You take a sip, the vodka strong but just what you needed—especially if this was divine intervention happening at the palm of your hands. You were expecting to say hi to Jungkook at some point tonight, but not like this and surely not alone away from the rest of the group.
Jungkook pays for the drinks with a black card before he grabs his glass, holding it out to you.
“Cheers,” he says simply.
You give him a smile, “Cheers.”
Your glasses clink together and you watch each other over the side of your respective glasses as you sip the alcohol. His dark eyes bore into your own and you’re thankful for the two other drinks you’ve already had before crossing paths with him.
“I’m kind of surprised to see you here tonight,” you say once you down the strong sip of the martini.
He smirks, though even in the darkness of the club, you could have sworn his ears reddened.
“Why do you say that?”
You give him a sweet smile, “You never come out with the dancers. Only Taehyung and Hoseok do on the regular.”
Jungkook shrugs, nonchalant, “All the members were down tonight. I couldn’t be the only one to say no.”
You take another sip of your drink, your gaze unwavering from his own. You felt nervous being so close to him and his entire attention on you without any distractions.
“Something tells me that’s not true,” you say quite boldly.
Jungkook slightly tilts his head, regarding your curiosity with ease, “It’s fun getting to go out with you guys, but sometimes I just enjoy the solitude more,” he pauses, his eyes studying you intensely “And honestly? I needed a fucking drink.”
A larger grins appears on your face as you hold back laughter, “Well, you came to the right place.”
Jungkook sips his drink again, though his gaze refusing to break from yours, “Trust me. I know.”
The implications of his words have your body heating from the inside out. He was being painfully casual, but it didn’t feel casual. Your chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly as a silence falls between the two of you. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s brown eyes flicker down to your exposed cleavage.
Before you can second guess or overthink it, with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, you say—
“So, what was that about earlier?”
His face pulls for a second as he swallows his liquor, his gaze curious as he regards your frame.
“What?”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t play dumb, Jungkook,” you pause, taking the slightest step towards him. In your heels, you were more even with his height, but his aura was still intimidating.
He regarded your frame as you leaned slightly onto the bar with an elbow.
“When you touched me on stage,” you spell it out for him when he remains silent.
A stupid, shit-eating smirk spreads across his stupid handsome face. You get a waft of his scent and it’s clean and masculine and sexy all at once.
“Do you not want me to touch you?”
His question took you nothing short of surprised. It wasn’t the answer you were expecting, and you couldn’t believe he was being so nonchalant about this. He’s purposely backed you into a corner which also dawns the realization this is him testing you as much as you are him.
“I—I didn’t say that,” you say, truthfully and bare as you study his features.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in the darkness, and you wish you could see him clearer, but you don’t miss the way his smirk stays glued on his face.
“You just can’t do that on stage,” you continue on, “What if someone saw you?”
He shrugs, “It was fine Y/N. It was dark, no one can see between the acts,” he sips his whiskey again.
“Well, don’t do it again,” you tell him earnest; the last thing you needed was to get caught up in a scandal when this was your job at the end of the day—crush on Jungkook be damned.
“But I can do it now?” he muses as suddenly he brings the back of his knuckles of his tattooless hand to graze the expanse of your arm.
The immediate rise of goosebumps is embarrassing, and you hope he doesn’t feel them as much as you do. He watches you carefully as your chest gives away your breath picking up. You’d never been more confident in your life that someone wanted you as much as you wanted them. He was giving you signs—c’mon play with me—and so play you would.
You pulled away from his touch, licking your lips before you say, “Dance with me. Then I’ll decide if you can.”
Jungkook’s tongue ran along the inside of his mouth, and you couldn’t hear it, but you could see the way he scoffed in laughter. Finally, after a few seconds of thinking, he nods slowly in response, and you hold out you hand for him. His large hand—soft yet calloused from all his weight-lifting—takes yours and you pull him into the crowded dance floor.
Given the crowd and audience, the risk of anyone knowing who he was under such obscurity was pretty low. There might be a handful of fans in the club, but by the morning, no one would even remember that BTS was amongst the crowd.
Once you found a comfortable spot for both of you to move freely, you dropped Jungkook’s hand and let the rhythm of the music and bass take you over. The high energy was exactly what you needed to get you through whatever was about to transpire with Jungkook. There was going to be no turning back after tonight and you just hoped you weren’t making a mistake.
You and Jungkook get lost in the music and he seriously is such a good dancer—he needed to give himself more credit. You watch each other as you groove through the beats and on occasion, Jungkook does something silly to illicit a laugh out of you. You’ve grown comfortable around him not just on stage, but in moments like this too. All the time spent alone in the hotel gyms over the weeks had paid off. There was a part of you that hoped he felt that way about you too.
You are noticeably drunker when your martini is almost finished and it was nearly instinctual when you turned your body around and danced close to Jungkook’s chest. His touch on your waist suddenly pulled you closer to press yourself against him, but you quickly pushed off of him, giving a look over your shoulder.
“Did I say you could touch me yet?” you retort and you swear Jungkook’s jaw clenched in the strobing lights.
You return to your dancing, hands roaming up and down your sides as the music gets you lost in bliss. At times it feels like your dress might be too short, but if anything, you know Jungkook has to be enjoying the view of your toned legs, so you don’t let it bother you too much. Your body grazes against Jungkook’s chest every so often and it honestly takes a lot of your own restraint to not press yourself against him.
Jungkook only last a couple more minutes before he’s suddenly leaning into your neck, “Y/N, please. I want to feel you against me.”
You meet his gaze at your peripheral vision and the fact you have Jeon Jungkook begging to touch you sends you into overdrive. You bring one of your hands up behind his head, curling your fingers into his soft locks of hair to pull him flush against your frame.
It’s instant the way your skin buzzes and electricity pulses through your veins. The weight of his body on yours feels heavenly and you can only imagine what it would be like to actually have his full weight on top of you. His hands encircle your waist as you move against him and you’re entrapped by him, but you’re right where you want to be.
The two of you continue to dance with each other as the alcohol keeps the courage in you to stay so close to his body. Jungkook’s touch is gentle and he doesn’t roam his hands anywhere inappropriate, but the touch of him alone sends you into overdrive.
As much fun as you were having, you selfishly wanted to have him to yourself in this moment. It was loud and sweaty, and part of you just wanted to talk to him. A casual conversation that always felt so easy with him.
The buzziness of the alcohol in your system is desperately making you crave a different type of buzz. You turn your body to face Jungkook, your hands loosely against his pectoral muscles. You lean into one side of his face and ask;
“Do you have any smokes?”
Jungkook pulls back slightly, giving you a short nod of his head. You nod in return, hoping he picks up your drift. Without thinking about it, you grab one of his hands and lead him towards a back exit of the club. You knew it was the right place as people were coming back inside from smoking their own cigarettes.
As Jungkook followed you into the back alley, there were just a handful of other people around. One group of three smoking and one group of two.
You situate you and him away from the other patrons for privacy. When you turn around, Jungkook is already holding a pack of cigarettes in front of you. You snatch the box from his hand before plucking one out and holding it between your teeth. You quickly pass the box to Jungkook before he switches with a lighter.
You light the cigarette between your lips but notice that Jungkook doesn’t pull out a cigarette for himself.
“You’re not?” you ask after you pull in a drag.
Jungkook watches you as he pockets the box and lighter into his jacket.
He begins to shake his head, “I quit a while ago.”
You give him a funny look as you glance between him and the cigarette in your hand.
“I keep them on me for friend’s sake,” he then explains which you suppose does make sense. Smoking was really only a bad habit you had whilst you were drinking, but many people you knew smoked them regularly.
“Aw, we’re friends?” you ask with a bold, sarcastic drunkenness your sober self would hate.
“Of course,” he returns quickly.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be friends with my boss,” you inhale deep again, the nicotine coating your senses like candy.
Jungkook laughs, his frame directly in front of you and close enough you can still smell him, “Your boss?”
“I mean,” you blow smoke the other direction, “Pretty much, yeah?”
“It’s funny,” he takes a step forward, crowding your space, “I don’t really want to touch my friends like that.”
Your heart stops, the cigarette still burning between your fingertips.
“Like what?”
Jungkook takes another step forward, his eyes roaming from your own down your nose and onto your mouth. You’re frozen in place, mesmerized as he wet his bottom lip. In a ghosting touch, Jungkook’s fingers graze against your chin to hold your face to his.
“Like this,” Jungkook mutters as he leans forward, capturing your lips between his own.
Sirens alarm in your head as the feeling of his skin on yours comes to fruition. He makes a move on his lips, realizing you’ve stood still and haven’t reciprocated. You push past the alarms and close your eyes, molding your lips against his own. Jungkook obliges when you bring one hand around the back of his neck to bring him closer.
He kisses you gently, his lip ring cold as it touches your mouth. You’d always been curious at what that would feel like, though you have other areas of your body you’d prefer to experience it. Jungkook leans in, deepening the kiss as he pushes your body against the brick wall behind you. You’d drop the cigarette out of your hand at some point because you now bring your other hand to his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
When Jungkook’s tongue grazes your mouth, the whine that escapes the back of your throat is quiet but noticeable. As if jolting to your senses, you suddenly pull away from him, placing your hands on his chest for space.
“Jungkook, we shouldn’t do this,” you whisper as his brown eyes glaze in the dim lighting of the alley. You take a glance towards the other groups and thankfully no one is paying attention to you.
“Why not?” he muses.
“It’s inappropriate,” you try your darndest to control your breathing.
Jungkook gives you a look of grievance, “We’re consenting adults are we not?”
“Don’t try to out logic me,” you narrow your eyes as he lets out a laugh, “You know what I mean.”
“If you really don’t want to, I’ll drop it,” he says, suddenly much more serious, “But I really want to. And I think you do too. If I’m wrong, we can act like this never happened, but if there’s anything for you to know, you’re all I’ve thought about for weeks.”
Your legs shake at his words, unsure if you just heard him correctly. Weeks? He was giving you a way out—a way out of his apparent fantasies about you—yet was still letting you decide where this would end up. The rational part of you knew you needed to drop it; go back inside and act as if this never happened. But the other half of you wanted to dive headfirst consequences be damned, it might be your self’s biggest disservice to deny this man.
“Really?” you ask him.
He nods immediately, “Ever since I met you, I wanted to get to know you more.”
You have to fight a blush, and you glance down at your feet for a second of relief, “And you know a lot about me now?”
Jungkook tilts his head, thinking on it for three seconds, “After the last few weeks, I know a lot about you, but there’s things I still want to know.”
“Like what?” you ask curiously, fighting your mouth wanting to smile so badly.
“Hm,” he pauses, only thinking for just a second, “Like what you look like when you come,” he crowds your space again, your face losing color under his gaze, “More importantly, what you sound like when you come.”
You’re lucky Jungkook is practically holding your frame against the wall because you’re sure had he not, your knees would have given out. Oh my god… this man was so horny for you. And the way his words made your center pulse, you were just as guilty.
Feeling confident in your resolve, you straighten your head to look him in the eyes.
“That could be arranged,” you whisper, “But not here.”
Jungkook smiles and it takes your breath away when he closes the gap on your lips again. He kisses you only momentarily before pulling away.
“Let’s go.”
~
A private driver had taken you both back to the hotel without question soon after that conversation ended. You messaged Sana that you weren’t feeling good and decided to call it a night, though she had yet to respond. You didn’t think much about it knowing she was drunk and having fun—you’d see her tomorrow anyways.
Luckily it was well past midnight, and the hotel was barren minus the staff. A silence had fallen between you and Jungkook as the elevator was taking its sweet time to come down to the first floor.
Your heart was beating out of your chest as you glanced his way. Jungkook was effortlessly attractive and it made your knees weak to think what was about to transpire. He was typing something quickly on his phone before the elevator dinged open. He lets you go first before he steps in behind you quickly pressing the button to the 19th floor.
As you stand in the corner of the elevator, Jungkook only regards you a few inches away. Eye contact could be difficult for you at times, but there was something in the way his brown eyes captivated your own. During shows, you’d found him more frequently finding your gaze and sending you smirks beneath all of the stage lights. Had you really been that bad at reading his signs?
As the elevator approaches his floor, he suddenly reaches out with a hand, fingers running down your exposed arm, to your elbow, and then finally settling in your hand. The elevator once again dings open and Jungkook pulls you out of the confined space to follow him to his room which happens to be a large corner suite at the end of the hallway.
As you step into Jungkook’s room, you’re hit with a soft glow of lamps and the overwhelming scent of him. Even between the sweat and exhaustion on stage and the gym, Jungkook always somehow managed to smell clean. Now being in his room, you realized what he smelled like when he did nothing. Still clean, but fresh and masculine; a slight musk peeking through.
His room was large enough for six people to sleep—the small entrance opened up into a large living room with a cream sectional couch, large TV mounted on the left wall, and even a small kitchenette off to the right. Jungkook was in the process of closing the remainder of the blinds and curtains, but you caught a balcony, too.
“Damn,” you say in disbelief, noticing the separate bedroom off to the left, “I should complain. Sana and I are practically climbing over each other every night.”
Jungkook chuckles, removing his leather jacket and putting it off the side on a table. His black t-shirt is tucked into his pants, and your eyes are immediately drawn to his arm of tattoos.
“Perks of being the, as you call it, boss, I suppose,” he smirks before going over to the kitchenette, “Do you want anything to drink? Water, wine?”
“I’ll have what you’re having,” is what you say, slowly making your way over to the large couch.
A few moments later, Jungkook reappears with two small glasses of white wine before he sits close to your frame on the couch. You quickly thank him, both of you taking small sips. It’s jarring compared to the liquor you had been drinking, but much more refreshing.
“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook suddenly asks leaning back against the sofa as his left arm extends long, fingertips barely touching your shoulder.
You nod, “Of course.”
“I only went out tonight because I knew you’d be there,” he says, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
You fight a smile, “You’re not exactly subtle, huh?”
Jungkook returns one easily, that gorgeous dimple forming on his cheek, “Being subtle wasn’t getting us anywhere.”
“Us?”
He shrugs, “I had a hunch.”
And my god was he right.
The alcohol had worn off mostly in the car ride over, but you still had enough courage to be vulnerable if he was.
“Fine,” you say setting down your wine glass on the coffee table. Jungkook does the same, watching you closely, “Sometimes I really couldn’t sleep, but most of the time, I was only going to the gym every night hoping you were there.”
“See,” he pauses, chewing on his lip ring, “A hunch.”
A momentary silence falls between the two of you, though it’s not uncomfortable at all. As nervous as you were, you felt confident in this very moment. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. It was rare to find that kind of electric chemistry with someone and every time he glanced over your frame, you had to fight the urge to squirm.
“Well,” you chew on your lip, “Are you finally going to do something about it?”
Jungkook smirks, his fingers now happily caressing your shoulder. His eyes move between your eyes and then your mouth and you can see the way his brown orbs light with fire. He quickly adjusts himself slightly on the couch, leaning closer to your frame.
“Come here,” he whispers and its commanding, dripping in saccharine.
Unable to resist any longer, you obeyed him with ease and leaned towards him. Your eyes fluttered close just as you grazed his lips with your own. Jungkook’s hand moves up to your hair to pull you in, angling your head to deepen the kiss instantly. Your hands find his shoulders, fingertips running over his sculpted muscle.
He guides the kiss—it begins as slow, sensual and exploring and soon after, he’s pulling your body closer by the waist to which your frame straddles his own. Soon after, he dips his tongue into your mouth and as your town touches his as you continue to kiss, there it is—a whine deep in your throat escapes into his mouth.
Jungkook smirks against your lips before he suddenly pulls away, blinking up at you with a drunken, soft haze. Your breathing is heavy as you look down at him, admiring the way his perfect features created such a handsome human being.
“Do you want to do this?” Jungkook suddenly mutters and you feel his hands beginning to move from your waist down to the small of your back, hovering just above your ass.
You nod quick, “Yes,” it nearly sounds desperate.
Jungkook nods, leaning in to place a kiss on your chest right near your left breast, “Good,” another kiss working his way up as his hands make their way down, “If you want me to stop, just say so okay?”
His breath tickles your ear as he kisses just below where you neck and ear meet. Another small whine, you fist a hand into his hair, “Okay,” you agree, though you have a feeling you won’t be wanting to stop at all.
Jungkook’s lips capture your own again and his hands settle on your ass, pulling you directly to sit into his lap. Your pussy was scantily clad with a lacy black thong and once you brushed against his crotch, you could feel his cock swelling in his pants by the second.
Though you were on top of him, he was no doubt fully in control. He kisses you feverishly, a hands squeezing your ass to roll against his pelvis. You don’t fight him as you let him guide your hips over his as his tongue roams your mouth. The friction is small, but your pussy begins to ache with need. Despite the way your heart races, he keeps a heavy yet steady rhythm tilting his head to the side to deep your kiss.
“What’s your favorite way to come?” his voice is husky as he pulls away, looking up at you through his lashes.
You feel your face get hot at the question, but you answer him honestly—“When someone gives me head.”
Jungkook smiles, as if he satisfied with that answer. Suddenly, he pushes you off of him and makes his way to lay on top of you on the couch. Your leg’s part open for him easily as you make room, though your lips have stayed connected the whole time. He pulls away, his lips now tracing down your neck and exposed chest. The dress did make your boobs look insanely good and you knew Jungkook was enjoying it too as he squeezed your right breast on top of the fabric.
The dress had already ridden up to your hips and as Jungkook pulled away, his eyes immediately go between your legs. His gaze looks your way for only a second before he decides to remove himself from the couch. Confused as he moves you to the side and until he positions himself on his knees, you understood what his intentions were.
“I’ve wanted to do this,” a kiss to your thigh, “For so long,” a kiss to the other as he makes his way to your center. He spreads your lips a little wider and you know you’re already soaking wet just by looking at him between your legs on his knees like this.
