this is something similar to a library of my favorite fics if i ever want to read it again. And maybe this helps you if you are trying to find some good and smutty bts fics to read ;) mostly jungkook and ot7;;
OT7 and other pairings:Â
- Catch 22- (Jimin x Yoongi x Reader) by @writingseoul
- Flux: Ripples (Yoongi x Jungkook x Reader) by @yooniaÂ
- Sweeter than Sweet (Jimin x reader x ot7) by @gimmesumsugaÂ
- Love in the time of movies and duvets (Yoongi x Jungkook x Reader) by @jeonggukingdomÂ
- A Piece of You (Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook) by @httpjeon
- Do-re-mi-fa-so (fucking done) (Jungkook x reader/ Yoongi x reader x Hoseok/ Taehyun x reader) by @fortunexkookieÂ
- White Room (Yoongi x reader x Jungkook) by @kissmetaeÂ
- Business (Taehyung x reader x Jungkook) by @btssmutgaloreÂ
- Thesis It Lemons (OT7 x reader) by @xherxxÂ
- Sleeping Temptation (OT7 x reader) by @yminieÂ
- Bed & Boyfriend(s) (Taehyung x reader / Yoongi x Jungkook / Jungkook x reader x Yoongi) by @yooniaÂ
JUNGKOOK
- Two Rotten Apples by @chickenkooksÂ
- Monster by @btssmutgaloreÂ
- Tattoo by @letterstokookÂ
- The art of War More by @kpopfanfictrash
- Toy by @writingseoulÂ
- Animal by @cutaepatootieÂ
- Not quite lovers by @junqkookÂ
- Snow and Ice by @hayjeon
- Ego by @suga-kookiemonsterÂ
- Bad for You by @yoonia
- Feels like summer by @badbhyeÂ
- Sugarplum Elegy by @bymoonchild
- Paper doll by @winetaeÂ
- Try out by @httpjeonÂ
- One-Step Forward, Two-Steps Back by @oureuphoria
Summary: You have a long day alone at home, but luckily Jungkook comes back from work and gives you all the attention you need.
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Yn has sad thoughts but she's ok I swear, age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex, face sitting, humiliation.
A.N.: This is an idea I had for so looong marinating in my twisted mind. đ”âđ« I'm kidding, obvi the story's not that crazy, the themes are just ... a lil bit unhealthy, lol (vminkook are like paternal/big brother figures but they fuck her too... đ).
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"I get to choose your outfit today." You look at Taehyung and Jungkook, shifting your eyes to one and to the other, confused. "I'm back home tonight, there's no logic for him to choose it." Your mouth is hanging open, doe eyes on them.
Jungkook wants to dress you, but Taehyung wants to as well. The problem now is that Jungkook will be back home tonight after work when Taehyung won't be. So, the point is, if he isn't able to see you in the clothes he chose, he should let Jungkook do it.
Taehyung is stubborn though, he won't let it go. You just stand there, in your walk in closet, naked. You're starting to get cold and this argument is childish.
If you say nothing, it could continue for a very long time. These two arguing is infernal. When Jungkook wants something, he does everything to have it.
"You have no fashion sense, let the expert do the job." Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, turning his head to the side. "You'll dress her as a slut, again." He's talking to the man beside him and Jungkook scoffs, offended.
You frown at Taehyung, who seems too unbothered by the fact he just described you as a prostitute. You pout, leaning back in the couch placed in the middle of your closet. The cold air is painful on your uncovered nipples and you try to heat them by holding them in your hands.
"We're Saturday, she's not going to class, it doesn't matter. Stop saying bullshit and leave us alone." Taehyung clenches his jaw, about to snap back, but you intervene before it gets worse.
"You're both annoying! I'm getting cold and my nipples hurt!" They turn their heads in your direction, looking guilty. "Tae, please. You picked my outfit this whole week. Let Koo do it today."
He doesn't look happy, but this argument had to end. It was getting ridiculous. You feel a sting in your heart as he walks away, angry. He always do as you desire, so he doesn't say anything back. You just wish he could be less resentful, you won't see him until Sunday night and you really don't like it when he leaves upset.
"Whatever." His back is facing you and you watch him with sad eyes stepping outside of your room.
"Tae-" He's too far away to hear you and you hesitate to run after him. It's so unfair, you hope he'll still send you messages when he'll arrived at his hotel room for work.
"It's ok, baby girl. We're finally alone." Jungkook sports a smug smile on his face and comes to you, circling your body with his hands on either side of you. He leans in slightly to position his head at your level. "My baby's cold?"
You pout and nod, staring into his eyes. "It hurts." You simply say and Jungkook grins viciously.
He glimpses down to your breasts, diving his head the second after. He cups one of your boobs and takes it to his mouth. You gasp at the sudden wet feeling, his tongue swiftly flicks on your bud and he gently sucks on it.
You grasp at his flimsy black shirt, twisting the material between your small fingers. You let out quiet moans as you feel the familiar heat building at the pitch of your stomach. That's not really how you intended to start your day.
Jungkook switches his mouth to your other breast, playing with it the same way he did with the previous one. His lips deliciously wrap around your nipple and with the intensity he suckles on it you wonder if he's not trying to sip milk out of you.
You rub your thighs against each other and you know if you let him continue you're going to make a mess. As much as you adore his mouth on you, you don't want a pool between your legs all day.
"Koo, please... stop." You whine as he licks one last time your hardened nipple. He straightens his back and pats your cheek slightly. He sends you a cheesy smirk, satisfied with the aroused state he put you in.
"Mmh." He checks your body with frowned eyebrows, he seems in his thoughts. He walks to your lingerie drawer and comes back with a set. "Get up." He says while examining the underwear he picked.
It's in a hot pink colour with hearts at the place of the adjusting straps. You remember it to be the set Jungkook bought for you this Valentine's Day. It was packed up in a cute little red bag with a teddy bear and a letter. It was more of a gift to him than for you, but you liked the way his eyes devoured you when you had the lingerie on.
You stand on your feet and approach him. He settles down on one knee, placing the panties in the air for you to put your legs through the holes. When it's done, he slides the material up your thighs while standing up himself and he lets the straps slightly slaps against the skin of your hips.
After, he guides your hands under the hot pink straps of your bra, telling you to turn around. The lace perfectly cups your boobs and he closes the clip behind. You move your feet to face him again, lifting your eyes up to meet his gaze.
He smiles, tilting his head to the side. "What do you think about a long sleeve, a skirt and knee-high socks?"
"Whatever you want, Daddy." The corner of his lips curl more, always enjoying the name.
"I need your approval, baby."
You shake your head, locking your hands behind your back. "You don't." You dare to say and you know it's doing something to him. Jungkook always do whatever he wants, he never really listens to Taehyung and Jimin. He hates when people tell him what to do or what to not do, especially when his elders do it. "But yes, let's go with that."
The man hums, going through your clothes. He searches each article, looking what top would go better with the skirt he chose. You watch distractedly, wandering in your thoughts.
You like when they handle you. It's a way for you to take a break and to feel cared for. It's comforting for you to let people take control, to tell you what to do. University can really eat up your mood and energy sometimes. Nothing's better than to get home and be welcomed by them.
You are watching a show while waiting impatiently for the time to pass 20 o'clock. They are always at work all day, leaving you alone in your big apartment where the only sound you hear is the one of your sighs.
You agreed to that, but sometimes you wished you didn't. You and the boys are not something usual. Dating three men at the same time is not usual. Especially with such a large age gap. You are 20, while Jungkook is 27 and Taehyung and Jimin are 30.
If your mother knew, you know she'd burst into tears, wondering what her daughter have become. What she did wrong with you for you to take such a path in your life. But you will never tell her nor your dad.
You might be crazy to think that, but you need them. You need the comfort they bring you. Their validation is necessary as their caring and their support.
You shift your head to the entry door when you hear it cracking open. You rapidly tap the screen of your phone; 20:12. You smile as you realize Jungkook just came back from work. You really missed him.
"Koo!" You excitedly run into his arms, snuggling your head on his firm chest.
"Hello, baby girl." He hugs you back and kisses your hair. "How was your day?"
You pout and raise your head to look at him. "Boring." You sigh. "Wished Daddy was there with me."
Jungkook smiles and gently pecks your pouting lips. "Well, I'm here now, sweetheart, am I?" You hum in agreement.
"Did you eat?" You ask, still stuck to his chest.
"Ah, yes. I went out with my colleagues tonight." You're a little disappointed because you prepared a really good meal and you were proud of your work. You let out an 'oh', you wanted him to taste it. "What? Did you make a portion for me?" You nod. "You're so sweet, baby girl. I'm sorry. I'll eat your delicious food tomorrow for dinner. Is that ok?" He coos at you, running his hands up and down your back.
"Yes..." You mumble, still a bit sad, but you get over it rapidly because Jungkook is finally home.
He lets you go as he bends over to unlace his shoes, throwing them on the shoes rack. He makes his way to his room and you follow him closely and he can't help but grin to himself. You're so cute.
Clumsy is toddling behind you, wondering where his humans are going. You sit on his bed as you watch him getting undress of his formal attire. He removes his blazer and loosens his tie while looking at you.
He steps closer, resting between your legs. He smirks at you and you look up at him in awe. "Stop looking at me like that, baby girl. You know how it makes me feel..."
"What do you mean?" You question him, but you totally know what he means. You just want to tease, it has been so long without him. You want to play. Jungkook chuckles at your fake innocence. You lean in, placing your hands between your thighs to show him your boobs. "It makes you, like, ... hard?" Your lips are slightly parted as you stare up at him with doe eyes.
He smiles, pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "Yeah, like, rock hard." He repeats the words you used to make fun of you.
"I'm sorry." You glimpse at his crotch, the outline of his soft dick gives you shivers.
"No, you're not." You gasp when his hand finds your neck, his fingers wrapping around it while his thumb tilts your chin up. "I'm sure you were thinking about my dick in that dirty pussy all day, hm? Am I right?"
He guides his thumb over your lips, forcing them apart by pulling on your bottom lip. He watches closely your tongue darting out to lick his thumb, bringing it in the warmth of your mouth. You suck around it the same way he did with your nipples this morning. You moan lowly, keeping eye contact with Jungkook.
You let go of him and he trails down his wet thumb over your neck to the cleavage of your breasts as his eyes follow his movements "I'm not dirty." He shifts his gaze to you at your whining, the corner of his mouth lifting into a cocky smirk.
"You are, baby girl." You pout at his words, he's really mean for saying that. "That little perverted mind of yours makes you dirty."
You frown, hurt and humiliated. You try to move away from him, but he catches your wrist before you can. You pull your arm and he tightens his grip, bringing you to his chest.
"All you think about is getting fuck around. Did you play with that little pussy while I was at work, baby?" Jungkook slides his free hand on your waist, going down to the small of your back.
You nod shyly, gulping as you feel your body getting warmer. His tongue didn't help you from touching yourself neither did the call with Jimin early in the afternoon.
He smirks at your affirmation, happy that he is right, like always. "See, you're a dirty girl. Can't keep your hand out of your panties." He lets go of your wrist, stepping back to take in your form. You're sitting prettily at the edge of his bed, precious eyes asking for one thing; being fucked. And you will, but Jungkook feels playful. "Do you know what happens to dirty girls?"
"No..." You answer, worried about what he has decided to do to you.
You're laying on your side pathetically, hands tied up by Jungkook's tie and he's holding one of your legs up to his chest. The hardness of his thrusts are pushing you away from him each time his skin meets yours and his hands are moving to your waist to bring you back against his dick.
You try to speak, but your words are stuck in your throat and your eyes roll back into your skull as he pounds into you mercilessly. The only sounds you can make are the ones of your moans and whines, amplified by Jungkook's hand slapping your butt.
"Dirty girl..." He grunts, throwing his head back while still looking where your two bodies connect. "That's how you get treated, sweetheart." You moan in response. Your boobs are bouncing on your chest and he finds you totally delectable in this position.
It is no surprise to you that Jungkook likes it messy. He likes the smell of sex, he specifically likes it on you. Maybe it's because he makes you smell like it, maybe it's because he knows his cum is filling up your pussy.
His favourite activity is sex, so, of course, he decided to fuck the shit out of you the second you told him you touched yourself today. Either way, you are enjoying the situation way too much. Jungkook's right; you're a pervert. But isn't it understandable when you have three hot boyfriends?
"Daddy-" You gasp as his erection brushes against your sensitive spot. You're probably a huge mess right now, but nothing can please more Jungkook than seeing you crying under him.
"What is that, baby girl?" He's panting like he's running a whole marathon, his abs flexing as he tries to not let his orgasm takes him over.
"Ahh-! Koo..." You whisper his name, your eyelids closing as letting them open begin to be too much.
"This is nothing a dirty girl like you can't handle." You can't count anymore the number of times he called you like that, but you still clench your walls at each mention of the name. "Is this not what you wanted?" He chuckles, leaning his hand that is not holding your thigh down next to your face.
"I- I just..." You don't continue what you were saying, moaning out his name because that's the only thing your brain can process at the moment.
"You just what? You just like getting your pussy stretch out by a dick?" He asks mockingly, his hips cleverly rolling against your ass. "My dick?" His head is close to yours, you feel his hot breath brushing your face as he says those two words.
You wiggle your wrists, but the knot is too strong for you to get rid of Jungkook's tie. You doubt that the piece of clothe will be wearable after that.
"Please, Daddy." You manage to breath out. "Just need to come."
"Hm, my baby wants to come?" He pats your cheek, a big contrast comparing to how he's pounding his dick hard into your hole right now.
"Yes! Daddy..."
Jungkook is the only one in measure to give you an orgasm. Your hands are tied up so you can't reach your clit and the position you are in doesn't stimulate your sensitive spot enough to come. It does feel good, but it also feels like a never ending agony.
He slips out of you and you open your eyes wide, looking at him, confusion written all over your face. He moves close to the headboard and lays on his back. You follow him, not sure of what he expects you to do.
"Come on, sit on my face." You don't have to be told twice.
You try to steady yourself over his head, but it's complicated with your wobbly legs and your tied up wrists. Jungkook helps you by holding your hips, his hands going down to the back of your thighs as you lower your crotch on him.
You feel his hot breath hitting your core and you squirm at that, but he keeps you close to his mouth with his strong hands around your hips. He slaps your butt cheek sharply, making you gasp. "Daddy!"
"Now you're acting shy, sweetheart?" He asks you. "Don't act like a prude when you're a pervert." You moan when his nose brushes against your clit. "Sit on my face."
You finally slump down on him, your pussy right on his lips. He devours you right away instead of teasing you. His thumb finds your clitoris and circles it while his tongue licks you up from your juices. You are already incredibly horny so you know that your end is near.
His thumb moves up from your clit and lifts your skin up so your pussy is fully exposed to him. His nose touches perfectly your bud and you can't help but roll your hips on him to have more friction. His pink muscle enters and exits your entrance, teasing you deliciously.
"Oh, my God. Koo-!" You grip his brown hair, your fingers tugging on his curls. You throw your head back and enjoy fully the pleasure that Jungkook is giving you. You hump his face, chasing your high desperately. "Daddy... So good." You whine and you hear him groan, which sends vibrations through your pussy.
He scoops your arousal with his tongue, going in and out as he literally eats you out. Your taste lingers on his taste buds and he loves it. Of course he does, Jungkook adores everything sex related.
His fingertips grip tightly your thighs close to his head; he doesn't want you to slip away from his mouth. He takes a small break, long enough to respond to you. "My baby girl loves her pussy to be taken care of, huh?" You try to shove his face back on you with your hands on his head, but he holds you back, which makes you whine. "So needy, baby." He chuckles and looks up at you. "Dirty girl wants to come so bad on my tongue."
You wiggle your hips in the air, his breath sending shivers all over your body. "Jungkook, please. It hurts." He hums at your complaints, going back to eating your dripping cunt. "Aaah..." You sigh in relief, your hips going back to roll on his face by reflex.
His lips let go of your hole to come and suck on your pulsating clit. You clench around nothing, whimpering in pain. You need to release your orgasm. Jungkook's index and middle finger glide through your folds, pulling your pussy lips apart. Your walls are begging to be touched as your sensitive bud is being martyrized by his tongue.
"Fingers- Daddy, fingers, please." You feel his mouth curling up into a smile against you as he gives you what you asked for. Slowly, his fingers sink into you, scissoring your entering.
He licks your clit, pressing his tongue on it and moving it side to side. You scream in pleasure and fuck yourself on his face. His fingers form a little hook inside of you and reach your sensitive spot. Your lust is flooding from you, coating Jungkook's face everywhere.
"Oh, God, yes! I'm close, almost there..." He speeds up the pace of his tongue and fingers at your statement. You hump him like a deprived virgin, letting all of your sexual frustrations out. "Yes, yes, please."
Jungkook grunts at your moans, his erect penis twitching on his stomach, begging to be buried in the warmth of your wet cunt again. But he has to make you come before he can slip his dick back in, you'll be dripping wet after your high.
The stimulation on your clit finally sends you over the edge, reaching what you were craving for since the moment he got rid of your clothes. You buck your hips on his face, squeezing his head between your thighs. In a low moan, your orgasm hits you and you come all over Jungkook's tongue.
"Koo... Aah..." You twist his hair between your fingers, going down from the ecstasy of your high.
"Fuck, baby girl. That's it, good job." You whine, liking the praise you get. The humiliation turns you on, but you missed being praised.
Jungkook gives your thigh small taps, telling you to get down. You leave his face, setting down on your knees beside him. His lips are swollen and glistening from your wetness and he licks them dry. He wipes the excess from his chin with the back of his hand as he gets up on his knees as well.