He pushes the remainder of your dress up your hips, exposing the lace you wore. A smirk crosses Jungkook’s face before he leans in, placing a kiss between your pelvis and leg. He does it again on the other leg, but this time, his teeth start to take the flimsy fabric with him.
You lift your hips instinctually to help him as he pulls them down your legs. He uses his hands to fully remove once he gets them close to your knees. You can’t help but roll your eyes when you watch him pocket the panties into his pants. He gives you a short laugh before leans between your legs and you whine again in anticipation.
He large hands run smoothly up and down your thighs as he admires what lies between them. Gently, he suddenly maneuvers one of your legs to fall over his left shoulder to spread you further open. Between his delicate tattooed grip on your thigh, and the small kisses he places trailing up your exposed leg, you feel as if you might combust.
“God you’re so beautiful,” an open mouth kiss right where your hip meets your thigh, “So fucking pretty.”
When his mouth touches your pussy, your toes immediately curl beneath you. He doesn’t waste any time as he begins to make out with your pussy. His tongue forks between your folds, gliding up towards your clit with ease. It’s wet and hot, and the moans shortly begin to work past your mouth.
His hands grip around your thighs and widens the space between your legs even further. You’ve put a hand on his head to keep him in place as you can’t help but lean back into the couch a little bit, hips canting towards his face.
“Shit,” you curse as he suddenly switches between licking and sucking on your clit. The pleasure is fast and you could die right here, and it could be the best moment of your life. His lip ring at first felt cold, but it soon enmeshed with your own body temperature.
You begin to grind against his face and you’re unable to stop the moans and whines that escape your lips. He’s so good at this—you couldn’t believe you thought about ever denying him. He licks and sucks, tongue dipping inside you every so often and soon enough, you feel the familiar wave of an orgasm building in your core. It’d be so long since you had been with someone since being on tour. Getting yourself off and having a permanent hotel roommate was hard.
“Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper, “I’m going co—”
The orgasm hits you before you could even finish your sentence, harsh moans and groans eliciting from your throat. Jungkook rides you through it on his tongue and it washes over your body in waves. He only stops his motions once you push his head away as overstimulation begins to replace pleasure.
His gaze is ethereally intense as he glances up at you. His lips are glistening with yourself and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire days on earth.
“Holy shit,” you whisper as he pushes himself up from your center.
He leans in, pecking your lips, “Was that okay?”
You nod, “Yes, oh my god, yes,” you chase his lips again, unafraid of tasting yourself on his lips.
You kiss each other forcefully once again before Jungkook starts to pull you up from the couch and its only then you realize you’re still wearing your heels. You bend down to take them off, but Jungkook quickly stops you.
“No,” he demands, “Keep them on.”
You bite your lip, nodding, eager to please and obey him. His hand finds your own and he pulls you towards the direction of the bedroom. Your knees are still wobbly from the orgasm, but once your eyes roam to the made bed, wobbles are replaced with tingles of anticipation.
You watch Jungkook’s back as he leads you over to the bed. He motions you to sit down on the edge before he moves to take off his shirt, quickly folding it and throwing it on top of an opened suitcase in the corner. He approaches you again closely; watching the way his abdominals contract with each movement, watching the way his tattoos color his entire arm and onto his chest.
“Take this off,” he says, referring to the dress clinging to your body.
You reach around to remove it, but you pause, looking up at him between your legs, “There’s a zipper. Can you help me?”
Sure, you could easily access the zipper yourself, but what’s the fun in that? Jungkook smirks as you tell him where the zipper is, and you soon let out a yelp when he flips you around on the bed to your hands and knees. He laughs playfully you can’t help but smile into the sheets. Aggressive and playful was your favorite combination.
His large hands find the zipper of your dress and as he unzips it, you undo the haltered neck. While still being careful, he yanks the dress down, leaving you naked in front of him minus the heels that remain on your feet.
“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re so sexy,” Jungkook says from behind as he admires your naked muscles and curves.
You glance over your shoulder to find him unzipping his pants, pushing them down his hips as he pulls his cock from his briefs. Your mouth slightly drops when you see the size of him as he strokes himself a few times.
“I want to suck your dick,” you exasperate watching him carefully as a playful smirk crosses his lips.
“Not yet baby,” he shakes his head, “This is about you right now.”
You fight back a blush with his words, biting your lip as he steps closer to you, his cock hard and ready to stuff you full.
“Fuck your pussy is so perfect,” he mutters as one of his hands disappear between your folds.
You groan at the contact, pussy now throbbing to be filled up by his large cock. You push your hips back to signal exactly what you want, but he only continues to slide up and down your slit, coating yourself with your own slickness.
He allows himself to dip one finger in you experimentally before adding a second digit to curl against your insides. You moan, fisting the sheets beneath your hands. With your ass still up, Jungkook squeezes it proudly as he starts to fuck you with his fingers. You’re so wet for him that it’s frictionless; gliding in and out of you with ease, your pussy continuing to ache thinking about his cock filling you up.
“Shit,” he groans, “You’re so wet Y/N. All for me baby?”
“Yes, yes,” you realize you are desperate now, “Just for you.”
His fingers suddenly exit your dripping cunt, and you feel him flush against you. You turn your eyes to see him still stroking himself as he meets your gaze.
“Do I need to use a condom?” he asks and it looks as if it’s painful for him not just shove himself inside you right now.
“I-I have an IUD,” you manage to say somewhat coherently.
He pushes again, “So you’re okay with this?”
He squeezes his bare cock in a way that makes you whine, “Yes, Jungkook yes. Please.”
Jungkook bites his lip ring as he deigns to your request. His thick tip brushes against your folds and you inhale a deep breath to brace yourself.
“Relax baby, it’s okay, you can take it,” he encourages.
Jungkook begins to push inside you and your jaw slacks as his size. Inch by inch, he’s slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt or make you uncomfortable. You can barely keep yourself up on your hands, your fingers gripping the duvet for stability.
“Jungkook oh my god,” you say as you feel him bottom completely out, his pelvis flush against your ass.
“Shit Y/N, you’re so tight,” he appreciates your warmth, his head throwing back for a moment. He stays here for a moment longer than you’d like and now you’re not afraid to ask for what you want.
“Jungkook please, fuck me,” you tell him, the most demanding you had been all night.
Lucky for you, he obliges and begins to pull himself out of your wet pussy but thrusts back in soon after. He’s angled deep and you moan each time he renters. He begins slow to get you used to his size, but his pace picks up a few minutes later which has you so sensitive, you have to drop to your elbows. Jungkook pushes your lower back down as he starts to pick up his pace even faster.
As he fucks you from behind, your moans begin to intertwine with his groans as he finds that extra sensitive spot inside you. Your body sets aflame when he suddenly brings a hand to slap your ass once, then twice, hard and controlled. The skin stings in its wake but you ask him for a third which he obliges.
“Goddamn Y/N,” he groans as his hands now hold your waist from behind, picking up his pace to fuck even somehow even harder. “You’re so perfect, my god—pussy just so perfect baby.”
Jungkook is so big and you’re so full that you can barely speak. As he brushes against your spot, you feel the semblance of another orgasm brewing. In one quick motion, Jungkook suddenly yanks your entire body upward to press your back against his chest to pound you from a new angle. A strong hand holds up your frame, squeezing your left breast with his tattooed arm, his other hand finding its way to your throat.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans into your ear as you wind a hand around to grip his hair from behind.
The air in your lungs constricts in his grip but god does it feel unreal to have him bury himself inside of you like this. Jungkook’s lips and tongue play with your neck and on occasion, he nips at your skin, light pressure from his teeth sending chills down your spine as the pleasure only increases each second. Jungkook only keeps you in this position for another minute or so before he lets you go, shoving your front back down to the bed.
Cheek in the mattress, Jungkook suddenly pulls out and you’re all too empty. Only confused for a second, Jungkook suddenly flips you around and pulls you close to the edge of the bed.
He discards the remainder of his pants and underwear, positioning himself between your legs, he suddenly leans down and places a chaste, longing kiss on your lips.
“You okay?” he asks, fisting a hand into your hair.
You find his consistent checking in sweet, endearing—such a stark contrast to the kind of fucker he was proving himself to be. You nod giving him the reassurance he needs before your lips meet once again, tongues intertwining as you can still taste the remnants of yourself on him.
Jungkook pulls away from you parting your legs to find your center with his cock once again. Before he pushes all the way in, he suddenly lifts your left leg up using your flexibility as a dancer to his advantage to plunge into your pussy even deeper. He kisses your ankle as he starts to fuck you once again and you’re seeing stars.
Your moans fill up the room once again and Jungkook is fighting his own as he watches himself disappear inside and out of you. Despite his own euphoria, he’s clearly only focused on you as he suddenly wets his thumb before he begins to rub for your clit as you’re spread wide for him.
“Shit, Jungkook just like that,” you whine at the contact. Your tits bounce as he fucks you raw and hard, your hip straining against itself as he still holds you open, his hand gripping your skin roughly.
“You take me so fucking well. I always knew you could, always dreamed about this,” he’s rambling but fuck it does something to you as you feel your orgasm approaching faster than you could stop it.
The second orgasm shatters through your body and you nearly scream as it pulsates your senses. It might be the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had, and you feel an overwhelming sense of emotions run through you. Your body and mind on fire, unable to quiet yourself. You’re squirming underneath him and Jungkook suddenly releases your leg as you fight the overstimulation.
“Jungkook fuck it’s too much,” tears spring in the corners of your eyes as ecstasy fills your entire body, though you make no effort to push him away from you.
“I know baby, you can take it,” he says but soon slows his pace, “Scoot up the bed,” he commands in a hefty, lust-driven tone.
Of course, you oblige without question, and he chases your frame to hover above you, caging you in between his arms. Using one hand, he pushes his cock back inside you to which he slips in easily from the aftereffects from your orgasm. Your pussy is still sensitive, but you take him eagerly once again, squeezing as he reaches the hilt.
As much as pleasure wants you to close your eyes, when you find his gaze looking at you, you’re unable to look away. Your hands make way to his hair, pulling along the strands as he fucks you restlessly from this angle; skin on skin slapping with the force of hips. Your legs wrap around him, and he suddenly catches you off guard as he captures your lips with his own.
Despite the roughness of his fucking, he kisses you heavily with a passion you’d never experienced before. His tongue plays with your own and you hear the way his breathing changes as his groans turn more into soft whines in your mouth.
“Shit Y/N, I’m going to come soon,” he whispers against your mouth as you hold him close.
“I want you to come for me,” you encourage, nodding up at him, “Come inside of me Jungkook please.”
Jungkook crashes his lips against yours once more as his pace suddenly turns brutal as he chases his high. Your pussy is aching as it clinches against his hard length and it seemingly does the job as Jungkook suddenly announces he’s coming, a mix of moans and groans into your mouth as he slows down his thrusts.
Again, you and Jungkook share another kiss that feels a little too intimate for the situation at hand. He holds onto you just as tight as you hold onto him as he softens inside of you before he pulls out completely. Suddenly you feel a little too hollow, though his grip in your hair grounds you.
He pulls away, caressing hair away from your forehead, “That was amazing,” he admires the sweat built up on your face, “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” you give him a smile as you do the same, brushing some of his sweaty hair back from his forehead.
Before he rolls off of you, he gives you one more kiss. When he pulls away, he suddenly gets up from the bed quickly, your eyes only following his frame as you try to catch your breath. He disappears only for a moment before he comes back with a small towel.
He sits on his knees in front of you, widening your legs to clean you up gently. Once he’s done with the towel, his eyes drop to the black heels which have remained on your feet the entire time. He snickers before grabbing your left foot, undoing the laces that climb up your ankles. With one shoe off, he kisses the inside of your ankle before moving to your right foot.
“Foot fetish, huh?” you tease him as he removes your second shoe.
He glances, meeting your gaze before a smirk spreads across his face, “Why? Do I need to?”
Both of you laugh and you kick his side playfully before he finally lays back down beside you. He keeps his grip tight on you as he pulls you close to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, hand coming to rest on top of his chest tattoo.
As blissful as the moment was, your mind (and heart) was racing. You glance up and Jungkook is already looking at you, his fingers brushing against your scalp.
“What?” you ask him, fighting the heat that wants to rise to your cheeks under his doe-eyed gaze.
He shrugs lazily, “I meant it… that was incredible.”
You look away, not embarrassed by the praise but just unable to keep his intense eye contact.
“What time is it?” you ask. The room is now quiet and it’s not uncomfortable, but you weren’t sure where to go from here.
Jungkook gives you a confused look before chuckling, “Does it matter?”
You hesitantly push yourself up from his chest, clutching the sheet to your chest, “I should probably get back to my room.”
Jungkook is quick to reach out and grab your arm, “What? No,” he caresses your skin gently, “Stay with me tonight.”
The words take you aback. His big eyes are fucked out and tired, but they look at you with an admiration and beauty you haven’t experienced in a long time.
“A-are you sure?” you ask him, still maintaining the distance between you two, “I don’t know if I should,” you tell him truthfully.
He moves his hand up to your shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing in disappointment, “Don’t do this now, Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I want you here. Sure, we just had amazing sex, but I want to get more than that out of you.”
“Really?” you retort, your body relaxing at his words.
“Yes, of course,” he pauses, licking his lips, “I like you a lot Y/N… please, stay.”
“But Jungkook,” your fingernails have now begun tracing the intricate pattern of his chest tattoo, “What about the tour? We technically work together—”
“I know Y/N,” he interrupts gently, his hand coming up to find the one on his chest, “And I know the risks, but I think you could be worth it. We’ll talk about anything you want to tomorrow, alright? I promise. Just stay with me tonight.”
As you gaze down at this beautiful man, your heart swells in your chest. You’d been so nervous to cross this bridge with him, but it seemed he was willing to help you across the way in any shape or form.
You give him a small smile before nodding, laying back down beside him in the crook of his arm.
“You’re very persuasive,” you mutter and he chuckles underneath your touch.
Jungkook suddenly pushes you on your back, “Good, because I wasn’t done with you anyways.”
Your laugh his captured between his lips as he crawls back on top of you.
~
The next morning had been rough from the alcohol and late-night shenanigans with Jungkook, but he had made it slightly better by getting you two coffee and giving you two more orgasms before 11 AM. There was a scheduled two-and-a-half-week break until the next show of the tour on a different continent. Jungkook invited you to spend it with him at his home back in Seoul. Initially you thought the request was crazy, but after that second orgasm, you’d realize you would be stupid not to go with him.
As you finally make your way back to your own hotel room to pack up and switch your departing flight to Seoul, Sana nearly jumps you as you cross the threshold.
“Oh my god! Where have you been and please tell me it’s where I think you’ve been?!”
You can’t hold in your laughter and fire heating your cheeks as you hold your hands up, “Guilty.”
Sana jumps up and gives you the biggest hug you’ve ever had from her, squealing in solidarity.
“Oh my god!” she says, “How was it? How big is he? Are you doing it again?”
You push her away and roll your eyes, “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you stick your tongue out at her, “But I may or may not be spending the next two-week break with him in Seoul.”
Sana’s jaw slacks open at the revelation, “What?!”
You nod, realizing how insane it sounds out loud, but you knew there was something between you two that needed to be explored, and not just in the confines of a hotel with every member, staff, and dancer on the tour.
Sana begins to clap, clearly amused, “Damn… your vagina must have powers.”
You let out a guttural laugh and as much as you wanted to push away the comment, you couldn’t help but shrug your shoulders, resigning her words.
You give her a smile, shrugging nonchalantly. Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your hand and it’s a message from Jungkook.
[Jeon Jungkook] i miss you already 😔
You quickly reply.
[You] I left 10 minutes ago…
[Jeon Jungkook] exactly… it’s been too long
You glance back up Sana who looks at you with bewilderment.
CW: suggestive jokes (Matsukawa, Suna, Osamu a little)
MATSUKAWA’s sprawled on the couch, waiting to see the new outfit you bought. You had excitedly texted him before coming home, hiding the contents of your bag as you ran to change. It’s been a few minutes when he teasingly calls out, “You okay in there, babe? Need help?”
“No, actually I don’t, Issei,” you reply before walking out of the master bathroom. You do a slow turn, smoothing out the fabric that seems to hug you in the most perfect way.
“Oh goddamn.” Issei gets up so fast he stumbles on the rug beneath him and slips onto the wooden floor.
“I don’t know when i’m gonna wear this, but it’s really nice, right?”
“Really fuckin' nice,” he agrees, grinning. “Respectfully and in love with you, I humbly ask, do you want to immediately get out of this and make out right now?”
IWAIZUMI looks up when he hears the changing room door open. You’re fixing the waist of your outfit, and don’t notice the way his eyes widen. He whispers under his breath, “Holy fuck.”
“Haji, do you think it’s too much for the dinner? I know it’s ‘just your old teammates’ but, like, i want to look good,” you explain.
Hajime’s gaze softens and he clears his throat before standing. “No, it’s perfect. You look…you look perfect.”
You smile and it’s all he can do to stop himself from covering his face and groaning. Trying to contain himself, he sighs. “Oikawa’s going to say something about you looking better than me, and I won’t even be able to disagree.”
The sound of your laughter fills the air, and it seems to take your boyfriend’s breath away. “Well, we better get something just as good for you then.”
KUROO almost drops his keys walking through the front door.
“Tetsu, you’re back early.”
“God, please don’t tell me I forgot about a super important event tonight.” He sounds both panicked and in awe, mind in shambles at the sight of you. You open your mouth to speak, but Tetsuro's faster.
“Wait, don’t tell me,”—he speeds toward you—“before I die, I want you to know you look incredible, and I’ll gladly be your poorly-dressed accessory for the night.” There’s a joking strain to his voice, and he sniffs before bringing leaning against you.
“Tetsu.” You laugh and pat his back. “There’s nothing happening, I just bought a new outfit and wanted to try it on.”
The messy-haired man lets out a noise between a relieved sigh and groan. Feeling safer, Tetsuro to look at you, now able to fully appreciate the sight. “Thank god. I’m gonna count that as the second win of the night then 'cause seriously, you look so good right now.”
ATSUMU’s in the middle of fixing his tie when you walk into the bedroom. Your reflection joins his in the floor-length mirror, and he freezes with wide eyes.
You turn from side to side and smile. “What do you think?”
Atsumu’s tie is half-done when he turns to face you. He puts a hand to his forehead. “Am I dead? Are you an angel here to take me away?”
You snort and approach him to finish tying his tie. “I’m gonna take that as a ‘you look good, babe,’ then.”
“Just good? Baby, I think ’m sweating. Maybe cryin’ a little.”
“Tsumu—”
“Uh-uh, don’t say my name. I might explode.”
You laugh, face warm from his praise; his own flustered state keeps him from noticing yours. Atsumu shakes his head again, as if to get out of a haze. “You know what, let’s go. Yeah, let’s go now before I keep you all t’myself. We’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”
OSAMU lets out a low whistle as you walk into the living room, eyes scanning you up and down. He gets up from the couch, and places his hands on your hips. “Y’sure you have to go out tonight?”
“Samu.”
He laughs at your pointed look and puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m kidding, hon. You look stunning, though.”
Rolling your eyes, you thank him. “C’mon, I’m gonna be late if we don’t go now.”
You walk to the door, but Osamu thinks back to the evening’s weather forecast. “You aren’t bringing a jacket?”
“Hm? Nah, we’re gonna be inside.” Putting on your shoes, you don’t bother looking at him to reply. Blindsided, you stumble by the weight that suddenly drapes over your shoulders. You know Osamu's favourite jacket from anywhere, and you stand properly so he can fix it on you.
He leans over to kiss your temple and mumbles in your ear, “Now you’ll be warm and everyone will remember we’re dating.”
SUNA snakes his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. “Hi, babe.”
“Rin! When did you get here?”
“A couple of minutes ago. Beelined for you after Tsumu shoved a drink in my hand.”
You laugh and he smiles before registering what you’re wearing. He takes a sip from his drink while scanning the new look. “This what you bought on saturday?”
“Hm? Yeah, it’s really nice, right?”
Rin looks between you and the glass in his hand. “If I didn’t have manners, I would’ve thrown this glass and made out with you.”
You roll your eyes and hit his stomach, pretending that his words didn’t make your stomach flip. “Why can’t you compliment me like a normal person?”
Rin takes no offense, instead maneuvering so he can hold his drink while wrapping his other arm around you. He squeezes you, grinning when you yelp. “‘One, cause you look hot, and two, where’s the fun in that?”
SAKUSA’s fingers slip from his cuff button again, earning a huff and frown from him. “Omi, are you ready?”
“Yeah, can you just help me w—” he turns to the sound of your voice and pauses. The new outfit you told him about makes his heart skip a beat, and he almost forgets about his own suit predicament.
“With what? Oh, the button?” You make your way over to help, Kiyoomi still the entire time “There ya go.”
“You look incredible,” is the first thing he says instead of thank you.
“Huh? Oh, I—thank you. You look very handsome.”
There’s a beat of silence as Kiyoomi weighs the pros and cons of going out. He nearly frowns. “Completely related, am I allowed to be rude if anyone tries to flirt with you?”
HINATA spits out his drink and chokes a little. “Oh my–oh my god, sorry, I—”
“Shoyo?” you speed over, concerned but also trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah? I’m so fine,” he says, flushed face saying otherwise. (Whether it’s from the choking, embarrassment, or your outfit, you’re not too sure.) Then, as if he wasn’t choking a few seconds earlier, he starts showering you in compliments.
“Anyway,”—he clears his throat—”you look great, babe. like, like it really screams 'you,' you know? I bet everyone’s gonna be jealous of me.”
You tilt your head, chest warm from his praise. “Oh really? Of you, mister professional volleyball player?”
Shoyo mirrors you and tilts his head as if you’ve asked a silly question. “Well, yeah? 'Cause you look this good and I get to date you.”
TSUKISHIMA’s not great with compliments, and he always wants to kick himself in the ass for it when it comes to you.
You look at him standing a couple feet behind you in the mirror. “I think I like this one better. What do you think, Kei?”
Biting his lip, he looks to the side and clears his throat. “It looks good.”
He can feel you staring and fiddles with the hem of his shirt. You prod again, “You sure? You don’t think it’s missing something?”
Mustering up some strength, Kei glances at your wary expression and lets out a breath. “No, I promise. You look great, and this is the best thing you could have chosen.”
You smile, and his gaze softens a fraction before he’s back to being Tsukishima—“Are you ready now? Because we’re going to be late if we keep standing here, and the group chat’ll blow up our phones.”
synopsis: you & namjoon have been inseparable since kindergarten. as you navigate through college life that bond continues with pretty kisses and set routines. when you're in a bad mood on a busy day, namjoon has to remind you to not act out.
warnings: 8k words, no usage of y/n, somewhat underground!bts, touches of dom/sub relationship, brat tamer!namjoon, bratty/spoiled! reader, hyperfem! reader, fingering, reader is described as “little” and namjoon “big” but only in height, spanking, face slapping, reprimanding, car sex, exhibitionism (only for the foreplay,) oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, praise, mating press, rough & unprotected sex, creaming, choking, hair pulling, backshots, very mean!namjoon, calls himself daddy towards the end, he has a filthy mouth, size kink, AGAIN...
ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ. author's note: repost from my old account. luv joon & his short hair so that’s what i’m referring to >.<
since the first "get to know you" day of kindergarten, you and kim namjoon have been inseparable. having clicked as soon as a light blue clad joon's eyes met pastel pink and bows you during lunch time.
he could vividly remember the sloppily written lettering of your name on the small "hello, my name is" sticker laid prettily on your left shoulder, the thick curls of your hair pulled back into a ponytail with pink ribbon decorating the base.
the way your eyes lit up as you opened your hello kitty lunch box to find it full of sweets and a quick, homemade meal with chicken cut up into the shape of a bunny. watching as you pushed the box between the two of you to share, chubby cheeks stuffed to the brim.
though, he loved to leave out the part where he cried as the school day came to a close, balling a tiny yet impossibly tight fist into the fabric of your dress to the point where he had to be pried away by his eomma and promised that he'd see you the next day.
as time went on and in middle school came, you two would be seen attached at the hip: walking to school together with namjoon carrying your bag and tying your shoes, bringing you to class, and so forth and so on.
it was safe to say that from then on, the pair of you had wreaked havoc on each of the poor teachers of your school careers; gossiping in the back of class, being utterly unproductive during group projects, and many, many others that led to weeks spent in the library after school for detention.
see, as you graduated to high-school nothing changed.
sure you'd grown far maturer and became introduced to a world full of negative influences, but the bond between you two never wavered. the red ribbon of fate still connects you thoroughly by the pinky finger.
namjoon became captain of the robotics team and you a cheerleader, but your set routine as best-friends lingered—strengthening even.
he began growing protective, seeing as you were the same pretty little innocent thing you'd been since elementary, still dressed in pink and bows but now catching the unwanted attention of the outside world.
and when rumors of the two of you being together found themselves slithering into the minds of the student body, joon didn't do a thing to stop them, reveling in the comfort it gave him with assurance of your safety.
it even landed you a golden spot in the high-school yearbook of superlatives, both your names written in bold letters under 'Most Likely to Stay Together After Graduation.'
and stay together is exactly what you did.
fast forward to your senior year of college, it's the first semester and you and namjoon share a small yet comfortably luxe apartment in the heart of seoul, decorated to a distinct mixture of the two of you—lots of greenery and wooden accents for namjoon with pink throw pillows and hello kitty shaped plant pots for you.
it's endearing, seeing traces of your familiarity and passion like a juxtaposition throughout the home. wouldn't want it any other way.
about nine thirty is when you pop up out of bed, your hair strewn about your head askew to the left, proof of your habit of being quite the wild sleeper.
you make quick work of hopping the shower and starting your daily routine, lathering yourself in your favorite honey vanilla lotion and layering the scent with a lightly scented perfume.
by the time you throw on a matching set and your favorite robe, fuzzy slippers on your cold feet before trudging into the living room, you catch sight of namjoon bare chested with a pair if oversized plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist, a watering pot in hand as he tends to the plants he likes to call your children.
the morning sun beams brightly between the white, linen curtains of the room, the harsh light bothering your eyes and makes you bring a nimble hand up to try and block it out whilst grimacing.
"and she finally awakes. morning, baby," he smiles, eyes low but ever so expressive as he looks at you with nothing short of adoration.
"there's tea and oatmeal for you on the counter. go on and eat for me, okay?" namjoon's always been a morning person, finding himself awake at the ass-crack of dawn to read, meditate, and do a little bit of writing here and there.
so it doesn't surprise you that he's chipper so early, cheesing, voice a little louder than intended. though, it does make you grumble with annoyance and pout, mood sour as your head pounds.
not saying much as you walk to the marbled island counter that sits dead smack in the center of the kitchen, your kuromi mug steaming from the peach tea he'd made and next to it, a brown wooden bowl and spoon filled with warm oatmeal that's topped with berries, honey, and vanilla granola—just to your preference.
"remember, we have to stop by the studio to meet up with the guys today," he's calling out to you. "gotta leave out by eleven."
"i know, joon," you grumble, snarky and mean but you really don't mean it. you just weren't feeling the best and your words escape you without the slightest thought of how they might sound.
"don't start. fix the attitude before we leave out," he says, voice stern and commanding as he washes his hands, drying them before leaning back onto his palms when he goes to glare at you shoveling food into your mouth.
you pause, cheeks round and swollen with oatmeal. "'m just tired."
"i know, princess. once we get back home, you can take the rest of the day resting up," he's promising, kissing your forehead from across the counter, and reassuring you that it'll be quick.
you hum and namjoon finds it all too amusing when you stomp your little self over to the sink, sulking and pouting as you wash out your dishes.
it takes everything in him not to take matters into his own hands and straighten you out right then and there. spanking your lil ass raw 'till you remember your manners but it's early, and hopefully the combination of food in your system and sun on your skin puts you in a better mood.
you drag your feet up the stairs, the sound of your slippers scrapping against the wooden flooring making him groan. "pick up your feet," he says, scowling when you merely put your middle finger up in his direction.
that's strike one.
at the vanity situated on your side of the room specifically dedicated to you and your makeup process, you sniff whilst putting the finishing touches to your beat: gold highlighter in your inner corners and a black wing on the outer, pink blush on your cheeks. you put extra attention on your makeup today, hoping that it would help with your mood.
just a heads up, it didn't.
namjoon stands dressed in all black: a pull over hoodie with a white tank underneath that's peeking out at the bottom, oversized, black sweatpants, a leather bomber jacket, and pairs it with low top, nike blazer courts. he leans against the door frame with crossed arms, admiring as you line your lips with brown and fill the inside with pink gloss.
"how are you feeling," he asks as he makes his way toward you, hands grasping onto your shoulders when he stands behind your chair. you make eye contact in the mirror, him almost immediately catching sight of your lip jutting out on instinct.
"do you think i look pretty?" you disregard his prior question, responding with your own because you need confirmation on days that you feel like shit.
he smiles at your reflection, bending down to speak into your ear and takes pride in seeing your reaction. squirming in your seat. "the fuckin' prettiest, baby."
"do you really think so?" he coos at your round eyes that stare back into his within the mirror. “or are you only saying it because you have to?”
"i know so, my love.”
you commend him for his efforts but it just wasn't enough. you were too far deep.
"god, i just want this day to fucking end," you say and it makes joon press his lips together and you know why. he's always hated when you cursed, believing that pretty girls shouldn't say ugly words, and he's right, usually is. but right now, you're blind to what differentiates ugly from pretty.
the angel on your shoulder tells you to revert back to old ways, fall into line and be his good girl for the day, but the devil on the opposite reigns supreme, poking and stabbing at namjoon's buttons that are clearly lined with the warning, "do. not. touch." it’s just so tempting.
"what'd i say about today?" you hear his voice ask, eyes now low and mean, just waiting for you to give him reason to take you over his lap. you're working your way up to strike two. just about one and a third now.
"to not act out and to fix my attitude." you roll your eyes as you recite the words, standing before nudging him out of the way so you could get pass. grabbing your bag, you leave the room with knitted brows. "ugh."
it takes namjoon a moment to gather himself. you hear him speak a few sharp words under his breath before bringing the skin of his lip between his teeth to stop himself, feeling the pot start to boil with each passing moment. but he breathes, tells himself that this run should be quick, the faster it goes, the quicker he can get you in bed and figure out a way to make this tantrum go away.
joon can't help the clenching of his jaw, chewing on his tongue as he heads downstairs, your jacket in his hand. taking care of you, he helps you work your arms into the sleeves of it: his old letterman jacket from highschool in which his name decorates the back with the number "7" underneath it. ironic, right?
his eyes peer down at you when he goes to open the door for you, shutting it and making sure to lock it once you know you have everything, because you're known for leaving things behind and throwing an absolute fit once you realize.
there's been so many times where you've been late for reservations, gathering, events, because fifteen minutes into the ride, you're only then noticing that you left your lip gloss on the kitchen counter and proceed to cry until he's forced to drive back to get it.
the boys have always told him that he's spoiled you rotten. giving you anything you could ever ask for at the drop of the dime just because he likes it when you're smiling from ear to ear. he's been giving you your way for the longest because you're so pretty when you look up at him with awaiting eyes.
it's been so long catering to you, expecting everything to fall into the palms of your hands. it's gotten so bad that whenever you hear the word 'no' directed towards you, you're immediately storming off and throwing a hissy fit.
it's not your fault for being princess, is what he likes to say. trying to justify both his and your actions but when push comes to shove, there's no other possible outcome other than being faced with the fact that you're a spoiled little brat and it's ultimately his fault.
that's why you huff when he goes to grab at the passenger side door handle just so that you wouldn't have to—just because you know you've got him so tightly wrapped around your pinkie finger.
he tugs at it, waiting for you to tuck your head under the frame and when you don't, he's bringing his free hand to the crown of your head, pressing down to force you into the plush of the seat as if he were a cop detaining a suspect before slamming the door shut.
there's nothing that you want more than to curl up into a ball and run back into the comfort of your own home, hands tightening into little fists and they rest on your thighs.
you can't help but take notice on the way namjoon's jaw bulges from its clinching, pearly white teeth grinding because he's this fucking close to being mean. this close to leaving you crying because that's the way you're trying to make him feel—like a fucking asshole.
he doesn't understand it. namjoon can't see to understand for the life of him how a girl so pretty can be so utterly filled with the overwhelming urge to be such a brat despite getting everything she's ever asked.
you wanna go out shopping for your girls trip next month? one that he's funding? yeah of course, he's holding your bags and trailing behind an empty handed you from store to store.
you've been looking at that one dior bag for the longest, right? the next day, you see a pretty box wrapped up in a pink bow with a bouquet of dozens of your favorite flowers resting in the bed when you come back from your weekly luxury spa visit.
but when he asks you for one thing. that being to put your attitude aside for just a couple hours, he's met with nothing. nada. zilch.
it infuriates him. the sweet, round faced namjoon with a thick wallet and a means to please you starting to fade into the version of himself who doesn't put up with your bullshit and isn't afraid of putting you in your place.
it's a rarity that you're in trouble—or even falling close to it. he's always been patient with you, able to talk to you in just the right tone to hold you off. gets your head floating and molding you until you break away from that more brattier side of you.
it's easy to do but quite frankly, namjoon is becoming fed up with your shit.
the night before, you had been fine. he'd held you in his arms, kissed both sets of your lips as a reward, whispered in your ear sweet nothings until your eyes fluttered shut. everything was perfect. absolutely what could've changed overnight?
when he made it to the driver's side of the car, lips pursed shut and pads of two fingers to the feature as he pulled out of the parking spot, you found yourself practically compressed against the passenger side door, head leaning against the cool glass, trying to melt and camouflage into it.
you know he still cares when he motions with his fingers and tells you to put something on the radio, eyes never moving from their position on the road.
and you do so, otw by khalid sounding from the speakers. it's mellowing, soothing. has the knot at the small of your back diminishing, making you sigh as you watch the blur of tall buildings and street lights shoot past you.
it's a fairly quick ride to the studio, being midday on a tuesday, everyone's already at work so traffic is minimal. namjoon's easily able to put an extra force behind his foot on the gas, weaving in and out of lanes because the streets are pretty much dead.
parking in the small lot situated at the back of the building, joon takes a look to his right to see you dozed off. eyes closed, hands folded in your lap whilst your neck bends uncomfortably to the right.
gently, he rests his hand on the side of your face, softly hoisting you up before unbuckling your seatbelt. "mama, we're here," he speaks just above what describes a whisper.
it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, squinting once they finally open before you realize a tense groan. "mm, joon, can i just stay in here," you ask, comfortable in your spot. it's not like you were going to do anything in there but sit off to the side. could he just let you be?
"i don't know how long i'll be here for. you have to come in," he's saying, shaking his head back and forth. one good look at the way your face morphs into an unfitting scowl, he knows he's gonna have to take a different approach.
he removes his keys from the ignition, stepping out of the car before he's rounding the hood and making his way to your side. you watch as he opens the passenger door, leaning his body forward to where his upper half is in the frame, face now leveled with your own and just a few inches away. so close that you can smell the mint on his breath.