"On your belly, baby." You nod and follow his instructions, laying down on your stomach in the middle of the bed. You present your self to him, lifting your ass in the air the way he likes it. He hisses at the view you are giving him and he squishes your butt between his big hands. "I'm gonna cum in that little pussy. You're gonna be dripping from my seed..."
Your legs are shaking from your previous orgasm and it's getting difficult to stand on them. Before they can betray you, Jungkook holds you by your hips and runs his hands all over your body. He touches your breasts and brushes his fingers against your perky nipples, getting a moan from you as your arch your back.
He groans when your ass presses against his painful erection. "So eager to please your Daddy... Aren't you, baby girl?" You moan in response as his tip glides through your folds, a long trail of your arousal sticking to his dick when he backs away. "So excited to take Daddy's dick like a good, dirty girl." He teases both of you by grinding his erection against your ass, so close to penetrate you.
"Hmm, Koo... I'm so ready." You rub yourself against his cock, proving him that you are telling the truth.
"Yeah, I see that." He chuckles, groping your butt cheeks as his tongue darts out to moisturize his dried lips. "Dripping wet. You soiled my bed sheets." He slaps your ass harshly, soothing the red skin after.
Your flesh bounces a little from the hard smack and you love it. You love being treated this way. One hand around the base of his cock, he coats his tip with your lust, sliding down to your clit and up to your entrance. You spread your legs more and wait patiently for him.
"That's Daddy's dirty girl." With a swift movement of his hips, he enters you for the second time. He groans when the entirety of his shaft is in. His pelvis meets the curve of your ass and his balls braze the back of your thighs. "Fuck. Can't get enough of this pretty pussy." He smacks your ass, bitting down on his bottom lip. "My pussy, right, baby girl?" He asks you, even though there's only one answer possible.
"Yes. Yours, Daddy." He starts to pound into you, leaving no time for you to accommodate to his hard thrusts. At this rhythm, you will return into a panting mess really fast. Jungkook has one goal in mind and it is to come. And ruin you.
You feel the skin of your ass and thighs burning, becoming red as he snaps his hips on you again and again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You grip at the sheets in from of you as he curses, a weak way to keep you steady. A coat of your lust circles the base of Jungkook's cock and he moans at the sight. The most beautiful he has ever seen in his opinion.
He's rock hard inside of you and the overstimulation is driving you crazy. He is determined to fuck you dumb, dumber than you are right now. He leans down on you, a hand on your head to press it into the mattress. You cry out, your walls clenching around him as your eyes become white.
His hips roll against your ass without any pity, frowning as he focuses completely on his pleasure and soon release. He can't help but get more turned on by the wet noises leaving your cunt as his dick pushes your juices around, dripping down your legs. The flesh of your thighs bounces around and Jungkook's balls smack against them each time his pelvis reaches the mess that is your pussy.
Jungkook lets out a guttural moan from his throat and throws his head back, enjoying this too much. "Clench around me, make me come, sweetheart. Come on, make Daddy fill you up full of his cum." You do as he told you to, squeezing your walls around him as if you're about to suck him all. You moan and whimper, clenching til the last drop.
He moves his hips faster, the knot in his stomach tightening. He's close and the only thing he wants is to come.
"Fuck, that's it. I'm close, really close, baby girl." He takes a hand full of your hair, pulling and tugging on it. "Shit, shit. Coming." His dick twitches inside of you, tickling your velvet walls, about to paint them white. He finally bucks his hips, a heavy strand of cum spilling into you. He bottoms out to slides back in and shoots the last drops of his cum in the warmth of your hole.
He stays inside a little bit before taking his softening cock out of you, his seeds dripping down from your entrance. You let yourself fall on the bed, unable to stand on your knees by yourself after that long session of heated sex.
Jungkook unties your wrists, kissing your temple as he's trying to catch his breath. "Since it's just the two of us tomorrow, I'm fucking you all day, baby."
summary: in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places.
> fluff, a little twinge of angst? / wc: 4.2k
> warnings: none really. but if youâve read the grocery store drabble, you really get lost in this one. hehe
note: you!!! stop making him worry like this. cries in i love sweet boy jungkook sooo much. + i enjoyed writing this :[ <3 listened to cigs after sex while i was at it. and as you can tell i got very. carried away. scratches head. researching about pokemon bread was also kind of fun?
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love is selflessâ itâs what they often say. however, on his way home from work, jungkook finds himself admitting his ugly truth: he is selfish. when he arrives at your shared space, he will tangle his limbs with yours and let you drag him across the floor to wherever it is you need to go. he will hold on to you, and never let go. he will abandon the concept of time at the farthest corner of his mind, along with his exhaustive musings and responsibilities. instead, he will be consumed by you.
and sometimes, he finds that the telepathy connecting the two of you is baffling.
because heâs definitely not thinking about anything else but you. heâs scouring the entire apartment for any trace of life, but youâre nowhere to be found. the bed is still made. the bathroom lights are off. the pillows on the couch are organized. the center table is spotless. the kitchen is clean. he opens the trash bin, and the last thing tossed in there is still the egg tray he discarded this morning. he checks the laundry room, but the only clothes of yours in the laundry basket are from yesterday.
he ends up deciding that youâre not playing hide-and-seek with him like he originally thought. he sits on the counter top, anxiously playing with his lipring as he calls your number. again. and again. and again.
you did tell him earlier that you were going to visit the library, but it already closed an hour ago, so you should be home by now. moreover, if you were going to drop by other places, you wouldâve updated him that youâd be home later at night. but you didnât. the last text you sent him was a captured photo of page 73, an overview about thyme. you reminded him that he once mentioned that he wanted to grow some herbs in your balcony, so youâre doing some old-fashioned research about them in the library.
and thank heavens you answer the call on his fifth try, because heâs about to have a breakdown in the middle of your kitchen.
âjungkook!â
not to be dramatic, but if he was standing, his knees wouldâve collapsed on the tiled floor at the sound of your voice. he swallows the lump in his throat, breathes deeply to unload the weight sitting on his chest.
âwhere are you?â
âoh, right! about that-â you chuckle nervously, and he can already imagine you tapping your foot against the floor. âwait. let me just-â
âhow long? i canât wait. i miss you. tell me where you are and iâll pick you up.â he hops off the counter, making a beeline to the front door.
âyes, pick me up. please. iâm not sure where i am exactly but i just checked and my location is still turned on with you.â
oh shit. the location feature. why didnât he think of that? and what do you mean by-
he pauses on his tracks, car keys back in his hand not even twenty minutes since he got off his car. âbaby, how do you not know where you are?â
âuhm, i fell asleep in the bus . . . then i panicked and got off because i thought i missed my stop. but youâre not gonna believe what happened next!â
he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers massaging his temple because he has a bad feeling about this. âokay. try me.â
âi realized i actually got on the wrong bus. stupid, right?â you giggle through the phone speaker, and itâs both endearing and ridiculous that you can still laugh in this situation.
nevermind that, heâs just relieved that youâre safe.
âi walked for a while and found this convenience store with a charging station. i emptied my battery trying to book a taxi but none accepted me!â
your whiny voice makes him smile, although he looked forward to hearing it more when he planned to be disgustingly clingy and affectionate.
âiâll go, baby. just wait for me there, okay?â he presses the down button, waiting for the elevator to arrive.
âokaaay.â you reply in a sing-song voice.
he puts you on speaker mode when he enters, checking on your location to see how far youâve strayed from home. you got on the wrong bus. no mistake about that.
âyouâre an hour and three minutes away.â
he hears you choke out a cough from the other line, most probably on a drink. âan hour?! by foot, right?â
âno,â he chuckles. late night drives with you arenât new, so he doesnât mind it one bit. âby car.â
silence fills the air for a few seconds. âthen iâll drive on the way back. iâm about to eat ramyeon so iâll be energized!â
âletâs see if i get too tired to drive. just stay on the phone for me, okay?â
âwait- iâm hungry. need to go put hot water in my noodles. letâs switch to video call.â
when he accepts the video call, heâs greeted by the candy and chocolate shelf in landscape view. you probably propped up your phone on the charging station, so he adjusts his phoneâs position to match yours. and you . . . are nowhere to be found. again.
heâs already driving out on the road when you appear on his screen. you smile at him, waving the chopsticks in your hand.
âiâll do a live mukbang for you in a few minutes.â
he takes a brief glance, memorizing the way you look before reverting his attention to the road. a small smile grows on his face, a huge wave of love flooding his system. âyou look so pretty today.â
âthank you. it took me thirty minutes to pick out my outfit.â you chirp happily before revealing the hand hidden behind your back, holding up a special item you stumbled upon during your little adventure. âlook what i found! do you want it?â
âwhat is it?â he asks as he makes a turn.
âteam rocketâs pokemon bread. itâs chocolate.â you inspect the bread again to confirm that youâre correct. âitâs the last one on the shelf so i just bought it.â
his eyes widen in surprise, lips forming an âoâ. he personally knows many people who have been visiting stores until the late hours to buy them. itâs all the rage nowadays.