"don't get in here acting a fucking fool," he says, gripping into your chin when you go to turn your head the opposite way. his tone catches you off guard. only then do you realize that he's had it about up to here with you.
you pull your face away from his, only to get back a thick hand wrapping around your neck, fingers pressing into the base tightly to have you drawing closer and closer. his lips ghost your own as he's growing more stern and stern. "do it, and see what happens. i'll embarrass you."
"okay, joon." your eyes water, but he knows it isn't real. big, fat crocodile tears because you know its his weakness. you think they'll work but he's too far deep, grabbing your hands to guide you from the car's seat.
still, your lip is jutted out in a pout, allowing for yourself to be pulled up to the stairs of the studio, dark double doors opening before you in which you're stepping into with your free hand pulled into a fist.
the other six that make up bangtan are already situated in their designated booth, engaged in playful banter as they wait for the leader.
upon walking into the room and immediately catching sight of two free chairs seated to the far left that you just know namjoon will be pushing you into, you quickly decide against it when you see an empty chair next to jimin. you're then pulling your hand from his larger one to make a beeline directly to it.
he cuts his eyes, leaving the situation alone for now. he'll let you think you've gotten under his skin when in reality, you're just digging yourself deeper into a problem you'll have to face once you get home.
at this point, it's inevitable.
jimin stifles a laugh when you make your way over. pretty face balled up tightly and he thinks you resemble an angry little bunny. "hi, pretty," he greets, smiling when you sit and wave.
"hyung, what'd you do to her," jungkook turns to ask namjoon, a ball point pen pressed to his small notebook in which holds the lyrics of their upcoming album. "looks just about ready to knock someone's head clean off."
that makes them all laugh and you have to grab onto the underside of the chair to stop yourself from calling an uber and leaving. pronto.
its humiliating when namjoon chuckles, sitting down and making himself comfortable on the couch in which yoongi and hoseok does too, legs parted with his arms crossed at his roomy chest. "she wouldn't swat at a fly, let alone lay hands on somebody," he speaks, having zero regard for the way you glare at him from the other side of the room.
you want to say something, want to argue back with a sharp tongue and harsh words but namjoon's voice back in the car played repeatedly in your mind, the look in his eye when he grabbed onto your throat. it was grounding enough to have you pursing your lips to keep them shut.
leaning back in your chair, you pull out your phone, your case glimmers and gleams, rhinestones catching onto the iridescent light illuminating the room, and namjoon watches as you type, biting down on his tongue while a smile forms on your pretty lips.
you're typing away to someone with eager eyes, fingers tapping and your nails clanking against the screen and it drives joon mad. so utterly and completely insane. it's a little irrational but you probably could've blinked in the wrong way and his top would pop the fuck off.
you've made his patience wear dangerously thin. just a little more pressure until it snaps.
an hour and a half passes, full of paperwork signing and a few touch ups to certain tracks here and there. at least forty-five minutes of it was spent with you giggling under your breath at whatever pops up on your for you page and direct messages from friends.
a few times, you even tilted your screen into jimin's direction in between topics to show something you found funny in which he would always watch and chuckle before shooting a quick glance into his hyung's direction, welcomed with the sight of slitted eyes and a clenched jaw, and he's quick to put two and two together.
when yoongi finishes playing the tracklist for their new album, bangtan decides to call it quits, even so much as setting up an impromptu hotpot and karaoke night for celebration amongst the guys.
but unfortunately for you, namjoon has other plans. "can i rain check tonight," he asks before continuing. "i have to have to get home and do some work around the house."
your eyebrows shoot up, dropping your phone into your lap to look at him incredulously knowing damn well it's a lie, but you keep your mouth shut and wait until they exchange words, saying that it’s no problem and to get home safely.
"don't touch me," you say, wincing when namjoon tightly grips onto your forearm, neck bulging with veins as he seethes.
you're done for.
each of his buttons are pressed, control switches in gear—set in stone. there's no running or hiding because now, you're on strike three and no amount of faux tears can get you out of the lesson you're about to get taught.
"walk or i'll throw your lil ass over my shoulder," he says, voice deep, demanding, and leaving no room for back talk, and you can't make space, either. "and i dare you to try it. i really fuckin' do."
it has you pressing one foot in front of the other, legs shaky whilst your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. seems you might've bitten off way more than you could chew.
you and jimin lock eyes and immediately you're met with a smile so sickly sweet because he knows that'll be that last touch of gentle you'll get. the dark glint in his hyung's eyes tells him everything he needs to know.
you're fucked. both literally and figuratively.
good luck, he mouths over before you're being dragged out of the studio by the intense grip on your arm. you'll need it.
you shake in namjoon's hold, back flexing away from his touch when his hand moves to the back of your neck, clutching tightly. it's grounding. keeping your head from straying too far from the harsh reality of the situation at hand.
"been acting out your fuckin' ass all day," he speaks, fumbling with his keys to press the unlock button. but he waits to put you in the car, turning you around so that you face him.
you're able to see the skin of his forehead crease in annoyance, his thin eyebrows that arch with anger, and his lips that utter sharp words.
"you're being mean, joonie. don't be mean to me," you say, thinking it's gonna get you somewhere but news flash: it doesn't.
"i'm being mean," he laughs but it's humorless. tongue drawing circle on the wall of his inner cheek to stop himself from causing a scene. “you've been mean to me this entire morning and when you finally get me to where you've wanted, i'm being mean?"
"get in the fuckin' car." when you go to interject, he's grabbing your face, digging his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks so that your lips jut out in a pout. "don't talk to me."
he then nudges you away, going to round the trunk till he's getting situated into the driver's seat, not even opening your door like the gentleman he is. because right now, fiery hot annoyance bubbles within him and he's ready to put you in your place. asap.
you huff as you get into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut at your side before your arms are crossing over your chest that heaves, pretty tits pressed against your forearms and it takes everything in namjoon not to pull your top down and suck on your pebbled nipples right then and there.
"don't slam my doors. you know how i feel about that," he speaks, not bothering to look at you because he knows it'll have him crumbling. he needs you to learn. to learn that there's a time and place for everything. and the day that he actually needs to get things done is absolutely not one of them.
"i honestly don't care," you say, looking out the window so that you wouldn't have to face namjoon's intimidating eyes. "wouldn't be slamming shit if you just left me home."
that's when you feel the press of namjoon's nike clad foot to the gas pedal. "you keep talkin'," he grunts out when the driver beside him honks, continuing when he bobs the lanes in order to get around them. "keep fuckin' digging a hole you can't cry yourself out of."
"but imma tear your lil ass up when we get home. don't even worry about it."
your lips part into a silent gasp, eyes widening. "what, that's not even fair. you've been acting like an asshole to me all day! i just wanted to stay home and get some rest because my head was fucking pounding, namjoon."
"i asked you to do one thing. one thing only. gave you tylenol, fed you, and asked you to do one thing as simple as be good and you do the exact opposite." his fingers tighten around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. "and now you wanna cry wolf because you're in trouble."
he's chuckling, low in a deep rumble from the center of his chest. you can feel the irritation bubbling up, rising to his neck in the form of stubborn veins and its suffocating. too much.
it's only when the car slows to a stop at a red light when namjoon acknowledges you, looking in your direction with mean eyes. "get in the backseat," he's saying as he presses down on the lock of your seatbelt, hearing the familiar 'click!' before he's roughing you up. "hurry the fuck up."
tears swell your eyelids at his tone. "stop cursing at me," you retaliate, voice small though the increasingly wet patch in your panties is thick, filled with arousal because the duality of him has you spinning. it's satiating.
"you only seem to listen when i speak to you like this so get in the fucking backseat. now."
it has you scrambling, your miniskirt catching onto the rounds of your ass when you go to climb over the center console and into the back, legs feeling like jelly but it feels so good.
the light turns green and off joon goes, speeding down the streets but one arm reaches behind his seat that's already slightly pushed back to accommodate his size, making it easy for his hand to grasp onto your ankles placing them onto the console before he's pulling down your skirt, never removing his eyes from the road.
he’s always been good at multitasking.
"get her ready for me," he says and now it's crazily obvious why he put you there. the backseat windows are tinted, only being able to see out but not the other way around. it blocks the view of inside the car, giving the perfect place to have you spread out and completely at his mercy.
you give him what he wants without needing further instruction, fingers shooting down to pull inside the skimpy cloth you call underwear and immediately being met with cool air directly on your clit. it makes a shiver run up your spine before you're spreading your pussy lips open, fingers in the shape of a ‘v’ as they glisten with your honeyed slick.
sucking in a breath through your front teeth in the form of a hiss, you and namjoon lock eyes in the overhead mirror, and it makes you gasp when his free hand slaps at your clit, palm hitting repetitively until you squirm.
"joon, joonie, i'm sorry, baby," you whine and hiccup, closing your legs over his hand, leaving it between your thighs that spasm from the sensitivity of your clit. but you forget namjoon's strong, easily able to get himself out of it by nudging them apart with his elbow as if it was nothing.
"hold them the fuck open. stop playing with me," he speaks and it's so mean but nonetheless has you growing wetter and wetter with each passing moment.
you put your forearms underneath the backs over your knees, toes curling when they press up against the seats up front. so undeniably spread open that it's degrading.
simultaneously, your fingers resume their thumbing at your pussy, tips catching at your entrance before dipping in, making room for the thickness of namjoon's dick that's soon to come.
the squelching is obscene, loud over joji's 'night rider.' your pussy talks, singing along to the beat that plays lowly through the speakers. you wish you could block out the sound, finding it embarrassing as is.
the pace you build up is slow but ever so needy, clenching around your digits and they drag in and out before scissoring, stretching it out. but you need more, need to feel namjoon. have him inside you.
so you beg, plead, "please, joon. touch me, please. i'm so sorry." tears run down your face, eyeliner dripping already because you've never been able to handle what you dish out, and namjoon finds it funny. the irony.
the way you're so quick to break, being so apologetic and sweet when beforehand you were nothing close. again, namjoon can't help but laugh.
"you already crying?" and in response, you nod your head, still fucking yourself as you spew. "i'm so sorry. i-i didn't mean it."
his hand finds home between your legs and you think he's gonna slip his fingers in but are sadly mistaken when another forceful slap is laid to your cunt. "shut up. i don't want to hear any of that shit. you wanted this so deal with it."
"but—"
he cuts you off before you can get the rest of your words out. "but nothing. hush." by then, he's already pulling into the garage, car being placed in park.
but when he goes to step out, he merely uses the control gears on the side of the seat to maneuver it closer to the steering wheel, providing more space for him to join you in the backseat.
when he rounds the trunk of the blacked out audi, pushing himself into the seat behind the passenger's side, he's pulling you to him, legs dangling off the side of his wide shoulders. "been acting up all day," he mumbles, lips puckering up but they don't meet the ones north. they trail downward, latching onto your clit, sucking so that he can feel it rub against his tongue.
you moan, back arching against the coolness of his dark interior, hands trying to clutch onto him, to push or pull, give some sort of relief to the emptiness of you but he's grabbing your wrists, pinning them to your stomach. "you don't get to touch me," he speaks, the breath from his words battering up against your core, leaving you shaky and defenseless.
he licks a stripe before spitting, messy in the way he eats because he wants you dripping, easy enough to slide in and out of without working up a sweat. namjoon plans on wrecking your shit, leave you walking funny for days, a reminder that pretty girls don't cry when they get what they deserve.
you have no choice but to sit there and feel him spit, suck, lick, repeat, over and over again, the sound of his smacking and you gushing loud in your ears until your muscles flex, ankles crossing over one another behind namjoon's necks, the heels of your feet digging into his back.
"stay right there. please, please, please," you cry, hands thrashing in his unrelenting hold and best believe your pleas aren't anywhere near quiet. it has him bringing his free hand up to your mouth, middle and ring fingers tapping on your glossy lips.
you know what he wants, so like the good girl you're trying so hard to be, you open, letting the pads of his fingertips rest heavily on your tongue before you're wrapping your lips around them, tongue swirling around the length of them as a welcome.
he's momentarily given you a reason to shut up, fucking your mouth with his fingers whilst he eats your pussy like it's the last supper. namjoon has always found pleasure in pleasuring you, loving the way you tasted like honey on his tongue, the way your moans would pull him in like a siren would a sailor. it was a danger, the way you had him wrapped around your little finger.
your thighs tighten around his head in which he's blind to, the sharp strands of his buzz cut poking at the sensitive skin there but still, he never lets up his tongue's dipping into your entrance, licking into your gummy walls that clench as you near your orgasm.
you twitch, gargle around his fingers that press to the back of your throat until you're drooling, unable to speak. but you try, incoherent babbling mixing with the sound of namjoon between your legs.
when your spasms grow quicker, he's forced to let go of your wrists, palm striking down onto your hips that rut on his face, dragging your clit up and down his nose, and it's all too much. way too much. so involuntarily, you're stopped, body pausing in the shock of your orgasm that wrecks through you without warning.
"did i tell you to fuckin' stop? keep going," he spits, spanking your ass and urging your forward, drinking up every bit that pours from you.
the way you bunch up his jacket in tight fists is endearing, almost getting namjoon to reach up and smash his lips onto yours but he stops himself, keeps up his hard exterior because he knows he needs to put you in your place. learn your lesson.
"so good, joon. right there," you whine, head thrown back as he cleans you up with his tongue, lapping up any left over so that he can slide your underwear and skirt back into your lower half before bringing your face up to his with a grounding grip onto the column of your neck.
his lips hover over your own, practically daring you to kiss him. you know better though. his mean gaze on you says that you're in for a real treat, so you wait for him to speak, too scared to break the silence that blankets you.
"you've been out of line ever since you woke the hell up. i'm tired of you acting like you don't know shit."
"but i apologized," you say, eyes round and compliant as you look at him. you're a complete 180 of how you acted this morning. now docile in the way you shrink under his gaze.
his palm smacks against your cheek, stinging hotly but it adds fuel to the fire, makes your stomach full with butterflies. "mhm, but you don't mean it. just saying what you know i want to hear." namjoon's tugging you, putting his muscles to work as they sit you upright. "get out."
he's opening the door, ducking down in order to push himself out of the frame, and he doesn't look back because he knows you'll follow, making sure to press down on the lock button situated on his keys once he hears the shut of the car door.
your hair is messy, matting up in the back because of the friction between the strands and the fabric of the car seats. the wobbliness of your legs lead to the stairs, walking past the threshold and into your home in which namjoon holds the door and waits for you to get in just before gathering the thick strands at the back of your head, using it as leverage to urge you deeper into the home.
you gasp at his handling, his chest clung to your back as he pushes and pulls. you can't help but bring your hand up to his, clutching onto his wrist to try and ease his grip.
his breath is hot on your ear, whispering right into it as he bends forward to meet your level, ass pressed against his upper thighs while the growing bulge in his joggers swells. "by the time i get up those steps, you better be just how i want you."
and you bolt, quick to kick your chunky shoes from your feet and pull the jacket from your arms, left in a little skirt and an oversized soccer jersey, though you don't get time to dwell before rushing to take it all off, left bare save for the pink set of your bra and panties. the thickness of your curls resting at your shoulders.
heavy feet fall onto wooden flooring of the hall, partly creaky, or maybe it was the sound of your heart thumping in your ears. namjoon makes his way closer to your shared bedroom, his own outwear discarded and now left in a white tank and his bottoms.
your eyes are round and glassy when you look at him, regret all over your features because you know you're in for it. the way he rounds the bed to sit at the side of it before beckoning you over to him with the simple gesture of his fingers.
he wrangles you over his lap, right arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place while his left hand rubs at the smooth skin of your ass before striking down, the smack so hard that it has you yelping.
"y'so pretty baby but act so fuckin' bad," he speaks, unwavering when he continues to reprimand you. "make it so hard for me."
“you know i hate seeing you cry.”
you call out for him, grabbing onto his calves for stability, thighs shaking in delicious pain because while it hurts, it feels so good, adding to the slick between your legs. the tears begin to run for the third time in the last half an hour, hands going to push at his but you're being stopped with the one along your waist, pinning your wrists to your lower back.
"you've done enough. be a good girl, would you," he questions but doesn't wait for an answer. "'s exactly why you're in this predicament now." ass perched up while he spanks it raw.
his hits are rough and repeated, taking the time in between to massage them just to take that momentary relief away once more at the bat of an eye. he even slides his finger between your folds to pick up a little bit of your wetness so that he can smear it across your ass.
namjoon's hungrily listening to every whine and scream that he draws from you, his cock unbearably stiff within his boxers, tip leaky and with a pinkened blushed undertone from its neglect.
it's only when he's done with you that he brings it to attention, pulling at the back of your hair to pull your face up level to his, eyeliner dyed tears streaming down your cheeks and he coos, kissing your forehead, but still, never touches your lips.
he knows you need it, the way your eyes are cloudy, waiting for him to get you exactly where it's easy to break to down: giggly and ever so moldable. pushing down your more bratty side and swapping it out for the good girl.
so he places you on the bed, sits you in his previous position whilst he rids himself of his clothes. chest and below bare and tanned with the small ribbon bow tattoo that represents you resting on his left pec, kneeling down just enough so that he can unclamp your bra and discard your panties before pursing his lips to leave a glob of spit catching onto your entrance, adding to your already drenched cunt.
"needed me, baby? you needed me to fill you up to put you in a better mood," he questions. “all you had to do was ask. you’on need to do the extra shit.” bringing a hand to his cock to jerk, standing back to his feet to drag his tip from your clit to the strip of skin just above your puckered hole. he just just keeps doing it, back and forth, up and down, until your grow restless, quivering, advancing to wrap your legs around his hips to bring him closer.
but namjoon easily slides into you and presses his palms to the backs of your knees, pushing so that they rest at either side of your head so that you’re completely folded.
the stretch hurts, makes you vulnerable and at the hands of his mercy but you wouldn't want it any other way, laying the future of your orgasm in his hold because you know he'll cater to you in every way possible.
his hips rut, pelvis to pelvis, heavy balls pressed to the swell of your ass as he digs deeper. and your pussy spasms, hugging him, sucking him in like a whirlpool. it makes namjoon lay his weight onto your chest, picking up his pace.