âoh? you actually found one?!â
âdonât you think fate led me here for this?â you gush excitedly.
he finally stops at a red light, taking a good look at you with fondness. âyouâre giving it to me?â
âyes. enjoy it, okay? i walked in boots for this.â you point at the camera threateningly.
so adorable. he misses you so much.
he obediently crosses his fingers to forge a promise. âi wonât leave a single crumb uneaten.â
âgood boy,â you poke the camera as if youâre booping his nose. âi left my food too long. iâll go get my overcooked ramyeon now.â
you disappear again, and he resumes his journey leading to you. you return moments later, devouring a cup of ramyeon. youâre holding it with some tissue paper. you were never really good with touching hot thingsâ you drop them without thinking twice . . . which is a health hazard.
and it stays like that for a little while. as jungkook drives, he looks at you and the navigation guide every now and then. just to make sure heâs turning to the correct lefts and rights as the voice says; and to give himself the assurance that you didnât stray somewhere else again. you, on the other hand, is too focused on your food to give your boyfriend a smidge of attention. thatâs how mukbang asmr is, right? only eating sounds?
the cashier is probably thinking of you funny for eating infront of your boyfriend via video call in a public place. you couldnât care less. itâs been a long day, and staying still in this small corner of the earth feels oddly comforting.
youâre in the middle of sipping down the leftover broth at the bottom of the cup when you hear movement from the aisle behind you. being nosy as you are, you find yourself taking a peek. you take quick and light steps back to jungkook to tell him about what you saw.
âbabe, theyâre restocking the pokemon breads. iâm the only person left here.â you whisper with one hand covering your mouth from the side, as if youâre sharing a secret. âiâll buy more.â
he unconsciously copies the gesture and the volume of your voice. âdo they have the other flavors too?â
âyes. keep driving safe. be right back.â
you dash to the other aisle, and jungkook and the long row of kitkats play a staring contest in the middle of traffic yet again.
familiar with your nature, it is entertaining to watch you participate in the pokemon bread hunt out of the blue. very on-brand and-
âso competitive.â he laughs to himself.
â
âhi!â you beam at the camera, hugging the paper bag inhabited by your new prized possessions. âuh, we have eight in total. i bought one of each flavor so thereâs two team rocket now. and three jigglypuff bread just because- um-â
jungkook stifles his laughter. oh, of course you did.
âitâs so cute. i couldnât help myself.â you sigh, slightly feeling guilty. other people do hoard them and buy everything off the shelf, so you think about that to feel less bad about taking all the jigglypuffs.
fuck. if youâre being this cute over a jigglypuff bread, he might just have to join everyone and do convenience store raids, too.
âyouâre kind for still leaving some. i saw a person in the internet buy all the pokemon breads in the store they went to.â
âright?! i saw that, too.â you exclaim, relieved that you had the same thought as him.
âdid you get me my pikachu, though?â
âof course. pikachu must always be present!â you answer proudly as you unplug your phone after seeing that itâs already at 50%. âiâm getting bored here. thereâs a thrift shop just beside this, so iâll go see if theyâre still opened.â
jungkook drums his fingers on the steering wheel, following a beat heâs making up on the spot. âalright. iâm only fifteen minutes away, so donât go anywhere else.â
âyes, sir.â
âand donât end the call.â
âi wonât. youâll miss me.â
he clicks his tongue before sighing, expressing his frustrating sorrow. âi already do.â
â
the air from outside is warmer, and it engulfs you the second you pull the door open. it makes your skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. the thought of going back inside enters your mind, but the idea gets shot down immediately after. might get tempted to buy more bread.
the thrift shop heavily contrasts the vivid conveniece store. there is no door. racks of pre-loved clothing greet you by the entrance, leading to more of them inside. a lone warm lightbulb illuminates the cramped space, hanging in the middle of the dirty white ceiling. and the smell. oh, the smellâ it causes nostalgia to rush throughout your body.
a woman emerges from the wooden counter. sheâs in her 50s, if you had the guess. you make eye-contact, and her kind eyes eases your uncertainty about whether youâre allowed to enter or not.
âyou can still look around if you want. iâm just cleaning before i close up.â
âoh, thank you!â you politely bow before approaching the long rack of shirts and long-sleeves against the wall. youâve been eyeing them since the moment you arrived.
left with no other choice, you leave the paper bag of pokemon breads on the floor, under one of the racks. you carefully lean your phone against a shoe on the shelf above it, just a little higher than your eye-level. you smile unbeknownst to yourself. your jungkook looks extra handsome when driving. while he admittedly has a short attention span, heâs very focused on the road when heâs behind the wheel.
youâre already browsing through the clothes when he glances at his phone. he can only see half your face, but he also hears your fast hands pushing back the hanger of the ones that donât capture your interest.
your love for shopping doubled when you entered a relationship with jungkook, because purchasing items you think he like or need also brings you an unexplainable joy. itâs not limited to clothes or accessories. for example, you bought him white and blue acrylic paint two months ago because you noticed that he used them all up for a project.
after more or less ten minutes, there are already two t-shirts and one sweater hanging on your forearm. one of the t-shirt is yours. it matches with one of your trousers that you barely wear.
youâve walked past the camera frame when you stumble upon a black bomber jacket, looking so cool and brand-new, which explains why itâs a bit on the pricier side. and you know jungkook has a lot of other black jackets back at home, but you just canât help yourself because it reminds you so much of him.
itâs so jungkook. you canât allow it to live in another personâs closet.
you approach the counter with the clothes you picked out. the woman halts her sweeping outside, leaving the broom against the wall before wiping her hands on her long skirt, the floral print noticeably faded with time. you hastily grab the belongings you left unattended, putting your phoneâs microphone on mute to keep your little surprise.
thereâs no paper bills left in your wallet after spending all your money on food and clothes. with a grimace, you drop it inside your bag. you were only supposed to go to the library today, spend a little money on bus fare and lunch. perhaps, spontaneously add in a little snack in between. however, this is called spontaneity out of hand.
âare these for your boyfriendâs birthday?â the woman asks in a hushed, yet teasing, voice as she folds up the jacket.
two pairs of eyes fall on the phone youâre holding, and you smile sheepishly. âiâm trying to make everyday his birthday.â
âheâs very handsome. you better take good care of him!â
you cover your face in embarrassment, silently laughing. âwe take good care of each other! heâs coming to pick me up because i couldnât find a taxi.â
âoh dear, are you new here?â she stuffs the jacket in the big plastic bag, along with the other clothes you bought. âthereâs barely any taxis here after 9pm. everyone just walks. many complaints about it, but good exercise for my rusty bones when they ask me.â
âiâll keep that in mind for next time.â you wrap your left arm around the bag of clothes, sliding it off the counter until youâre carrying its full weight. âthank you again. have a great night! and stay healthy!â
you stumble on the single step leading outside because the weight of the breads and clothes are unbalanced. thankfully, you make it out of the shop without a scratch. the woman bids you a safe trip and picks up the broom, the melancholia of night-time quietness blanketing her home once again.
you look down at your phone to find that the video call with jungkook has ended, but before you can question him, a familiar voice sings your name from a close distance.
âjungkook!â you call out to him, crossing the distance between you in high spirits. âyou really came for me!â
jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. âyou really thought iâd leave you here stranded? you always make me worried.â
âi never do it on purpose.â you frown, shoulders sagged with guilt.
âthat makes it more worrisome.â he breathes out a sigh. âcome here. i missed you.â
âi want to hug you, but my hands are full.â
he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight embrace. he feels you give a chaste kiss to his jaw before leaning your cheek on his shoulder, and just like that, his anxiety melts away. your favorite perfume invades his sense of smell. as a person with a sensitive nose, many perfumes often give him a headache. he is in love with yours. itâs sweet and subtle; it feels like coming home.
âi was so excited to come home but you werenât there.â
âiâm sorry for always making you worry. iâll be more mindful next time.â you apologize to him with a kiss on the cheek, and you feel it rise against your lips when he smiles. âoh no, wait. the bread- theyâre going to get all mushed up.â
he reluctantly untangles himself from you, taking away the heavy load youâre carrying without you having to ask. this is when you swiftly snatch the car keys from his hand.
âi want to drive this time.â
he breathes out a sigh of relief. âoh my god, thank you. iâm getting sleepy.â
â
itâs impossible not to quickly look over to the passenger seat when a bright flash fills the vehicle. surprise, surprise! instead of sleeping, jungkook is taking pictures of the packs of pokemon bread he eagerly arranged on his lap.
âthat flash is brighter than the sun.â
he throws a thumbs-up with an overly enthusiastic voice. âsamsung!â
you swear, every chance he gets he promotes thei-
âdonât you dare steal my jigglypuff.â
he raises his arms in surrender, making balloons with his cheeks. âi just didnât know they were strawberry flavored. iâm tasting team rocketâs chocolate rolls first. namjoon-hyung likes it.â
he carefully tears it from the other side to keep team rocketâs image unharmed. he takes a bite from the choco roll, and feeds the remaining half to you.
âmhmmm.â he hums, eyebrows furrowed in sheer delight. âitâs so good? iâm glad you bought another.â
he divides another roll in the middle. he munches on his share as he waits for you to finish your first bite. while he does as such, he suddenly perks up when he remembers the story he was supposed to tell you.
âi saw a group of guys enter the convenience store when i arrived earlier. they were looking for pokemon bread, too.â
âhowâd you know?â
âi heard one of them say âthis one better have the gastly bread or i will cry.ââ he imitates the strangerâs deep voice speaking in a whiny manner. âit was funny.â
âthen heâs probably on his way home crying now.â your giggles create a harmony.
that store did not have gastly bread, unfortunately.
â
âmoment of truth.â
jungkook locates the pokemon sticker after you finish the rest of the bread. you wait with bated breath as he unveils the first out of eight stickers.
he gasps as he comes face-to-face with- âitâs snorlax! number 143 . . . 143.â he freezes as he scans his memory for the special meaning of the number code. âdoesnât that mean âi love youâ?â
âit does,â you confirm with a grin. âi told you it was fate! isnât it the best love confession?â
while living with you is a type of intimacy he values greatly, and protects everyday, getting lost in unfamiliar places with you has a charm of its own. itâs one of the days when he allows himself to say: jungkook, you lived well today.
he presses the sticker on your cheek, giving you a kiss through snorlax. âi love you, too.â
â
âsince we canât finish all these bread tonight, weâll open the rest tomorrow.â jungkook announces as he sets down the plastic bag on the floor. in the meantime, snorlax is kept in his wallet for safety purposes.
he carries the clothes to his lap next, curious eyes and curious hands taking out the items one by one. he squeaks a sound of amazement. âyou found quite a lot in that shop.â
âthey had a lot of good stuff. i got the dark green-ish shirt. the rest are for you.â
he holds the baby blue sweater by the shoulders, letting the rest of it unfold and hang suspended in the air. âthis one is so pretty.â
âoh! i really like that one. might borrow it a lot.â
âyouâd look pretty in it. especially in the winter.â he says fondly. the mental image of you wearing it surrounded by snow is making him miss the season that just passed.
you pout. âbut i got it for you. so wear it more than me.â
âi will. i want to wear it to work right after laundry day.â you beam in contentment, and he pats your head appreciatively. âyouâre so fucking cute, baby. thank you for buying it for me.â
the black jacket catches his attention next, and the galaxies in his eyes sparkle as he takes in its the details and overall appearance. âthis is totally my style! how does it look so brand-new?â
âright? itâs a steal so i had to buy it!â
jungkook chews on his bottom lip, a conscious effort to restrain himself from attacking you with hugs and kisses. buying treats and gifts for each other on random daysâ itâs grown to be a second nature in your relationship. this is why you always go on trips on birthdays and anniversaries instead of buying big gifts. he loves that thereâs no pressure, and the element of surprise never fades. he loves that he knows what you like, and you know what he likes. a huge part of what makes him who he is has permanently resided in who you are, and vice versa. he will carry you with him for the rest of his life, just like the food he learned to love because his childhood friend forced him to have a bite, and how he adds a bar on top of the letter J because it reminds him of the number 7.
so from now on, he will refuse to wear any other jacket but the one you bought him, and he will think of you every time the sky is baby blue.
âi think this is going to be one of those clothes iâd wear all the time. like the first sneakers you got me.â
âoh god,â you chuckle at the old memory. if people didnât know he was rich, they wouldâve thought he only had one pair of shoes. âyou really wore those out.â
âthatâs how much i loved it!â
âokay, but you need to wash it before wearing it.â
âiâll wake up earlier to do laundry.â he starts planning out his day inside his head as he folds up the clothes to put back inside the bag. but then he traces his thoughts two hours backwards, and he is reminded physical affection heâs been craving the whole day.
âcan we cuddle when we get home?â
âof course, my love.â you raise an eyebrow in question. âwhen do we not cuddle?â
âi just missed you a lot today.â he sighs, turning over to his side to look at you. perhaps, also to memorize the street lights reflecting on your face, and how your beige cardigan has slipped down your shoulder. oh, the urge to write a song at this magical moment.
âwhatâs wrong? did anything bad happen today?â pure concern adorns your voice. you hate it when heâs sad. so much. you want to shield him from everything bad in the world.
ânothing.â his face starts to feel flushed, one of the dead giveaways that heâs emotional. âi just love you, thatâs all. you get it, right?â
you have never been more grateful to meet a light that just turned red.
you solely focus on him momentarily, combing his hair with your fingers because it always helps him to relax. âfeeling a little overwhelmed, is that it?â
he only nods as a reply. he catches your hand in his to give your knuckles a kiss, plushy lips caressing the tough bones of your doting hand.
âweâre almost home. wanna cuddle in the bathtub?â you propose when you recognize the familiar scenery through his window. the promising comfort and safety of your home causes exhaustion to come crashing down on you. your muscles are suffering the consequences of your actions, and therefore, are asking for compensation.
jungkook seems to be relishing in the idea, doe eyes sparkling instead of shining with unshed tears. âplease, that sounds nice. but iâm sorry for when i fall asleep in there.â
â
you laugh nervously as you enter your parking lot. you do have your license, but you donât drive very often. maybe three times a month at most. you find driving to be energy consuming despite being seated, so you much prefer commuting because it also serves as your rest time before and after attending to your duties.
âi need to reverse park before we can get into the bathtub, so you have to help me.â
and yes, additionally, you just simply hate reverse parking with burning passion.
âwhy do you hate reverse parking so much?â your boyfriend asks out of curiosity.
good question.
âi know we have cameras now, but iâm still always scared of bumping into other cars.â
he flashes you his old-fashioned captivating smirk, resting his hand behind the driverâs seat. what makes it funnier is that youâre not even looking. youâre too preoccupied with finding your parking space.
he raises his eyebrows teasingly, doe eyes turning into small slits as they do when heâs playfully flirting. âyou donât have to be scared of such thing, baby. iâll pay for the damages.â
âyouâre jinxing it! iâll definitely mess up that ferrari now!â
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Content: alcohol consumption, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, I guess slight exhibitionism since it all happens up against a window lmao
Summary: Dissatisfied and uncomfortable at a party where you don't belong, in a country where you feel like you don't belong, you see a man looking at you from across the room. Maybe he's what you've been missing.
A/N: so, 80% of this was actually written like, a year ago and then abandoned and then I remembered it a few weeks ago and was like, hey! maybe do something with that! And I toyed with the idea of making it into a series for approximately 1 second lmao. Then I decided to just throw some sex in it and call it a day, so uh, here you go đđ this has also not been read back all that closely, so please forgive any errors, I'm just lazy and impatient whoops
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You tug self-consciously at the hem of your dress; itâs a little too short for your liking, but Hanjae likes you in K-style clothes and, once youâre there, itâll be fine. Itâs always a little nerve-wracking the thought of going to a party where you hardly know anyone, but it always turns out fine. Fun, even. Positive thinking. You sigh and inhale deeply before leaving your apartment and heading down to the car heâs sent for you.
When you first met, you were both taken with each other. He was intrigued by your foreignness and enchanted by your clumsy negotiations in a foreign culture; you were reassured by his confidence and excited by the access he had to hitherto hidden worlds of luxury and indulgence. He wasnât rolling with Elon Musk or anything (and youâd have had nothing to do with him if he were), but he lived with an ease and security that you yearned for. Which, you suppose, is why youâre still letting him parade you around at parties like this.
It was fun at first. You liked the attention â who wouldnât? Instead of feeling freakish and out of place, you felt interesting and cherished for your differences. You felt like they were laughing with you when you told funny, embarrassing stories of when youâd got it wrong, or how you do things back home. It felt like people were fascinated by you and you were warmed by their curiosity. You didnât mind when they reached out to touch your tattoos or asked personal questions, because they didnât mean any harm. Hanjae gave you a social life that you hadnât quite managed to create for yourself in this new place and got you out of your apartment, out of your comfort zone, and you clung to that.
Recently, though, youâve been feeling different. When you show up to parties with him and see his friends youâve met before, theyâre surprised youâre still around. They joke to your face that they wouldâve expected Hanjae to have moved on by now. They ask what his parents think (but you have never been introduced to them). Theyâre not so charmed by you anymore. These friends barely spare you a second thought once theyâve registered their surprise and the attentions of new friends arenât as welcome as they once were. You started feeling uncomfortable with the way Hanjae paraded you around a couple of weeks ago and now, youâre frankly sick to your stomach. When people reach out to touch you, you flinch away; you donât tell funny, embarrassing stories because you feel like youâre being laughed at; you stay quiet, for the most part, because your Korean is still not very good and, when they correct you or laugh at your mistakes, you donât feel like theyâre doing it kindly. Standing, mute, next to Hanjae while he laughs and drinks makes you feel like an object, a trophy, an oddity. If Hanjae were a Victorian-era Englishman travelling to the ends of the Earth to ransack a foreign place and bring home stolen goods, you were the buried necklace of an Aztec noblewoman he would give to the eligible girl in the manor house whose hand he is trying to win. He is showing you off because other people are impressed, but you no longer get the feeling that he is.