“slow down,” you whine, lips parted with your head thrown back, he takes one hand from your leg to wrap around your throat, bringing your attention onto him. maintaining gut-churning eye-contact.
"take this shit," he speaks, harsh and cruel. staring into your eyes and it makes you want to shrivel up. "been fuckin' with me all day so take this shit."
“d-didn’t mean to.”
he drops his hips a hurried slam, pounding into you like you owed him something. it was unrelenting. forceful. upon the impact of his dick sliding into you, your body jerks up higher onto the bed.
“mm, look at you. be actin’ all tough in public but as soon as you get on this dick, you go silent.”
leaning over, namjoon puts his thumb onto your bottom lip, sliding it between so that he can pry open your jaw, getting your mouth wide enough so that he can spit directly into your mouth but some inevitably falls onto your cheeks and he seals, smearing it, berry lip gloss smudging while your skin stings.
he laughs in your face, finding you to be the prettiest thing. even when you’re absolutely wrecked. pussy pulsing, titties bouncing, tummy folding, and knees resting beside your head.
“you boutta cream on me,” he asks when he feels you tighten and you nod, spent on the feeling of him splitting you open with a smile on his face. “this your shit. just go ‘head.” namjoon continues to dog you out, watching as the familiar white ring coats his dick at the base and he loves the sight.
before you get the chance to come down from the high of it all, namjoon’s taking matters into his own hands and is once again repositioning you as if it were nothing. the swiftness of it gives you whiplash. he's strong without reason, makes it entirely too easy to turn you to lay on your chest in the middle of the bed, arms behind your back whilst your ass points up, arched impossibly low that it strains your spine.
his palm is pressed to your cheek, pushing your head down into the mattress. one knee to the plush of the bedding while the other is bent with his foot flat as he thrusts entirely too deep.
it's hard hearing the soppiness of you taking him in, hearing your pussy talking back, pleading to take it easy because he's being so rough and you can barely keep up. he leaves you gaping when he pulls out and kisses your clit to see it jump just to push back in with fervor afterward.
with your face forced onto its side, watching through the mirror of your vanity as namjoon loses himself in your warmth, thrusts growing sloppy and straying away from its pattern, you blindly reach behind you, feeling the weight of his dick drilling into you.
"move your hand," he speaks sternly, calling you by name and its grounding. but you can't bring yourself to do it, trying your hardest to intercept his pace by pressing down onto his lower stomach. pretty nails dragging down the skin.
"i can't, joon," you plead, eyes rolling to the back of your head, toes curling. "god, it's too much." you involuntarily break your arch, back hunching, going to stand onto your knees to get namjoon to let up but he doesn’t let you.
pressing down on your back, moving your hand himself and pulling your hips up to get you right back into position he wants you, namjoon isn’t one for mercy as he digs back in. "nah, don't run from it.” he lays a heavy smack to your ass, watching as the flesh jiggles, so he does it again.
and again. and again. and again.
“fuck me back, baby.” he knows you’re gone when you do as he says without hesitation, smiling to himself as he feels his own toes curl. “yeah, you got it. fuck…keep goin’.”
and just like that, you’re back to your old ways. taking everything that he has to offer. throwing your ass back onto him to meet his thrusts. it has him reaching a hand down to pinch and roll your clit between two fingers, building you up so that you’ll be milking him in no time.
“all you wanted. this is all you wanted. you know daddy’s got you, baby,
a few more plunges in and you’re fluttering, cream flowing out of you, running down your thighs, and that causes a ripple effect on namjoon, his balls constricting as he paints your walls white.
and when you shake so much that you're one step away from sliding off the bed, namjoon chuckles before holding onto you tight, laying his sticky chest into your back and grabs the side of your face to smack his lips to yours.
⤷"mini" one-shot!! in which....The perilla leaf debate in general is supposed to be nothing more than a stupid internet argument, until Jungkook nearly starts a war at dinner over Jimin helping you separate yours.
pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
warnings: friends to lovers, jk is down horrendous, jealousy over vegetables, mutual pining, lovesick idiot behavior, perilla leaves almost ruin a friendship, secondhand embarrassment, yearning, jimin stirs the pot for fun, kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, jk loses the perilla leaf war but gets the girl
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The group chat has been blowing up since 4 p.m.
taehyung: pls tell me someone wants to go have dinner tonight. i'm dying of academic boredom
hobi: literally same. i haven't seen sunlight in 3 days
namjoon: i found this place downtown. it's called "korean fusion." wait, i'll send the address.
jimin: i hope everyone is coming... unless i might have to delete a certain someone's animal crossing save files
you: threats??? really???
jk: she's coming
you: umh??? i didn't even answer yet
jungkook: you're coming
The restaurant is the most Instagrammable place you've ever seen, and you would have gotten there faster if your roommate hadn't been in desperate need of moral support over a situationship. You see Jungkook look up at you the second you enter his peripheral vision.
"Finally," Taehyung says.
"Sorry, sorry." You slide into the booth, and there's only one spot left, wedged between Jimin and the wall, directly across from Jungkook. "Emergency friend duties."
"More important than us?" Hobi asks.
"You'll live," you say, but you're not paying attention because Jungkook is still staring at you. Your eyes meet. He doesn't look away. Your stomach flips, and you wonder if you should have done this another day because emotional rollercoasters don't sound like a great idea on an empty stomach.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," you say back.
A few minutes later, the drinks and the banchan arrive. Jungkook is laughing at something Taehyung is saying, beer in hand, but he keeps glancing at you every time you reach for the banchan. You don't notice as you are trying your best to separate the stack of perilla leaves.
"Oh my God," you mutter, trying to separate them with your chopsticks. "Why are they like this?"
"Here," Jimin says, and his chopsticks slide in from your left, holding the stack steady while you pull one free.
"Thank you," you breathe, relieved, and you don't see the way Jungkook's knuckles go white around his glass.
You look up, and Jungkook is staring at Jimin, and it's nothing like the soft, longing looks he's been throwing your way all night. Jimin, oblivious, or perhaps not, hums as he sets the separated leaves on your plate.
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says from across the table. "Pass the garlic?"
Jungkook passes it without looking up.That's when you realize he's staring at the perilla leaves.
Oh.
Oh no.
You know about the perilla leaf debate. Everyone knows about the perilla leaf debate. It's a stupid thing where people argue whether it's okay to help someone else's partner separate their perilla leaves, whether it crosses a line, or not. Usually, usually, it's just internet debates and topics for variety shows.
Jungkook, however, looks like he's about to flip the table.
"So," Jimin says, "how's work been? Did you finish that powerpoint presentation?"
"Yeah, finally," you start to say, but Jungkook cuts in.
"She finished it yesterday," he says, pouring soju into your glass without asking.
Jimin's eyebrows lift. "Did she?"
"Mhm. She texted me at three in the morning," Jungkook says.
Namjoon looks up from his phone. Hobi pauses with his mouth full.
"Jungkook, that's not-" you say, blushing.
"Do you want some meat?" he asks instead, grabbing the kitchen scissors and carefully cutting the grilled pork belly into bite-sized pieces before placing them on your plate.
"Thanks..." you say slowly.
Jimin watches with his head tilted. He looks between you and Jungkook, then back to the perilla leaves.
"Ah," Jimin says softly.
"Ah what?" Taehyung asks.
"Nothing," Jimin says with a grin. He reaches for the perilla leaves again. "Do you want another one? These are really good." His chopsticks hover over the stack.
Jungkook's chopsticks hit his plate with a clatter.
"You don't have to. I'll do it," Jungkook says quickly.
"It's fine," Jimin says sweetly, separating another leaf. "I don't mind."
"I said," Jungkook replies, enunciating each word, "I'll do it."
He takes the leaf from Jimin's chopsticks and places it on your plate himself. Then he looks at Jimin with an expression that makes your stomach flip.
"Jungkook..." you say quietly.
"Eat," he tells you, looking at you with those soft eyes that could kill you.
Jimin leans back, studying Jungkook.
"What is it?" Hobi asks, looking between them.
"Just... perilla leaves," Jimin says. "You know the debate, right? Whether it's okay to help someone else's person with their leaves?"
The table goes absolutely silent and you want to disappear into the floor.
"Guys, seriously, it's not-"
"Some people think it's too intimate," Jimin continues, looking at Jungkook.
"And what do you think?" you ask.
Jimin shrugs playfully. "I think intention matters."
"What's your intention?" Jungkook asks.
Jimin holds his gaze for a long moment. Then he laughs, breaking the tension, and reaches over to pat Jungkook on the shoulder.
"Relax, maknae. I'm just teasing."
The rest of dinner passes quickly. Every time Jimin speaks to you, Jungkook finds a reason to touch you or get your attention. For the first time, it's not meant to be subtle. It's almost like a competition to see who hands you your coat when you leave or who walks closest to you on the way out.
Everyone agrees to walk to the Han River, grab some ice cream from a convenience store, and sit on the benches by the water. None of you are ready to go home yet.
You hang back, letting the others drift ahead. Jungkook stays beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"You didn't have to do that," you say quietly.
"Do what?"
"Mark your territory."
He stops walking. You stop too, turning to face him.
"Is that what you think I was doing?" he asks.
"I don't know what you were doing, Jungkook. You acted like Jimin committed a crime by helping me with dinner."
He looks away. "You don't get it."
"Then explain it to me."
"The perilla leaf thing is stupid. I know it's stupid. But...I always want to be the one helping you. And I know I don't have the right to feel like that, but I do."
"Jungkook..." you say softly, trying to get him to look at you.
"Don't say whatever you're going to say. Let me just... let me have this one moment where I pretend it's okay that I feel this way, even though I'm your friend and I'm supposed to just be cool with Jimin flirting with you."
"He wasn't flirting."
"He was," Jungkook insists, finally looking at you. "Maybe he didn't mean it like that, but he was, and I hated it. I hated it so much. I wanted to be the one helping you, even with something as stupid as perilla leaves."
"You know," you say softly, "you could have just said something instead of starting a silent war at the dinner table."
"I don't know how to say things," he admits. "I only know how to... want... from a distance."
"That's the problem," you say as you reach out, your fingers finding his. His hand relaxes, and he threads his fingers through yours. "You think you're being subtle, but you're not. Everyone at that table knows exactly what's happening."
"Did you?"
"Yeah." You smile. "I know... and I think I've been waiting for you to help me with my perilla leaves for a pretty long time now."
"Don't joke."
"I'm not joking."
"Jimin was testing you, Kook."
"Testing me?"
"Yeah. He was messing with you. It was so obvious he was challenging you. He wanted to see if you'd finally do something about it." You smile. "He's not stupid. He saw it before either of us did."
Jungkook groans. "So I played right into his hands."
"And you were very dramatic about it," you say with a sigh.
"Shut up," he says, smiling.
"I liked it. I really like it when you stop being quiet about wanting."
He takes another small step closer. "So... can I help you with your perilla leaves next time?"
"Only if you're not doing it just to be polite."
He smiles nervously "I'm doing it because I want to be the person you reach for."
You look at him, at the tiny chocolate-chip mole beneath his lip that you've wanted to kiss for months.
Then you do.
You have to.
He's standing there with his heart in his hands, offering it to you like it's nothing.
His hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing softly along your jaw as he kisses you back.
When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours.
"Does this mean I won the war?" he asks, breathless.
"You were the only one fighting it, you idiot," you laugh, giving his chest a light shove. "Jimin wasn't actually interested. He has a crush on the barista at his coffee shop."
Jungkook blinks. "What?"
"Namjoon told me last week."
He stares at you, dropping his head to your shoulder. "I made a fool of myself for nothing."
"Not for nothing," you say, running your fingers gently through his soft hair. "You finally stopped being quiet."
He lifts his head.
"I can be loud," he says. "If you want. About this, about you."
"Show me."
"Gladly."
And he does. He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you smile against his lips.
Then Taehyung's voice carries over from farther up the path.
"Finally! Took you long enough!"
You laugh into his mouth and pull him even closer.
description : You come home one evening to find Matt collapsed up against you couch with blood steadily pouring from him. He asks for your help, for you to stay with him.
a/n : I’ve watched too much daredevil to be yearning for Matt, taking this out of my head and putting it in yours. I feel like this is a bit of a hot mess, I just kind of brain dumped, this was suppose to be a drabble but I'm incapable of not making a mountain out things.
word count: 2.8 k
tags/ warning: Matt murdock x afab!reader, lawyer!reader, no use of y/n, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of stitching up, injured Matt, Matt talks you through it…the it being stitching him up, established relationship, soft Matt.
You live in a routine, slow, comfortable and predictable, Matt is anything but. He’s chaotic in a way you don’t really realise until you look closely, see through the cracks he’s tried so hard to pry back together. He looks so put together, confidence seems to just roll off of him, commanding the attention of the room without even trying too.
You noticed it when you met him in law school, at first you thought he was cocky, he kind of got on your nerves if you're honest. You got partnered with him on a paper, something about explaining and dismantling your partners CREAC. You'd been paired with Matt because both of you tended to stick to the same partners, your professor said you wouldn't be 'challenged' enough if you carried on. It ended with the papers being pushed aside and his lips moving against yours, somehow you both got top marks on that paper.
but first impressions can be misleading.
Because when he's here on his knees in your apartment, blood dripping on to your carpet, his face cradled in your hands, thumb gently brushing over the scrapes on his face, his eyes closed and breath coming out in uneven pants, he's anything but the man you thought you knew in law school.
your eyes stare at his closed ones, cowl discarded on the floor, the red of his suit is doing a good job of hiding how much blood is coming from him, but the small pool of blood slowly growing on your floor is not.
you sigh, it leaves your lips as more of a shudder as you stand, his hand is clasped around your wrist before you even have enough time to clock it.
"Matt I have too-"
"Please."
you stop in your tracks at his plea. You've known Matt for years, known he was Daredevil for a few of them. After an encounter in a particularly rough part of Hell's kitchen, a shadowed figure dropping down and saving you from getting your purse stolen and god knows what else, whose jaw mirrored that of the man you had been etching into your mind for however many years. "Matt?" It had slipped from your lips before you even meant it too, your mouth moving faster than your brain.
Funny.
It was something Matt always chastised you for in court, getting ahead of yourself, talking before your brain had a chance to tell you what you were saying was going to land you in even bigger trouble. And in some ways, that night, it did.
But hearing him ask for something was out of character, he took the brunt of everything, as Matt, as Daredevil. Doing what he can to keep those close to him safe. You know his methods, you can't say you agree with them when even he doesn't sometimes. But you know that he does what he does because he wants to help others.He needs to help others, an itch he can never truly scratch, a wound that just keeps bleeding especially in this city, but he keeps going, never slows, never stops.
"Matt, please, you can't keep bleeding like this" you sigh, hand coming up to gently cover his "I'll come back" the last came out as a small whisper, but he heard it, of course he did.
Like he heard the way your heart rate spiked when you got home to find him collapsed against your sofa, dropping your bag and running over to him. His fingers loosened from around your wrist, brushing against your palm, before dropping back to his side. You planted a small kiss on his forehead before moving towards your kitchen where you keep a first aid kit, if you can even call it that. It's gotten more stacked since you found out about Matt's nightly antics. Gauze, a few rolls of bandages, a needle and thread and antiseptic cream, but this is the first time he's come to you in such a state.
You grab it and lay it out on the floor next to Matt's frame, hands shaking slightly.
"Matt, I'm going to need you to tell me what to do here" you breathe out, eyes searching his face, he winces as he leans forward, you move without even thinking, purely on instinct, the innate need to help him, to steady him.
"Need to get this off" he wheezes on, hands grasping at his chest plate and the way it seems to be constricting around his neck, your hands follow his, hovering near them, deft fingers undoing clasps, "zipper" he huffs, head cocking backwards, you nod, moving behind him. Your hands fumble with the leather until your fingers catch the zipper pulling it down quickly and pushing the material forward. It bunches at his shoulders before his hands reach up and pull it forward.
You move around to his front again, eyes catching on the purple and red bruises that litter his back as you move, you squeeze your eyes shut, as you sit on the floor in front of him, the suit is now clumsily pushed down around his waist.
The wound on his abdomen on full display, his pale skin a stark contrast to the crimson relentlessly pouring from the gash. His hand rests over it, on instinct more than anything else you think trying to stop the pulsing, the bleeding, god he can probably hear it too.
"you might want to turn on the lights" He says, interrupting your thoughts, you shake your head, even now he can find time to show off his in-human senses, and the worst part is you know he's not even doing it on purpose.
"I can see fine like this" you mutter, grabbing some gauze, pushing it against the wound, it makes him flinch. You almost don't want to see the state of him in the light, don't want to make it any more real, this is bad enough. The lights of far away billboards and headlights catch every now and then, revealing more and more injuries, another scrape, another bruise, more blood, more parts of him missing.
"Enough to do stitches?" he asks, his tone low, catching in his throat, like it physically pains him just to ask you.
You stare at him for a beat, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, you feel your lip wobble before you catch it between your teeth, even like this he's trying to comfort you. You know the look on his face, you've seen it a thousand times before, the same look he gives you in the courtroom when you've talked yourself in circles for the better part of twenty minutes. The same look he gives you when you have a cramp in your leg that you can't seem to stretch out, thumbs digging into the muscle massaging it out, 'I'll fix it, don't worry'. Although, for the first time, you find yourself struggling to take comfort in it.
You stand quickly, hands coming up to wipe at your eyes as you cross the room quickly, flicking the light switch on. You suck in deep breaths, with your hand bracing you against the wall before pushing off it, eyes trained on the floor as you make your way back towards him, watching your feet move deftly across the carpet.