You hand over your phone and lip balm to Hanjae when you meet him outside the venue; this became a habit early on, so you wouldnât have to hold a bag and he was happy to keep them in his pockets. Now, it feels a little bit like handing over your freedom.
You walk into the party amongst a sea of black suits. You scan the crowd, looking for other women you can compare your outfit to. A terrible thing to do, you know, but your insecurity needs reassurance that youâre dressed appropriately for this event. Hanjae is already leading you over to his friends, two of whom have brought their girlfriends, who are dressed in outfits similar to yours, so thatâs something at least. You greet them brightly and Hanjae hands you a drink before launching into a conversation you canât quite follow. Thatâs the other thing about these parties; theyâre so loud, even if everyone were speaking English, youâre not sure youâd be able to hear them properly, so you hardly stand a chance in Korean. Youâve improved dramatically and can get by in your day-to-day life, but you donât feel like youâre good enough yet to have a proper conversation, to really talk to anyone. Itâs quite a lonely feeling and another reason youâve spent so much time with Hanjae: he speaks fluent English; although he uses it less and less often these days and he gets more impatient when you need things repeating. You suppose it must be difficult for him, too, having to use a second language so much.
âCheer up!â he says as you lean back in your seat. âThisâll be fun, wonât it?â He smiles at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. Heâs not a bad guy. He really isnât. Youâre not entirely sure if he even realises what heâs doing with you, if he knows that he doesnât really like you but the idea of you, if he knows that thereâs no future with you, if heâs realised that this relationship is rapidly approaching its expiry date. Heâs been extremely good to you and you owe it to him to try. However much you want it to end, you donât want it to end badly and you donât want to hurt him; thereâs no need for that.
You gaze around the room, looking at nothing in particular. You sip your drink and wonder what everyone else is thinking about. You barely notice the looks you get anymore â most of them are meaningless anyway and people pass their eyes over you before turning back to their friends â but out of the corner of your eye, you see someone looking at you. You donât recognise him, but youâve never been very good with faces and the lighting is weird here. You raise your glass and nod slightly; even if you donât know him, itâs nice to be polite. He looks a little flustered that youâve noticed and quickly looks away, and then back again and raises his glass a little before turning and walking away. You smile, what a cutie.
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Your glass is empty and your feet hurt from standing still for so long, so you tell Hanjae youâre going to get another drink. He asks you to get him a whiskey, so you traipse to the bar and order. You hand the drink to Hanjae without a word and wander off; there must be somewhere to sit in this place.
The main room is cavernous and youâre worried there will be no open doors to anywhere else. There is a small group of tables in one corner, but they are all already occupied. You look around as you walk, and suddenly bump into someone.
âOh, so-â, you start to say, but you realise it isnât someone; it is a mirror. The whole back wall is mirrored. For a moment, you are completely disoriented and slightly embarrassed, but as you edge along the mirror, you realise that the wall doesnât reach the other side and the room continues beyond it. As you cross behind the mirror, the din of music and voices is subdued significantly. Thereâs another partial wall from the other side as though the room is zig-zagging. Youâre wary of going too far, but the increasing quiet is soothing. You turn another corner and thereâs a bench opposite a large staircase. You immediately sit down along its length and lift your feet. You wonder what the time is and how much more of it youâll have to kill before you can go home. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, reminding yourself that Hanjae is a good man and you are very fortunate and suffering from very glamorous problems. A few months ago, youâd have given an arm and a leg to be at a party like this. Be careful what you wish for, you think to yourself.
As you fidget on the bench, you realise you are not alone. There is a man coming down the stairs. You take your feet off the bench and try to look like youâre doing something (what? What could you be doing? There is absolutely nothing to occupy you here!); you settle for just looking awkward. You nod your head and raise a hand as he reaches the bottom.
âAre you ok?â he asks. His hesitance reminds you of someone and you realise with a flash that he is the man who was looking at you earlier.
You donât understand the second half of what he said and you curse yourself for having answered in Korean; if youâd just spoken English and pretended you didnât know any Korean at all, this wouldâve been much simpler!
âSorry, I didnât understand,â you tell him. âê°êČì.â
âNo, wait,â he cries, with more force than he intended. âYou donât have to leave.â He gestures to the bench. âI was also looking for somewhere quiet.â
He speaks shyly and you assume he doesnât have much practice at speaking English and donât have the energy for locking you both into a conversation where neither of you can quite understand the other. On the other hand, it would feel rude to just walk away now. You stand, not leaving but not quite staying, both of you trapped in an awkward moment that seems to last forever.
âYou can leave if you want,â he says, finally. âI am going to stay.â He sits on the bottom step and takes a sip from his drink. âItâs ok, we donât have to talk- but I can speak English a little bit if you want.â
You slowly return to the bench and sit down. You feel like you should say something, but your mind is blank. Itâs like youâve never had a conversation before in your life; what do people say? Does he even want you to say something? Why was he staring at you earlier? In the same way that everyone else always does or was there a specific reason? You feel your hands start to sweat and you inwardly roll your eyes at yourself and tell yourself to get a grip, literally nothing is happening.
He is looking out of the window and you are staring into the corner on the opposite side; you each take glances at one another, praying the other doesnât notice. You can still hear the music from the party, quiet in the background, and you wonder if Hanjae has noticed your absence yet; you expect not. You glance at the man opposite you and catch his eye. You both chuckle awkwardly.
âIâm ________,â you say.
âJungkook,â he answers.
âItâs nice to meet you, Jungkook.â
âI saw you earlier; I didnât think weâd met before.â
âNo, Iâm not really invited to these things,â you explain. âI just tag along with my b-,â you stop, the word âboyfriendâ weighing heavily on your tongue.
âWhoâs your boyfriend?â
Dammit.
âUh, Kim Hanjae?â
âAh⊠Donât know him.â
âHeâsâŠâ How on earth did you get to this subject so quickly? Do you really want to talk about Hanjae to this random man? More to the point, does this random man want to hear about your boyfriend and how you actually donât want him to be your boyfriend anymore? Doubtful. âHeâs nice,â you finish, lamely.
âJust donât like parties?â
Part of you wishes you had just left when you had the chance. Then you realise how ridiculously youâre behaving; hating the party because no one will talk to you and, now, as soon as someone starts, you want to leave. âGet a grip, girl,â you say to yourself.
âI like parties,â you answer, âbut itâs-⊠Iâm-⊠This-âŠâ You pause as you try to work out how to give an honest answer that isnât simultaneously dumping all your crap onto him. âThese are all his friends; I donât really know anyone here.â
He nods.
âI have a different problem: everyone knows me and wants to talk to me all the time.â He laughs. âI donât like big parties. Theyâre⊠so much⊠too much.â
You nod. The two of you lapse into silence again, but itâs more comfortable this time. Youâve broken the ice a little. He seems nice and you feel a pang of sympathy for him: to be a big deal at parties like this sounds exhausting, especially if you donât even like parties to start with. No wonder heâs hiding out with you.
âItâs hard for me to talk to people at these things,â you tell him. âMy Korean isnât very good and Hanjae doesnât like speaking English when weâre with his friends because some of them donât speak it.â
âI think your Korean sounds good.â
You laugh; that was a sweet thing to say given that heâs heard you say all of three words.
âItâs ok, but we couldnât have this conversation in Korean. Sorry.â You smile weakly and feel pathetic; you knew it would be a process, moving to a new country and learning the language as you go, but you werenât prepared for how embarrassed and ashamed you would feel all the time about your failings.
âDonât be sorry!â He grins at you. âI can try my English! But, actually, it is not very good either. Sorry.â
You laugh again. Koreans and their modesty; his English sounds just fine from where youâre sitting.
âDid you move here recently?â he asks.
âAbout four months ago,â you answer. âI was⊠looking for something new, I guess. I donât know⊠I needed new horizons, new experiences.â
âAnd how do you think about it now youâre here?â
You wonder if he knows what a loaded question that is. You exhale with a huff. Where to begin?
âItâs been harder than I thought it would be,â you tell him. âI feel very⊠different. Being looked at so much is not something I was used to⊠I think Hanjae likes it, but itâs awkward for me. I feel likeâŠâ
âAn object.â
Your eyes meet and your chest is flooded with the warmth of familiarity. Heâll understand, wonât he?
âWhen we met,â you start, looking away self-consciously, âhe was charmed by my foreignness, yâknow? And he liked how different I looked and found it cute when I made mistakes in Korean and didnât know things. It gave him clout, yâknow? Dating a foreigner? I was spoilt by it, the attention; I thought it was for me and when he bought me dresses and took me to parties to show me off, I thought it was because I was special, not just because I was foreign. I loved it at the start.
âI think the appeal is wearing off, though,â you continue, stealing a quick glance to gauge his reaction. Heâs looking at you patiently, intently, concentrating, probably, on understanding what youâre saying. âHe gets annoyed sometimes now when I donât know things and-â
You tell him everything. Once you start, you find you canât stop. You donât know whether to be angry or sad about it, so you vacillate between the two. Jungkook listens, never interrupts; he drinks and nods and keeps looking at you with those huge brown eyes.
âI know itâs over,â you say, resolute. âI just-â you realise it as you say it, âIâm scared that I wonât have anything if I donât have him.â
He looks at you thoughtfully for a moment.
âBut you met him in Korea, right?â
âYeah.â
âSo, you still have the person who moved all the way here to start a new life; that seems like a lot to me.â
For a split second, you donât know whether to burst into tears or fling your arms around him and give him a kiss. âIs he looking at me,â you wonder âor staring into my soul?â. You feel seen, seen for the first time in months. You decide then and there that you would walk on hot coals for this man; heâs got you whether he wants you or not. His kindness streams out from him like rays of the sun from behind clouds. Such a bright, young thing, hiding in the dark.
âWhat about you?â You ask. âYouâre hiding back here, too.â
âAh.â He finishes his drink and places the glass next to him on the step. âI prefer quiet places. I like to keep things small andâŠ-â
âIntimate?â
You blush furiously as he looks at you. That isnât what you meant and youâre not sure how heâs taken it.
âYeah, intimate. Big crowds are not my thing.â
âNot when they forget that youâre a person, first.â
He nods.
You stand and move to look out of the window, closer to him. He rises, too, and stands next to you. Your arm is a hairâs breadth from him; you darenât move.
âDo you like the view?â he asks.
âActually, I donât really like a cityscape. I prefer country views.â
âWhat are the views like where youâre from?â
No one has asked you about home like that. They ask for funny differences between here and there or ask you to debunk or confirm stereotypes, but no one has really cared what you actually think. You smile, picturing in your mindâs eye cloudy, wind-swept beaches, rolling hills, pier arcades, church spires and so much green. You tell him everything. You turn your back to Seoul and, leaning against the glass, describe the house you grew up in and where your grandparents used to live; you describe the places you took holidays when you were a kid and the specific smell of the sea that isnât the same anywhere else in the world. Heâs been to your home country before, but he hasnât been to your hometown; he asks questions and shows interest and you realise how starving youâve been. Starved of this sort of attention â focused, interested, penetrating. Youâve had a taste and you want more and more.
You ask him about Seoul; did he grow up here? No, he tells you about Busan in the South. He speaks slowly and thoughtfully about his childhood and his dreams and moving here at such a young age, growing up so far from everything heâs ever known. Heâs achieved more than he ever thought was even possible, more than he had ever dreamed, he explains; sometimes he still canât believe itâs real.
While he talks, you study his face. Heâs happy now, but you feel for the scared, little boy thrust into the industry machine before he even knew who he was. Nowâs not the time, you know that, but you want to gently crack him open like a soft-boiled egg. Such depth in his eyes, so much soul. You resist the urge many times to put your hand on his arm, hold his hand for a second, reach out and physically touch him somehow. You feel connected to him in such a way that you need it to be physical for a moment, to close the circle, to just⊠touch.
Youâre still standing by the window, deep in conversation, when a man appears from behind the wall and beckons to Jungkook. They talk quickly and Jungkook returns.
âIâm going to get a drink.â
Your heart falls.
âDo you want one?â
A wash of relief. You shrug, sure.
âOk, wait here. I wonât be long.â
He leaves and you turn back to the window, pressing your forehead against the cool glass. You wonder what time it is, where is Hanjae, whatâs he doing, is he even still here, has he noticed youâre missing, is Jungkook actually coming back? You take some deep breaths.
With no watch, no phone, and no clock in this dark, little hideaway, you have no way to tell how long Jungkook has been. One minute? Could be ten. You wonder if heâll make it back to you; after all, he was hiding back here to avoid being grasped in the clutches of all the many, many people out there. Maybe heâs been waylaid. Heâs got stuck with a chatterbox who wonât be quiet; heâs got trapped into a business conversation that he canât leave. Maye heâs seen some friends and is having fun out there.
You sigh, knowing that if he doesnât come back soon, youâll have to go out there, too. Hanjae will be missing you, you tell yourself; itâs rude to abandon him completely when heâs the reason youâre even here in the first place. You take a deep, resolute breath and stand, smoothing out your dress. You bump into Jungkook as you round the corner.
âOh,â he says as he sees you. âAre you going?â
He hands you a drink and you take it, the cold glass sending goosebumps up your arm.
âUh, well, no, well yes, I was but I didnât know if you were coming back.â You hope you didnât sound accusatory.
âIâm sorry, it is hard to avoid people out there,â he replies, continuing around the corner and sitting on the bench. You follow him and he places a hand on the bench, indicating you should join. You feel bad; he shouldnât have to apologise. You sit next to him on the bench and sip your drink.
âYou can go back out there, if you want, you know; you donât have to stay here with me,â you tell him. His eyes widen and he shakes his head.
âNo, thank you!â he laughs. âThat was enough. Maybe I will show my face again a bit later.â
âGood.â You spoke without thinking and are just about to regret it when he smiles at you.
âYeah. Good.â
You place a hand down on the bench and he reaches out a finger to touch your bracelet. When you packed your whole life into one suitcase, a lot of brutal cuts had to be made and there are so many parts of your heart at home, abandoned by you, but not this one. Itâs a tiny gold chain, with a tiny gold J attached.
âThatâs not the letter of your name,â Jungkook says, still studying your bracelet.
âNo⊠No, itâs from my best friendâs name,â you explain. âShe gave this to me a long time ago; I like to wear it when I feel like I need her, to feel like Iâve got a little bit of her with me.â You rub your wrist, self-consciously, and wonder what sheâs up to right now.
âDoes it help?â
âNo, not really.â You laugh, a little sad. âIt reminds me that there are people in the world who love me, which is nice, but it also reminds me that those people are thousands of miles away.â
âAll of them?â His penetrating eyes beam at you and you feel like no matter what answer you give, itâll be the wrong one. You shrug.
âI thought maybe you told me a fake name before,â he admits, grinning sheepishly.
âOh, I donât think that wouldâve ever occurred to me! Why, do you do that?â
He nods. He smiles but it's sad, the mirth not reaching his eyes.
âSometimes. But I wouldnât get away with it so easily if I wore one of those, right?â
You unclasp the braceletâs fastening and it slips off your wrist and, taking an end in each hand, hold it out to him. He looks uncertainly at you and you nod. He offers his wrist and you fix the chain in place.
âThereâs no getting away from who you really are,â you tell him, knowing full well that it doesnât matter where you go, âcause there youâll always be. He grins. âFor tonight.â
âFor tonight, I can be your best friend?â
You laugh and nod, thinking, âgod, can he be my best friend forever?â.
âThank you,â he says quietly, gently moving the bracelet around his wrist; you wonder what heâs thinking and take a sip of your drink.
A few minutes pass in a comfortable silence until Jungkook speaks again.
âI donât have anything to give you.â
âWhat?â
âIn return.â He indicates the bracelet. âI donât have anything I can give you.â He takes off a ring and considers it. âI think they will all be too big.â He holds it out and you offer up your hand; he slips it onto your index finger and you lift your hand up, swirling the ring around so that it very nearly flies off the tip.
âToo big,â you confirm with a grin.
He pulls his sleeve up to reveal a watch and you notice the tattoos running underneath.
âI think this will not go with your dress, right?â
You nod absently, trying to make out what youâre looking at. You take the edge of his sleeve and lift it a little higher to get a better look and then become aware of what youâre doing and drop it, apologising instantly.
âThatâs ok,â he says and he undoes the cuff, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. He turns his arm slowly so you can get a good look (or as good a look as you can manage in the dark light). You nod approvingly.
âThatâs why I was looking at you earlier,â he says, a little embarrassed. âI was trying to look at your tattoo.â
Well, that explains the intensity of his focus earlier. You turn so that he can see. You feel, for a second, his hand above your skin and your stomach clenches, praying he wonât touch you like everyone else does: âjust please donât let him touch me; please, please donât let him touch meâ. But the touch never comes. You sense his hand moving across your back and down your arm and you twist your head to see his finger, an inch above the skin, tracing the lines of your tattoo. You breathe a sigh of relief.
âWhat do you think?â You ask, turning your body back towards him.
âTheyâre very beautiful.â He looks you straight in the eyes as he answers and youâre struck again by the feeling of being seen and not merely looked at. Neither of you looks away this time. You hold the moment between yourselves, pausing time just for a second. You break the connection and look down, tracing a finger over your bracelet on his wrist. You know itâs only a coincidence that they share the same initial â itâs not exactly uncommon â but something about it feels right.