You arrive at his form, eyes flitting over his chest, bruises forming, the blood loss makes his skin a stark sort of pale, making those red puckered scars stand out even more, his back is pressed against the sofa and you can't help but feel its purposefulness, hiding from you, protecting you.
You lower yourself to the floor, hands reaching towards the needle and thread, praising your past self for having the foresight to thread the needle for you. You quickly unravel the thread, lifting up Matt's hand and placing it down next to him, whispering out a small 'sorry' as you do when you see the grimace cross his face.
you let out a shaky breath "okay" you breathe, needle in a shaky hand, his hand comes up to cover yours, far warmer than what they should be "okay" he repeats back.
"Tie it off at the end, cut off more than you think you'll need" He instructs, voice calm with a small air of breathlessness beneath it, smaller than what you think it should be.
"Push it through at then end, hold the skin together, not too tight" he says gently, trying his best not to tense up in anticipation for the needle pushing through his skin. His eyes squeeze closed when you do, jaw tensing and teeth gritting together, you almost halt "is that okay?" you ask quickly, eyes scanning his face.
A hand coming to rest against his shoulder, thumb drawing small, soothing circles. you wish you could take this from him, help carry what he does, shoulder some of it with him. You know what he would say if you asked 'you do enough' he would whisper, you'd be able to hear the smile playing on his lips as he would plant a small kiss on your cheek.
"Yeah, yeah, you're doing great," he says softly, as if to emphasise your point "keep going."
It carries on much the same, Matt winces as he speaks out praise, the ordeal is over within less than ten minutes.
You cover the puckered site with an adhesive bandage as Matt's head falls against your throw cushions, catching his breath. You sit for a minute, just watching him the rise and fall of his chest, his lips parted as he swallows in deep breathes, his hair stuck to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and blood.
You let out a humourless huff, because even like this, he looks lovely.
You'd never tell him, his ego would never recover, neither would yours, but a small part of you wants to. Wants to whisper it to him, until he's sick of hearing it, until it's etched into his skin, covering up all the cuts, bruises and cracks with soft loving words, draped over him like a warm blanket.
You let him rest, tidying up the chaos of bloody gauze and bandages around him. As you skirt around him your hand lands in something wet, you look down and bring your hand up seeing the red blood squelch underneath it.
Oh, your carpet.
you huff, you can worry about it when you wake up in the morning, god knows how you're going to get that cleaned without getting an investigation for at least grievous bodily harm thrown your way. An issue for you to sort out tomorrow.
Your bin lid creaks open as you throw the bandages away, you move towards the sink, scrubbing your hands until the water turns clear, until it starts to burn. your eyes scan the city from your apartment, it looks sleepy, low orange lights illuminate apartments, shutters are down on the shops outside your apartment, but you know better than to ever mistake this city for sleepy, something is always there, always lurking. You reach forward to pull down your curtains closed and flick off the lights as you pass.
You join Matt back on the floor, you let your head fall gently on to his shoulder cautious, not wanting to hurt him anymore, his hand comes up to tangle in your hair, fingers softly threading through it.
"How're you holding up?" he questions, breathe still shuddering, it makes you cast him a side long glance, he’s okay, bleeding less but he’s still pale. Your eyes catch as they drift across the room, he plants a small kiss on your head, resting his head on top of yours.
you huff out a humourless laugh "You're not supposed to be the one asking that" watching him with careful eyes, as you feel he shift slightly beside you.
“I just beat you to it” he mumbled, as he shuffles against you again, pushing his face against your neck and inhaling “you didn’t answer my question.”
You suppress a shiver, feeling his breath ghost over your neck.
"Well you scared me a little breaking in, but bleeding out is a pretty good excuse" you breathe, trying to keep your breathing steady, although you know Matt can probably smell the adrenaline slowly tapering off, leaving your body, leaving you feeling heavy and tired.
"Can you call it breaking in if I have a key?"
"Yes Matt, you came in through the window."
He lets out a chuckle, and presses a small kiss to your neck. You lean in to his affections, hand coming up to rest on his neck. You both sit there for a while, minutes or hours tickling by as you're wrapped up in each other, trying to ease your racing mind, you don't realise it. Matt whispers softly to you, asking easy questions just so he can feel the tension slip away from your shoulders, your hands hover near him, asking again if he's okay, eyes skirting to make sure he hasn't bled through the gauze covering his stomach.
Your legs slightly tangle together, his wind under your knee, ankles knocking against each other. It's so him, so Matt, wanting to be near you, to carve himself into your personal space. At first you found it a bit overwhelming, his need to be touching you always pushed against you in some way and you don't know when the shift happened, when he made you as bad as him. He's so tactile, he needs to be he sees through touching, and god does he love seeing you.
You break the silence first.
"We should get you off the floor" you say quietly as his movements halt "and out of that suit."
"You're forward this evening" you can hear the smirk in his voice, but the breathiness of it gives him away, you roll your eyes at his comment and let out a fake laugh as you push yourself off of him and haul his arm over your shoulder.
You count to three softly before rising, you feel the low groan tear through him, the movement pulling at his belly, at his stitches. You slowly shuffle out of your living room, leaning against the wall, letting him catch his breath and catching your own. Waiting for him to steady, not waiting to push him but wanting to get him comfortable. Once he's down you'll text Foggy, let him know Matt will be out of action so it might just be you two holding down the fort tommorrow, and maybe a bit longer if you're able to get Matt to rest like he should.
With how Gentle Matt is with you it’s easy to forget that he is a wall of muscle underneath his crisp suits, but when he is more or less a dead weight against you, you don’t think you’ll be forgetting it again anytime soon. You both stumble through the dark corridors of your apartment, hips bumping against each other, curse words are mumbled out when you stub your toe on your wash basket, full of dirty washing that you swore you were finally going to get around to tonight, until you finally reach your room.
You kick open the door, and quickly move to lay Matt down on the bed. His head rests against the pillow, shuffling slightly to try and get comfortable "stop wriggling" you chastise him, a hand coming up to rest against his fore head.
When you see Matt lying in your bed, that warm feeling settles in your chest, Matt would call it love but you don’t think that covers it. The word seems too meagre to just justify it with that. You move the blanket up to cover him, his hand rests on your wrist, drawing small, mindless circles with his thumb, he brings it up to meet his lips and you smile down at him "come to bed" he murmurs. You could argue your case, you should with all the things you need to do, and the blood slowly drying into your carpet on the other side of the wall, the dirty clothes sat in the basket, the lunch you need to make for work tomorrow, but with the adrenaline almost fully leaving your body now, you can feel your eyelids grow heavy.
You let out a small nod, you wrestle him out of his suit, wondering how he gets it on with such practised ease considering how tight it is and lay out a pair of pyjama trousers at the end of the bed for him, before stripping off your own clothes. Peeling off your shirt, your trousers following shortly after, leaving a small trail in your wake as you round to the other side of the bed. You slip under the covers and feel like you're melting as soon as your head touches your pillows.
Your arms wind around Matt, your forehead resting against the base of his spine, he's solid, warm and here safe with you.
you and your boyfriend haven't been very intimate lately due to his busy schedule. on your day off, you decide to pay him a surprise visit at his workshop — where he shows you the vintage car he's working on. your neediness leads you to getting fucked on and against the rare piece.
genre – blue-collar bf au, smut, fluff.
pairing – mechanic bf jk x gf fem reader.
warnings – explicit language, oral (fem receiving), handjob, they crack in his workshop, he gets grease on her tits and ass, big dick jk, she rides him (he assists) on a car, praising, pussy-whipped jk, cock-drunk y/n, jk comforts her, he fucks her against his car, he sniffs her panties, tit sucking, mentions of shower sex etc...
wc – 7k+
Jungkook sighs in relief as he opens the front door to your shared apartment. it's been a rough twelve-hour shift of doing diagnostic tests on vehicles, repairing gearboxes and spending time under bonnets. he steps inside, closes the door after him then kicks off his boots. the place smells amazing, rich with the scent of something delicious and chocolate. he rolls his shoulders, feeling the deep ache in his muscles from the strenuous work he's been doing most of the day. honestly, none of it matters now, not when he gets to finally come back to you. you, his entire universe,
he's been obsessed with you since the day you drove into his workshop in your small, pink car with a flat tyre. you had given him the sweetest, warmest smile he had ever seen. after some talk, he had found out that you were a nurse, the kindest nurse with the biggest heart ever. you could've had anyone gentle, yet you chose him – the greasy mechanic who would work so hard to give you everything you want.
months later, after finding out that you had feelings for him, he had rearranged his whole life for you. he quit his bad habits – spending nights at the bar with his friends, being out at strip clubs, running through woman after woman. now his world orbits around you. you're his everything and more. he'd kill for you, die for you. you're his sole purpose.
Jungkook runs a messy hand through his hair. he should probably get cleaned first, get his greasy attire off, he should get in the hot shower and wash the grime away. but he just wants to see you first. he follows the magnificent scent to the kitchen, where he finds you. you're already all clean in your little, silky pyjamas, bending forward to peek in the oven. Jungkook takes note of how your ass is stretched in the fabric, how your shorts are ridden up to show your cheeks. he heats up at the sexy sight. he is so exhausted, but one simple look at you is enough to make him melt into pure happiness.
when you notice that your goodies are nowhere near done, you straighten up. to your surprise and mild shock, when you turn you're met with the sight of Jungkook standing there and admiring you. your face instantly lights up and you give him the brightest smile.
"Jungkook!" you exclaim, already making your way toward him.
he holds up his greasy hands, chuckling, "baby, no, I'm all messy–"
you launch yourself at him, obviously not bothered by the state he's in. how could you ever be? you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and press your body against his harder one. the sweet, alluring smell of you hits Jungkook and his eyes flutter shut. hesitantly, his forearms come around you, not wanting to get dirt on you. but you wrap your arms tight around him, pressing your body against his hard one. your sweet, pretty scent hits Jungkook, his eyes flutter shut as he inhales it. you nuzzle your face into his chest, not caring about the grease stains on his shirt.
"missed you so damn much." he admits.
you squeeze him tighter, squashing your cheek against his hard chest. "missed you more."
he grins, his face breaking into the sweet and gentle smile only you get to see. "impossible."
you roll your eyes at him, not in the mood to argue. you lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips. Jungkook wants to give you a good kiss, wants to hold you close to him, but he holds back. "let me shower first, yeah? I'll hold you properly–"
"no." you say with a little pout. your hands slide up his chest, fisting into his shirt. "hold me properly now. kiss me nicely, Jungkook."
he sighs, knowing that he could never say no to you. to his sweet, pretty girl. his everything. his arms tighten around you, pulling you close. he leans down and kisses you. the kiss starts off soft and gentle, but you have other ideas – you deepen the kiss and insert your tongue in his mouth, letting your hands roam his chest and abs under his shirt. your fingers make their way down until they find his belt. Jungkook lets out a groan. his cock twitches in his pants as you press your body closer against his. you slide your knee between his legs, rubbing his growing erection. Jungkook grunts against your mouth, one of his hands slides down to grab a handful of your ass, he squeezes then smacks it, causing you to gasp into the kiss.
he pulls back to speak against your lips. "behave or else I'm gonna bend you over the counter and get grease on you."
you giggle and pull back to look at him. "go shower then. but hurry, I have something in the oven for you."
Jungkook pecks your lips one last time before reluctantly letting you go. you smile and caress his jaw, stealing one more kiss before he makes his way over to the bathroom.
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the shower feels good, the hot water cascades over Jungkook as he washes away the grease and sweat of today. he stays inside for a bit longer than he needs to, enjoying the way the water soothes his muscles. once he's done, he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his hips. once in your shared bedroom, he dries himself and pulls on a pair of boxers, sweatpants and a shirt before walking back to the living room and dropping onto the couch with a sigh. he man spreads on the couch, tipping his head back onto the cushions. he's tired and his body is sore, but knowing that you're just a few steps away fills him up with so much of contentment.
a minute later, you appear carrying a saucer with a brownie sitting on it. you walk over to him and Jungkook's face breaks into a smile. he sits up and spreads his thigh wider, making room for you to sit on him.
"come here, baby."
you set the saucer down on the coffee table and plant yourself on him, straddling his lap with your knees on either side of him. you wrap your arms around his neck and his hands make their way under your little pyjama top to caress your waist. he holds you firmly against him.
"you made brownies?" he asks, his voice laced with wonder.
you hum. "for you." you say before reaching back to grab the saucer. you hold a piece of the brownie to his lips. "I came home and thought you'd like something sweet after a long day."
Jungkook's eyes soften even more. he loves brownies, they're his favourite. and the fact that you came home from your own exhausting day at the hospital and made some for him, makes his heart ache with everlasting love.
"you're too good to me." he murmurs before opening his mouth to take a big bite.
his eyes flutter shut as he chews what is definitely the best brownie he's ever had in his life. his expression changes to an almost angry one – the one he makes when something is extremely good to eat. fun fact, it's the exact face he makes when he goes down on you.
"hmm, fuck." he groans as he keeps chewing. "baby, this is so good."
you smile, delighted and feed him another bite which he happily takes. he eats the entire brownie and licks the chocolate off your fingers slowly. when he's done, he attacks your face with pepper kisses all over. you giggle and squirm on his lap, it only makes him hold you tighter and kiss you more.
"it was so fucking good." he says between kisses. "best thing I've had. second only to you."
you cup his face when he finally stops his assault. "is that so?" you ask before leaning in to kiss him.
again, the kiss is sweet, gentle and soft but you deepen it. it soon becomes passionate and heated. Jungkook inserts his tongue in your mouth and you do the same. your tongues explore each other's mouths hungrily. Jungkook's hands go higher, caressing your back while yours tangle in and tug on his damp hair. you carry on kissing for a long while, pouring your love and need for each other into it. when you finally pull back, panting, he holds you tightly. you hold him just as tight, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his scent. you could both stay like this forever – just simply wrapped in one another.
"how was your day, sweetheart?" he asks softly, caressing your back.
you tell him everything. all about your patients of the day, your colleagues and the rest of it. Jungkook intently listens, paying attention to everything you say. he tells you about his day as well – tells you about the cars he and his employees have worked on, the customers they've had and how badly he wanted to get home to you. you both stay like this for a while, you shift a little so your head is resting on his chest and his arms are locked around you. for a long moment, you both stay cuddled on the couch.
eventually, you both feel hungry, together you make something quick and easy and migrate to the dining table to eat. whilst eating, you continue talking and laughing. afterward, you take the rest of the brownies to the couch, put on a movie and cuddle together under a blanket. every now and then you trade kisses.
by the time the movie ends, you're both tired and decide to head to bed. once in bed, Jungkook pulls you against him, spooning you from behind. he leans over to kiss your lips before bidding you goodnight. content, you fall into a deep sleep.
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the next morning, Jungkook wakes up first as usual. he spends a few seconds simply watching you sleep, you look so beautiful and peaceful. quietly he gets out of bed, does his morning routine, makes coffee, breakfast and lunch for both of you. afterwards he gets ready for work, slipping on his uniform and boots. after a while you emerge from the room, sleepily. Jungkook thinks that you're so adorable. he greets you and peppers kisses all over your face, making you giggle against him. you do your own routine, drink the coffee and eat the breakfast he's made, ever so grateful to him. once you're ready as well, you both head out together.
Jungkook drives to your workplace with a hand on your thigh, caressing with his thumb now and then. once at the hospital, Jungkook reaches over, cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a deep kiss. he inserts his tongue into your mouth, tasting you and exploring you. his hand on your thigh wanders further up, getting too close to your core.
"Jungkook!" you gasp against his lips, hitting his hand, with a giggle. "you're going to make me needy before work, you psycho!"
he grins against your mouth and steals another deep and dirty kiss. "good. then you'll think about me all day."
already starting to heat up, you pull away and grab your bag. "goodbye, you." you smile as you hop out, blowing him a kiss. Jungkook watches you walk toward the entrance, making sure you're all the way in before he drives off to his workshop. as he drives, he counts down the hours until he can see you again.
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days later, it's a chilly Sunday morning. a nice day off for you, but unfortunately not for Jungkook. he's already ready for the day – morning routine completed, breakfast eaten, work attire on. it's chilly, so you're buried under the covers. still, you reach for him with a sleepy whine, grabbing him and tugging him toward you.
"No, Jungkook. please don't go. it's Sunday, stay with me."
Jungkook's heart squeezes hard. he's supposed to be out the door already, but how can he go when you're like this? he sits on the edge of the bed, close to you.
"baby, I know. I've just got a few things to do. I'll be back as soon as I can."
you sit up and wrap your arms around his waist, breathing him in. "but I miss you already. you work too hard, kook."
Jungkook watches you for a long moment, his expression softening. he grins, loosens your arms around your waist and pushes you back down to lay so he can hover over you. "yeah? you miss me that much?"
he leans down and kisses you deeply, pouring his love into it. you kiss him back, sighing in contentment as you move your mouth with his passionately. after a while, Jungkook breaks the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. he sucks and nips on your skin, leaving light marks.
"gonna be back to you soon, baby," he promises. "but I'm gonna make it up to you now, yeah?"
your eyes widen at his tone. "Jungkook..."
he keeps going, he kisses you lower, kissing your collar bone, your breasts over your thin pyjama top. he pulls the neckline of your top down enough to expose them to him. he leans down to suck them, causing you to arch up into him and tug on his hair. many days without physically intimacy has you made you both very sensitive and desperate. you moan softly and that sound goes straight to Jungkook's cock, causing it to harden in his pants.
he pulls back from licking and sucking on your breasts to look at you. "let me take care of you."
slowly, he works his way down your body. he kisses and sucks on your skin as he makes his descent down your body. he lifts the hem of your shirt, exposing your stomach, he leaves open-mouthed kisses on it and licks on it, making you giggle a little.
"kook, I'm cold..."
Jungkook grabs the blanket on the bed and pulls it over both of you. under the covers, he continues his sweet assault of kisses. he kisses along the waistband of your shorts before hooking his finger in and tugging it down along with your panties. he settles between your thighs, his broad shoulders keeping your legs apart. he leans and kisses your core, lightly rubbing his lips against your lips.
"so pretty. missed this." he murmurs against you.
you moan his name softly, music to his ears. he takes his time, making out with your pussy lightly, showing how much he actually missed it. he kisses your folds and nips at the bud. after his gentleness, he dives in, licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. he does it multiple times, does it slowly so that he can savour your taste. he groans, causing you to whimper softly. he pecks your clit before bringing it into his mouth, he twirls his tongue around it making you arch up into him and grip his hair.
Jungkook eats you out with such ferocious passion. due to your busy schedules, it's been a while since he's gotten to go down on you. and now that he's here , he's determined to devour you whole. he licks harder, thrusting his tongue into your entrance while grinding his nose against your clit. his hands grip your thighs, digging in and encouraging you to squeeze them around his head. you whimper softly, growing more desperate for him. it fuels him up more, he eats you out with more enthusiasm. his tongue works faster, sucking and licking at your pussy. he's got you panting and writhing, sensitive but seeking more and more from him. it doesn't take very long before your thighs are trembling around his head, and your pussy starts fluttering around his tongue. Jungkook swallows your release, and slowly licks you through your orgasm until you're lightly pushing him away, feeling too sensitive.
when he's done and satisfied, he emerges from under the blanket with his nose, lips and chin glistening, his eyes dark. he hovers over you again and you pull him down into a passionate kiss, tasting yourself. you rub your knee against his cock, feeling the hardened, thick bulge in his pants. he hisses and moans into the kiss.
"kookie... I wanna help you." you whisper, reaching for his belt.
Jungkook takes your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss before resting his forehead on yours. "you can help me after work."
you give him a disappointed pout which he kisses off your lips. "be good for me while I'm gone, yeah?" he gives you another peck. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." you murmur.
he steals one last kiss and forces himself up. with a small groan, he adjusts himself in his pants, gets his keys and heads for the door.
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the apartment feels too quiet after Jungkook left. you stay in bed for several minutes after, inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth that are both still faint in the sheets. you wanted to go back to sleep, but the ache and need made it almost impossible. that man and his mouth, he's only made you hungrier for him. after a long while, you finally drag yourself out of bed and wander to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
most of the morning goes by quick. you clean up, do the laundry, watch comfort shows. but you feel lonely and bored. Jungkook's supposed to be at home with you. but of course, you understand, he also had to be at his workshop. he's got a great reputation to uphold and customers to satisfy. he works so hard, his workshop is the best and most reliable in town. he built it up from nothing, so it's something he really values. you're extremely proud of him, but at the same time – not getting enough time with him makes your heart ache.
by early afternoon, you're curled up on the couch, reading a book when your phone starts ringing. you gasp, feeling a wave of happiness at the sight of the caller ID. you answer it and bring it to your ear.
"hi, baby," Jungkook greets, his voice rough and already sounding tired.
"Jungkook. I was just thinking about you." you say, barely being able to hide the excitement in your voice.
he chuckles warmly. "yeah? same, I've been thinking about you the whole day. how are you, baby?"
"I'm okay... although, I miss you like crazy. how about you? how are you? how's work? you sound exhausted already."
"it's busy as hell." he admits. you hear machinery and clanking of tools in the background. "but I'm good. just missing you. wish I was home with you instead of covered in grease."
you sigh and tell him how bad you miss him. afterwards you both fall into sweet talk. you tell him about all that you've done today, he tells you about work and his customers. you giggle at some of the stories he shares, he smiles warmly, loving the sound.
after a moment you finally ask the question you've been dreading. "what time are you coming home?"
Jungkook sighs heavily. "I'm gonna be late, sweetheart. I sent the guys home early since it's Sunday. I'm doing the heavy work by myself, it's gonna take a while. I'm sorry."
you bite your bottom lip and keep quiet for a long time. Jungkook knows that you aren't saying anything because you're upset. and nothing irks him more than upsetting you.
"hey...don't do that," he says gently. "I know you're upset. I'm really sorry, y/n. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
you hum softly. "I know you will. it's just... we haven't been spending much time together lately. I get it, you're busy and the shop is doing well, but we barely even get to be intimate... I miss it, kook."
Jungkook doesn't speak for a short moment, before he hums in agreement. "you're right. I haven't been making enough time for you. I've been pulling so many long days and extra hours. You deserve better than a boyfriend who's always at his workshop."
"you're the best boyfriend." you remind him. "I just want you."
"fuck, I know." he exhales a breath. "when I get home, I'm gonna make love to you. gonna fuck you so good, baby. make up for all the lost time."
you gasp, your body heating up at his words. "Jungkook..."
"you like the sound of that?" he asks, finding himself very eager to get home and make good on his promise.
"you know I do." you admit.
Jungkook chuckles. "you gonna wait for me, hmm?"
"yes."
"good girl," he praises. you hear more tools clinking in the background before Jungkook speaks again. "hey, why don't you go to the mall? I'll send you money. go spoil yourself, baby."
a smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, okay. that sounds good."
"okay, baby. have fun. see you later, yeah?"
"see you later, kook. I love you."
"I love you more, baby."
you hang up. soon after, your phone buzzes with a notification – Jungkook’s sent a very generous amount of money. oh, how he loves to spoil you rotten.
about two hours later, you run a nice, hot bath and sink into it. you sit in it for a very long time, letting the water ease the light aches on your body caused from the work this week. when you get out, you dry yourself and moisturise your body before slipping into something simple for the drive to the mall. you head down to your cute, little car – kind of the reason you had met the love of your life in the first place – get in and start the engine before pulling onto the road and heading toward the mall.
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at the mall, you wander through the stores, deciding to get some cute clothes and some provocative attire for later on. you pick some different kinds of dresses – beautiful, soft, see-through and silky ones in the prettiest colours. afterwards, your real fun starts when you get to the lingerie store. you spend a long time browsing, choosing pieces you know Jungkook will love and go crazy over. after an hour or two, you’re leaving the store with multiple bags.
by the time you get home, you excitedly unpack everything and lay them on the bed. your favourite has to be the matching set pink lace bra with the thin lace panties. so you try it on. upon realising that it fits you so perfectly and makes you look so sexy, you decide to take some provocative pictures. just to tease Jungkook a little. you send them to him, eagerly awaiting his reply. but after a few hours, you receive not a single reply from him.. you know that he’s busy, but still, you feel restless and in need of his attention since he’s supposed to spend today with you. a silly thought crosses your mind. why wait for him to reply when you could pay him a little visit? he sent the guys home so that means he’s all alone...
keeping the new set on, you throw over a pretty sundress, grab your keys and head out once again. the drive to his shop is close by, maybe like fifteen minutes away. once you;re there, you park your car in front and step out. the front door is locked, but of course you have your own key. you quietly open it and make your way inside, the smell of motor oil and metal welcomes you immediately. as strange as it is, the smell has sort of become very comforting to you. you walk further into the big workshop, hearing the clinking of tools in the back, along with a few rough and tired grunts that can only belong to your boyfriend. you follow the sound, finding Jungkook under an older, extremely rare Mercedes. seems to be a vintage, maroon model that definitely costs a fortune.
Jungkook is under the car, on his back on a creeper with his legs sticking out and his shirt riding up, exposing his abs along with the smear of grease on his skin. you bite your lip, admiring the majestic sight as you shamelessly press your thighs together. he has no idea how hot he looks so busy and focused, covered in the evidence of his hard work. when he’s about to reach for the spanner next to him, he turns his head in your direction and when he does, your eyes meet. confusion flashes in his, for a second he thinks maybe he’s hallucinating your figure, but upon realising that you’re not a figment of his imagination, a bright and boyish smile breaks across his face. he rolls out from under the car and stands up, towering you as he walks into your space. seeing him up close, you notice how sweaty he is, how messy his hair is. fuck, you would suck his cock so hard right now.
“baby? what are you doing here?” he asks.
you run straight into his arms, holding him tightly. again, he hesitates not wanting to get his dirty hands on you. noticing his hovering hands, you hook a leg around his hip, hoping he’ll get the message, and lift you up. thankfully he does. his strong hands go under your thighs as he lifts you up with ease, smearing some grease onto your skin. you wrap your legs around him and your dress rides up a little. you bury your face in his neck, breathing him in.
“I missed you,” you admit before pressing soft kisses along his neck. “you also weren’t replying to me.”
Jungkook lets out a little groan as holds you tighter, using the opportunity to breathe in your sweet scent. “sorry, baby.” he murmurs, now pressing soft and apologetic kisses on your neck. “I didn’t see them. I’ve been so busy under this thing, I lost track of time. I’m really sorry.” he pulls back to pout his lips. “forgive me?”
a little smile forms on your lips and your heart warms up. you lean in and kiss his lips softly. the kiss starts off so sweet and slow, but soon turns passionate and hungry. your mouths move hungrily together, expressing how much you’ve both missed each other. Jungkook shifts you higher, using the opportunity to move his hands from your thighs to your ass cheeks. after a moment of kissing, you eventually pull away, panting. you cup his jaw and caress his cheeks with your hands as you gaze into his endlessly loving eyes.
“what happened to coming home early?” you ask.
Jungkook’s face scrunches. he glances at the Mercedes then back at you with an apologetic expression. “I got a bit caught up.” he admits. “this beauty needed some love and servicing. it’s such a rare one. I’m sorry, baby. I really thought I’d finish it quickly.”
you shake your head, and let out a soft sigh before wiggling a little to make him release you from his hold. once you’re on your feet again, you turn to the car to look at it properly. it truly is stunning. you know how much Jungkook loves cars like this. he’s been talking about finding one like it for years, and honestly, you’ve fallen in love with the dream alongside him. you walk around the car slowly, trailing your fingers alongside the doors and bonnet.
“it’s beautiful,” you sincerely say before turning back to look up at him. “I can see why you got caught up.”
Jungkook follows your trail, smiling as he watches you admire his new, rare piece. “yeah? you like it?”
you hum while nodding. “a lot.”
“hmm. you should hear the engine.” he says excitedly, your heart flutters at that look on his face.
when you’re both near the driver’s door, he opens it for you. “come on, sit.”
you huff out a little laugh and slide into the leather seat. Jungkook leans in close to you and reaches over to adjust the seat for you. when he turns his head to glance at you, his breath fans your face. he pecks the tip of your nose, making you giggle.
“start her up,” he says.
you turn the key until the engine starts. “wow.” you breathe, listening to the rev. “it sounds amazing.”
to you, it truly does. but to the experienced mechanic, he hears something he’s not too fond of. something that needs to be fixed at once. “hold on.. switch it off for a second.”
he gets back under. the car moves a little as he fiddles with something, and again, you hear the sound of tools clinking. after a few minutes, he emerges again. from inside the car, you take a good look at him. there’s new motor oil smeared across his collarbone, dripping inside his shirt. his veiny arms and long, thick fingers are even greasier. it must be the ovulation demon speaking again, but you desperately need to fuck him. he walks back and leans back inside the car, crowding your space. this time he starts the engine. as it revs, it sounds even smoother. it sounds perfect. but you’re not so concerned about the car, your eyes linger on Jungkook. you lick your lips at the fine sight. you lean in and lick a long stripe across the side of his neck before licking his earlobe and then catching it between your teeth.
“can I take it for a ride?” you whisper. a little bit teasing.
Jungkook’s eyes darken. he glances sideways at you. he doesn’t answer you. he licks into your mouth, kisses you deep and nibbles on your bottom lip, causing you to whimper needily, before speaking. “not yet.” he says, roughly against your lips. “still got a few things to sort out. but soon, baby.”
“okay.” you whisper with a sweet smile, despite your mind wandering off to dark and filthy places.
he pulls back reluctantly and goes to the front of the car to close the bonnet. quickly you make your way out and walk over to Jungkook, closing the distance between you. he turns to look down at you, you use the opportunity to push him down until he’s on the edge of the closed bonnet. his eyes widen in surprise as you climb onto his lap and straddle him, looping your arms around his neck. your dress rides up high on your thighs as you settle on him.
“if I can’t take the car for a ride...’ you lean in to speak near his ear. “can I take you for a ride instead?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. feeling you press against him so deliciously makes his cock twitch hard beneath you. “baby...” he starts off, his voice so low and hesitant.
he looks down at his hands – dirty with oil and grease, then at his work attire. “I’m kinda gross right now. we should wait until I–”
you don’t let him finish. you shut him up by cupping his face to pull him in for a deep kiss. he groans into it, kissing you back, not being able to help himself. he inserts his tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth, letting you do the same to him. you both make out desperately, like you’re trying to devour and consume each other. your noses are pressed together, causing your breaths to mingle as you both moan. you notice his hands hovering near your hips, like he’s uncertain if whether he should touch you or not. you grab his wrists and guide them down, making him hold you.
“touch me.” you whisper against his lips.
he groans and slides his hands under your dress, gripping your thighs and your ass, causing the grease from his hands to smear onto your skin. he pulls you hard against you, encouraging you grind on him to feel the thick and hard bulge in his pants. you grind against it again and again, rolling your hips on him so your clothed pussy rubs against him.
“fuck,” he grunts into your mouth.
he kisses you deep and dirtily again while you continue to grind against him, making his cock throb beneath you. eagerly, your hands make their way down to his pants so you can open the buttons and pull the zipper down. when you get his pants open, Jungkook lifts up his hips and helps you get his pants, along with his boxers down his thighs, just enough to free his cock. it springs free against his stomach, it’s hard, big and licking at the tip. you barely get time to admire it because Jungkook’s hands are on the hem of your dress so he can pull it up over your head and discard near his toolbox.
when his gaze is back on you, his throws his head back and curses roughly. “holy shit.” the pink lingerie accentuates your figure perfectly and Jungkook cannot be more grateful to call you his. you’re such a vision, so fucking perfect he might cry or bust a nut right now. he leans a bit down to latch his mouth onto your cleavage. hungrily, he kisses and sucks along the tops of your breasts, leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking marks onto you. you tilt your head back and moan loudly as he continues his sweet assault.
“these are so fucking pretty,” he says hoarsely, tracing the fabric. “but they’re gonna get messed up.”
“I don;t care,” you breathe out needily. “I just want you, please.”
Jungkook takes a moment to admire you, his eyes lingering on the lace on your body. one of his hands moves behind to unclasp your bra, causing grease to smear across it as he unhooks it and pulls the straps down your shoulders before discarding the bra onto his tools. your breasts spill free, nipples already pebbled and begging for attention. Jungkook lets out a low curse before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it greedily and twirling his tongue around it. he moves to the other and gives it the same treatment before pulling back and biting down on your breast. he sucks on it, leaving marks. as he bites and sucks on one of your breasts, he kneads the other with his big, greasy hand.
you tug on his hair with one of your hands, holding him against your chest while your other hand makes its way between the both you so you can wrap it around his hard cock. its big and thick in your hand as you pump it, using your thumb to rub circles on the leaking tip, making him hiss and hum against your breasts. as he devours at your breasts, and you stroke his cock, you keep grinding against him, becoming awfully aroused.
“Jungkook... I want you inside me. please.”
with a wet pop, he pulls back from your breasts with heavy lidded, lustful eyes looking up at you. “I can’t prep you properly, baby.” he holds up his hand, showing you the grease and motor oil still on it. “you’re gonna have to take me like this. will you manage?”
you nod eagerly.
“you sure?” he asks, wanting to make sure you’re certain.
you cup his face and speak breathlessly. “Jungkook, just fuck me.”
Jungkook bites his bottom lip and he nods. he’s so eager for this as well. at this point, he’s dying to be inside you. “okay, sweetheart.”
his messy hands go down to your hips, tugging at your panties. you lift up so he can pull them down and take them completely off. once they’re off, he bunches it in his hand and without breaking eye contact, he brings it to his nose. he deeply inhales the scent, taking in the new smell mixed the scent of you. he hums appreciatively before tossing it down on his tools, along with your bra. afterwards, he firmly grips your ass cheeks and lifts you up. you reach between your bodies, wrap your hand around his cock again and guide it toward your soaked entrance. since you haven’t gotten any prep, you and him haven’t been sexually active in so long, and he’s so fucking huge – you know that this is going to hurt. but still, you sink down slowly. his tip enters you and you whimper. luckily, you’re so wet and eager, it helps with the burn. Jungkook’s grip on your ass tightens, controlling your descent on his cock so you don’t take him too fast.
“easy, baby.” he murmurs against your cheek before kissing it. he pulls you closer, so your chest is against his. “is it too much?” he asks.
you nod and your eyes water, but you keep going. you whimper as his cock thoroughly stretches your walls. he holds you comfortingly and whispers praises as he kisses you wherever he can, while you take him inch by inch. he’s panting, fighting the urge to thrust up into you. after a moment, you’re finally all sunken down on him, all the way. you drop your head onto his shoulder, panting hard against him as you try to adjust. he wraps his arms around you, one hand caresses your back soothingly.
“you okay, baby? talk to me.’
you nod and exhale shakily. “yeah...i’m okay. just really full.”
after a moment, you decide to move a bit. you roll your hips and lift up a little before sinking back down. Jungkook grunts deeply. “fuck, you’re so tight and soaked.”
you hum and go a little faster once the discomfort fades. Jungkook helps, using his grip on your ass, he slowly lifts you up and slams you back down on him. soon enough, the pain fades away completely and turns into pleasure. you begin to ride him harder, bouncing faster on his cock. you’re absolute ecstasy, so happy to have him like this again. Jungkook feels the exact same way. there’s nothing more relieving than being buried inside you. he’s in pure bliss.
“that’s it, baby,” he groans.
he helps you bounce harder, thrusting up into you so get in deeper. your breasts bounce near his face, he uses the opportunity to bury his nose between them for a moment, inhaling you scent before leaning back to lick and suck at your nipples again. his hazy eyes look at the grease marks his hands left on your breasts, alongside the hickeys he’s sucked onto you. he feels a deep sense of satisfaction, seeing how you look so marked up by him.
you rake your nails down his back and his broad shoulders, before threading your fingers through his hair to pull him in to peck his parted lips. both of you pant into each other’s mouths as your paces become more desperate. the workshop is filled with the wet sounds of your skin meeting his, your loud moans, Jungkook’s groans and praises.
“I’m gonna come soon,” you say breathlessly.
“me too, baby.” Jungkook admits, thrusting up into you harder.
you both keep going until you release first. your pussy flutters around him as you come hard with a cry. the feeling of you releasing around his cock pushes Jungkook over the edge as well. he buries himself deep inside you with a groan and fills you up. for a long moment you both stay panting and clinging to each other, reeling from the high. once you’ve both calmed down a little, you smash your lips together in a hungry and heated kiss. you hum into his mouth when his tongue slides into your mouth. eventually, Jungkook pulls back and scoops you up in his arms again, securely holding you under your thighs. he carries you to the side of the Mercedes, lets you down and turns you around so your front presses against the window at the door. your breasts squish against the glass, causing your nipples to harden at the slight coolness.
the position you’re in exposes your ass, and he takes advantage of it. he grips your ass cheeks and spreads them before delivering a delicious smack to one of them. Jungkook admires the greasy handprint he left behind, a perfect print of his hand. he feels a deep sense of possessiveness.
“look at that...” he murmurs proudly.
he leans in close so his lips brush your ear, he licks your earlobe and nips on it. “you gonna let me fuck you, baby?”
you whimper, feeling your legs tremble. the first round was phenomenal, but you do need more of him, so much more. to make up for the lost time. you nod eagerly. “yes...please.”
Jungkook hums before kissing along the side of your neck while roaming his hands over you. he gropes your ass, squeezes your breasts, and pinches your nipples. his cock hardens, rubbing against your soaked pussy. you push back against him, impatient and desperate to have him inside you again. he moves his hand away from your breast and lightly wraps it around his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds teasingly.
you whine and push back against him harder. “Jungkook, stop teasing me.”
“sorry, baby.” he whispers and kisses your shoulder apologetically.
he then lines himself up and pushes in slowly, stretching you again. you gasp at thefeeling. slowly, very slowly he keeps going, penetrating you inch by inch while he caresses your hips soothingly. every couple of seconds, he gently asks if you’re okay. you assure him that you are, and only then does he continue going in. he uses the grip on your hips to pull you back against him so he can sink in deeper until he’s completely buried inside you again. the fullness of him makes you moan.
“you good/” he asks, staying completely still for a moment, getting you used to him again.
“yes–” you say.
Jungkook starts moving, slowly thrusting in and out of you. it doesn’t take you long to get used to the stretch. when you tell him to go faster, he doesn’t hesitate. his grip on your hips tightens, he makes you arch your back more, so the angle can be deeper. the movements causes your breasts to slide against the window, leaving humid marks on the glass every time he thrusts in and out. you moan as he starts slamming his hips into you.
“faster, Jungkook..”
he groans, more than happy to fulfil your demand. his pace becomes animalistic as he fucks you faster, causing the car to rock slightly. your hands press against the window for leverage as he relentlessly slams his cock into you. you’re feeling so cock drunk, so lost in the ecstatic feeling of being fucked so good and loved so much. you murmur incoherent things, your breath fogging up the window. after a while of snapping his hips into you, he leans in close to roughly speak.
“I’m close, baby.”
“me too..” you whimper.
after a few more deep thrusts, you release again, clenching hard around him. right after you do, he’s burying himself deep and releasing as well. he fucks your combined releases into your pussy. he keeps thrusting into you until you’re complaining about being oversensitive. you both stay there for a moment, joined and panting. after a while you let out a soft laugh against the window. you turn your head to peep at him over your shoulder.
“you know?” you start off teasingly. “your service is so good. think I’m gonna need regular maintenance.”
Jungkook chuckles. “yeah? you think so?”
“hmm. gonna need it every single night.” you mumble.
Jungkook groans and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder before pulling out. for a second, he watches your combined releases dripping down your thigh before turning you around to face him. he pecks your lips, and then reaches for your discarded sundress.
“gotta give my girl what she wants.” he helps you slip the dress on. once its on, he pecks your lips again. “come on. let’s get going. we’re gonna need a nice long shower when we get home.”
you hum tiredly, watching as he pulls his pants up. “we can fuck in the shower too.” you mumble with a giggle.
Jungkook grins, finding himself extremely fond of the idea. “yeah, baby. we can.”
hii pumkins !! i lowkey had a mini panic attack while writing this + i was extremely stressed about some other things, so apologies if its kinda weird¿
OHH and pls note — y/n did NAWT get any grease or motor oil in her coochie
warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, smut (fem. oral receiving, fingering, choking, diff positions, multiple orgasms, jungkook is biggg (duhhhh)), jungkook is a lil dom-ish but also sweet and a consent king!!
summary: As a backup dancer on BTS's latest tour, you've found yourself in the opportunity of a lifetime. Through different routines, countries, and continents, one thing remained the same: Jeon Jungkook was your boss yet you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to climb his bones and for some odd reason, you think he feels the same about you.
word count: 15k ish
YEP LADIES I'm back with an original fic (don't get used to it HAHAHA I am semi-retired writer of fanfic these days) but this fic was literally just an excuse to write filthy jungkook SMUT because he is a fucking problem these days on tour and i can't wait to see my man after 7 seven years next month (chicago armys wya!!!)
playlist: please by bts, one more night by bts, closer to you by jungkook, signs by tate mcrae, bed chem by sabrina carpenter, petting zoo by justin bieber
PREVIEW BELOW~
At times, you found it quite hard to refrain from staring off in the distance at random things. Your mind would wander with its racing thoughts with everything you needed to do for the day, the night, the week, the weekend, and on show days that before you knew it, you’d turn spacey. It was innocent really, at times just a lapse in your brain for a quick release of mental tension that you always seemed to carry.
This, however, was not one of those times.
Your viewpoint from this vicinity on the stage was clear as could be as you watched them all walk up one of the side ramps; each side by side except for one who trailed behind the group, one hand shoved in his pocket, one holding a microphone in the other.
Jeon Jungkook was painstakingly sexy, and it wasn’t just due to his lethal face card. He was multitalented and charming, soft-spoken, and funny when he wanted to be. You had come to realize over the course of the tour though, he preferred to keep to himself and the other members only. It was opposite of Taehyung and Hoseok, who mingled with everyone in the tour crew including you and the large group of dancers who traveled with them city to city, country to country.
“You’re staring. Again,” Sana, one of your closest friends in the dance crew, scolded from your left side.
Immediately, you whipped your head to her and threw a quick finger her way for good measure.
“Fuck off,” you muttered, “I was not.”
“Uh, it was quite obvious you were,” Josh, one of your other closest friends noted as he continued to stretch out his shoulders.
The seven members of BTS were starting to check their mics and once they were set, a quick afternoon practice of blocking the stage and running through a couple of songs would begin. It was routine in each city the day of each show to ensure everyone knew their marks and that the choreography would become muscle memory.
You allow yourself one last glance towards Jungkook before turning back to Josh and Sana.
“Shut up,” you half admit defeat as you work your way into a split on your right side.
They both snickered and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well. Ever since the tour had started over two months ago, it was quite the joke between your closest friends who knew you had a raging crush on Jungkook.
Who wouldn’t?!
When you had first auditioned to become a dancer on tour, you had no idea who the artist you were auditioning to dance for was, as it was kept anonymous to prevent press leaks that BTS would be embarking on a massive world tour. When you got the job and found out who you would be dancing alongside of for the next year, it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and you couldn’t have accepted the offer quick enough.
There had been two months of rehearsals nearly every day for you and the other dancers leading up to the first show. It was exhausting, but there was no thrill like the one being able to stand on stage and dance in front of thousands of people every other night.
It nearly matched the thrill of being able to dance with Jungkook, but you wouldn’t admit that to anyone out loud, not even Sana.
Each member had been blocked a small group of dancers, and you had been placed in Jungkook’s cohort on his first day of rehearsal. From the moment you had laid eyes on him, your knees had wobbled. It was easy finding someone attractive on a phone screen, but seeing someone so hot in person was jarring. Each member was attractive in their own right, but there was something about Jungkook which set your insides on fire. You had debated at one point asking to move to another member’s cohort, but Sana talked you out of it.
“Oh my god Y/N, it’s fine! He’s sexy as hell! Just enjoy being able to dance close to him! You’ll be fine!”
And you had been fine up to this point, but you hated the obscene thoughts you had about one of your bosses one too many times a day.
Suddenly, a boom echoed in a microphone which jolted everyone in the vicinity. Eyes and heads looked towards the middle of the stage where Namjoon had apparently done something wrong with his microphone and his surrounding members began to cackle. Jungkook’s head tipped back as he laughed with that gorgeous smile, clapping his hands together as they tease the leader.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Namjoon scoffed into his mic, shrugging off his own laugh, “Are we ready?”
At his queue, the entire crew was at attention, and you slipped out of your split before standing up and adjusting your trackpants. Just as you and the dancers were about to spread out amongst the large stage, Sana smacked your ass quickly before leaning in—
“Good thing he was looking at you, too,” it was a whisper and it was nearly impossible to decipher among the chaos that was the stadium during practice.
You gave her a death glare and rolled your eyes before walking away towards the man who was slowly becoming your undoing.
jungkook x you (femreader) | blurb
summ. – your body is aching and kook has the remedy.
genre – smut, est. relationship
masterlist
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“You smell sooo good, Kooook.”
“Have you lost your mind? I just got back from a run,” He laughed, fending off your grabby hands as he tried to grab a cold water from the fridge.
Maybe you needed one too, he thought.
“Maybe I have lost my mind," You tutted and snatched the water from his grasp, gently placing it on the counter, “But I need you.”
It really should've been embarrassing being that desperate, in hindsight it probably was, but you knew your boyfriend – you knew how much he loved to be needed. And by the way those doe eyes you'd fallen in love with many moons ago widened and that smirk tickled his perfectly shaped lips, he knew what you were hinting.
“It's that time of the month again!?”
It always came around too quickly for his liking, and yours.
“It’s so baaaad,” You whined and dramatically threw your head back, gripping tightly onto the loose work-out top hanging from his shoulders. God, he looked delicious in that top.
Jungkook rested his hands on your waist with a sweet smile, thumbs gently rubbing your hips, “What do you need, baby? Because I'm not offering sex and getting rejected again – my ego can’t take it.”
You scoffed, “That was last night and you know what I’m like – sometimes I don’t know what I want but right now I need you to just... I dunno, touch me I guess,” Your voice was low and meek compared to your usual tone.
But Jungkook understood. “What hurts?” He asked gently, pressing soft kisses to your flushed cheeks.
“Everything,” You sighed, melting into his touch.
“Here?” He asked tentatively as his hands slipped under the sheer shirt you’d thrown on, slowly travelling up to your bare chest.
You nodded, pliantly arching into his warm palms, “No bra? Hurts too much, huh?” He whispered, fingertips smoothing over your sensitive swells. Every movement laced in pleasure and pain.
“Be gentle,” You moaned back, eyes closed as his lips nipped at your neck.
“When am I not?” He asked cheekily, you could hear it in his voice.
“I can think of a few times… Jesus, that feels incredible.”
“My name is Jeongguk,” He quipped back before giving you a toe-curling kiss, groaning when your fingers slipped into his tangled curls.
“Shut up,” You murmured against his lips as his fingertips gently brushed across your swollen nubs, earning him a deep moan and a sigh of relief.
His hands were warm and soft but calloused in all the right places. And he knew you like the back of them; like a maestro performing the sweetest of symphonies. He knew what you liked, how much pressure you needed to really feel it – he knew when to slide up your shirt and give you extra attention with his perfect mouth. The small whimpers from above encouraged him, the little whines every time he lapped with the wet tip of his tongue and he knew when you needed more.
Jungkook knew how far to push when you were like this – sore, swollen and achey. He couldn’t stop staring at them at dinner last night, or this morning when he woke up to you sprawled out in bed, uninhibited by a bra. And fuck did it turn him on, imagining what they may look like if someday, he was lucky enough to put a baby in you.
“Kook, your mouth feels so good,” You whimpered, barely making a sound.
“Think you can come just from this?” He asked, eyes coming up and boring into yours as his slick thumbs worked you over, pace quickening.
“I think– yeah.. maybe, shit – no, I need more, baby.”
“I’ve got you.”
Jungkook's voice was gravelled as he alternated between each nipple with a pop, tongue flickering against the sensitive nubs while he steadied you against the kitchen island, knees trembling. His skilful fingers dipped down to your underwear, smoothing over your cotton covered clit so perfectly.
“Fuuu–ck,” You sighed, fingers still deeply entrenched in his messy curls as your body shook. The high built and washed over you slowly, like a soft crescendo – moan after moan slipping from your bitten lips, teetering over the edge.
Jungkook's hands came up to cradle your chest while you came down from the clouds, pressing soft kisses to the swells of your breasts and trailing up to your neck, “How do you feel now?”
“Relaaaaxed,” You sighed, grasping his blushing cheeks in your shaky palms and giving him a sweet kiss.
“Good,” He nodded with a proud smile before giving you a gentle smack on the backside, “Now come and have a shower with me because I smell.”
“And you're so hard…” You teased with a playful smile and a glance towards the mouth-watering outline in his stupidly tight cotton gym shorts.
Jungkook hummed and lovingly pushed you towards the bathroom, “And whose fault is that, huh?”
“I wouldn’t have a clue.”
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a/n – took a short side quest for a spicy jungkook blurb. this is one of my faves.
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i don't read member x member fics like, never! don't know why it's not my thing, but oh god this one got me feeling like i was fifteen all over again reading until 3am
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If possible I need loser jimin 🫣 I’m talking all the works
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Loser Jimin x reader. Jimin sfw
Jimin adjusts his glasses. He’s just about done with his page when you fit yourself under his arms to lay on him.
You pop your head up, covering the book.
“What’re you reading?”
“Hi, baby,” he begins, a slight smile reaching his lips. He shuts his book, bending one of the corners to keep his place for now. “Nothing important.”
“Just because I wont understand it doesn’t mean I don’t want to know,” you inform him, laying your head on his chest. He puts a free hand on your upper back, relaxing his body.
“The chapter I was on was about… in simplest terms, the way objects orbit different planets with varied amounts of gravity.”
You fake snore, as if it was boring. He makes a face.
“Oh come on.” He gently shakes you. “It’s not that bad.”
You let up with a loving smile. “It is. But no, seriously, that sounds smart. You’re so smart. How far along are you?”
“… uh, halfway?” He glances at it, estimating. “Maybe two thirds… I’ll finish it later tonight, for now…” he brings his hands up to hold your face. “Ive got someone real pretty to pay attention to.”
Your eyes flutter closed. Jimin always had a way of making you feel like the most important person alive.
“If you were a planet you would be the sun.” He comments, appreciating you just how you are. He adjusts his glasses.
“That.. has got to be the corniest pickup line I’ve ever heard.” You counter. “Why— because everything orbits the sun?”
“Because you’re the most valuable in the universe,” he begins to laugh as he talks. You sit up and grab his hand to kiss it.
“And?” You prompt.
“And you radiate light,” he keeps going.
“And??”
He’s a fit of giggling now, shy. “Uh- and I need you to live.”
“Wooooooow,” you drawl, straddling him now. “Smooth— tell you what, you earned it. Gimme a kiss.”
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”
You inch closer. “Come on….”
“Im fine actually,” he looks away “You look too good and… and you’re on top of me,”
“Okay? Youve kissed me before.” You reason, leaning in some more.
“Fine- fine fine.” He concedes, closing his eyes and anticipating a kiss. Cute.
“Okay okay okay,” he gently pushes you back by your shoulders and you grip his arms. “Whats the problem?”
“I just-“ he sputters. “You’re so gorgeous and you…” he sighs. “You like me and I have to just prepare myself.”
“You’re a loser, Jimin.” You accuse him, as adoring as ever.
“You love me anyway…” he looks down, his glasses sliding down his nose.
Quick thought on how jungkook would react to you doing the finding his friend on tinder prank.
You were sitting on the couch when you came across that prank again as you were scrolling on tiktok, Jungkook was in the kitchen making a quick snack for the both of you. And of course, you had to do this with him too.
You quickly got up, trying to hide the excitement as you skipped fast to the kitchen. He was standing there, his back facing you as he was tasting something from the food he was making.
“Jungkook”
“Hm” mouth full as he quickly glanced over at you then continued making his food.
Your elbows at the counter beside him now, you said so casually, “ i found taehyung on tinder,”
“Whats that,”
“A dating app”
“…”
“how did you find out.” Not looking at your face as he continued chopping, he’s slightly tense now, trying to be calm as he waited for you to talk.
“Found him on tinder, babe” your voice sound a bit shaky, he’s visibly confused and it freaks you out a bit, but you were determined to prank him.
“Why is a dating app on your phone.” He stopped chopping now, his face turned to you as he fixed you with a very irritated look.
“I’m telling you taehyung is on a dating app!, isn’t he like in a relationship?.”
“Aren’t you? Like.” Then he walked away, turning the kitchen lights off.
Sorry this all i got cuz i got irritated in his place
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