âDo you want it back?â he asks.
No, you donât. Not yet. You feel like heâs wearing a part of you while heâs wearing it; he has accepted a part of you as a part of himself. You feel warm in the glow of that tiny, tremulous thread between you. You think, and the thought shocks you, that you would be alright he kept it forever. Itâs immensely precious to you, so much so that you brought it with you thousands of miles away into your new life, but, somehow, Jungkookâs wearing it brings more to you, more comfort, more confidence, more certainty in the knowledge that there are people in the world that love you. Love is not diminished when given away, it is doubled. You suddenly wish that you did have something of his you could wear, if only for tonight.
The silence lapses and you talk, nursing your drinks, knowing that one of you will have to leave if either of you needs another. You forget the passing of time and everything outside of this little bubble. Itâs the most fun youâve had at a party for ages.
The man who appeared earlier returns and, once again, beckons to Jungkook. Jungkook stands and goes over to him and they, once again, talk quietly. Jungkook returns and the man remains.
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â Jungkook asks and you feel shattered all of a sudden. You had forgotten all about Hanjae, truth be told, and you are overwhelmed with guilt and shame that youâve spent the whole night away from him, talking to another man. He isnât my boyfriend, thatâs what you wanted to say: heâs definitely not my boyfriend, or even if he is, I donât want him to be and he wonât be for much longer! Why is Jungkook asking? Whatever bubble you were in has been popped from the inside. A part of you feels heartbroken and a part of you feels betrayed. It was just you and Jungkook; thereâs no need to bring anyone else into this.
âOh, uh, I donât know,â you stutter in response. âProbably... somewhere...â. You have no idea where he will be; you assume that he is still here (you hope he is still here because he still has your phone), but who can say for sure?
âDo you want to leave with me?â Jungkook asks and you are stunned into momentary silence.
âWhat?â
âDo you want to leave with me?â he repeats. âWe donât have to go anywhere; I can take you home if you want, but would you like to leave?â
You feel like that is too many mixed messages to cope with right now so you nod dumbly and stand.
âHanjae,â you say abruptly as your brain sputters back into gear. âHe has my phone and my things.â
âOk, shall I meet you outside? Iâll wait.â
âIâll be quick.â
Breathless, you walk as quickly as you can back into the cavernous room, the noise building to a roar, the throng of people overwhelming. You stand on tiptoes and crane your neck, looking for anyone you recognise, cursing the organisers for the dim lighting and all men for their interminably boring black suits which make none of them stand out. You notice movement in your peripheral vision and turn to see a waving arm, beckoning you. Itâs not Hanjae; itâs one of his friends.
âWhere have you been?â they exclaim as you approach. âHan was looking everywhere for you; thought you mustâve disappeared! Anyway, he had to leave earlier â some work emergency â so he told me to give you these if I saw you.â He hands over your phone, lip balm, and a lipstick youâre sure isnât yours. âHe told you you can order a car if you like, but he wonât be back so youâll have to get home on your own.â
You see that his friends clearly have no idea of entertaining you or keeping you company for the rest of the evening, which is just as well, given you were about to leave with someone else.
As you make your way outside, you look at the lipstick you were given. You try to think what might constitute a âwork emergencyâ on a Friday night; itâs not like the guyâs a doctor or fire fighter! You try not to let suspicion creep in, because Hanjae has never given you any reason to doubt his fidelity before, but then, youâve also never considered it, because youâve never really considered the two of you to be in an actual relationship. Maybe he hadnât either. And if thatâs the case, then thereâs no need to be hurt or angered by it. But there is a niggle. Thereâs something crawling, digging up, trying to plant its seed in your heart. You decide if itâs going to happen at all, it will have to be tonight. As you approach the doorway, you stand to one side and dial Hanjaeâs number.
âìŹëłŽìžì?â he answers just as you were about to give up.
âHi, itâs me.â
âOh. Where are you?â
âIâm still at the party.â
âOh. Where did you go? I tried to look for you earlier; Iâm not there anymore. Iâve had to come to the office.â
âYeah, I know; I found Seongyoung and he gave me my phone.â
âRight yeah, yeah.â He sounds distracted.
âSo, are you in the office now?â you ask.
âYeah, but I canât see you; thereâs been a huge mistake and itâs going to take a long time to fix.â
âPlease; itâll be quick. I promise.â
He sighs heavily but agrees. You hang up the phone with a small weight sitting in your stomach.
You turn back to the entrance and walk out, scanning for Jungkook. There are a few dark cars sitting in front of you but you have no idea if any one of them belongs to him. You hesitate, not sure where to turn, standing awkwardly in front of drivers and security officers. A door on one of the cars opens and a hand waves; you approach and Jungkook beams up at you from inside.
âQuick!â He reaches out to grab your hand and pull you in. He speaks quickly to the driver in Korean and turns back to you. âAre you alright?â
âUm, actually, can we go somewhere?â
âWhere do you want to go?â
âI... have to do something. It wonât take long, please.â
âOf course, thatâs ok. Where do you want to go?â
You give him the address of Hanjaeâs office building and he relays it to the driver. You sit, slightly on edge, compulsively flicking the edge of your phone case off and on, off and on. The building isnât far and you sit in silence while Jungkook hums along to the radio. You are barely even aware of what song is playing. The driver slows and you unbuckle your seatbelt.
âJust give me like, five minutes. Iâll be quick,â you say as you open the car door.
âItâs ok; you can take as long as you like. I will wait.â
You wonder what Jungkook thinks you are doing, where he thinks you are. You wonder if he knows. Part of you assumes he does, since he seems to intuitively understand so much about you. You enter the building and approach the reception desk. The woman behind it barely looks up as she opens the barrier to let you in. Youâre not sure if she recognises you from times youâve been here before or just does not care about her job. If you had to man a reception desk in an almost entirely empty building on a Friday night, you probably wouldnât care much either. As you call a thank you to her and walk past, the lipstick suddenly flashes into your mind. Could it be hers? You suppose it could be. It could be anyoneâs. It might not have anything to do with Hanjae at all. Maybe Seongyoung handed you his girlfriendâs lipstick by mistake. Maybe not. It wonât matter soon.
You reach Hanjaeâs floor and can see him in his glass-walled office: jacket and tie off, sleeves rolled up, standing and on the phone. You walk with purpose to his door and wave. He gestures for you to come in, so you stand inside the door and wait for his conversation to end.
âWhatâs up?â he asks, putting his phone on his desk.
âI think we need to have a conversation,â you begin, your resolve holding firm for now.
âRight now? I really donât have time-â
âI said Iâd be quick and I meant it.â If you arenât quick, youâre not sure youâll be able to go through with it.
âOk then, shoot.â
You hadnât actually planned what you were going to say. None of the words sounded right; you wanted to be clear and direct but kind at the same time; is it even possible to tell someone kindly that you donât want them to be in your life anymore? You clench and unclench your fist and decide to rip the plaster straight off.
âI donât think we should see each other anymore. I donât think we should be together. I think we should end things. This is over.â The words tumble out without your being able to stop them. Hanjaeâs eyebrows raise and he looks surprised.
âOh.â
He looks a little dumb-founded but you had expected him to say more and arenât sure what to do now. You open and close your mouth like a goldfish, waiting for something else to happen. You havenât actually broken up with anyone before so youâre not sure how this usually goes.
âCan I ask why?â
âWeâre not a good fit.â You hope that this will suffice but you know it wonât satisfy him.
âWhat does that mean? Donât we have fun together? Donât we like each other?â Ay, thereâs the rub.
âActually, I donât really think you do, no.â You try to explain to him all the things youâve been feeling recently; you try not to blame him for any of it because you donât want this to turn into an argument; you tread as carefully as you can but youâre so desperate for this to be over now itâs started that you canât stop your mouth running on and on.
âYouâve given me so much and Iâm so grateful to you for that and I really value all the time we have spent together and I do think youâre a nice person and I donât want to hurt you but⊠well, this is how I feel.â You feel a little breathless as you come to a stop. Hanjae doesnât say anything for a while and you canât read his face. You donât know what heâs thinking and the longer the silence lasts, the sicker and sicker you feel.
âIâm sorry that you feel that my attention has been so unwelcome,â he finally answers, speaking slowly and coldly. âI donât really know what else I could have done to show you that I value you: I buy you things, take you places, I introduced you to all of my friends, I show you off; is that not loving? You say you donât even think I like you, but if thatâs true, why would I bother to see you? Why would I waste my time with you if I didnât? I hadnât, until now, considered our time together a waste, but it seems as though my efforts have been just that. Youâve been feeling this way for weeks, have you? Well, why are you here, then? Why did you come tonight at all if all of my friends ignore you and all of my attention is so unwanted? If the time we spend together makes you feel so awful, why have you waited this long to say something? You disappeared very early this evening; I tried looking for you everywhere. You said you were getting a drink and then I didnât see you again. Perhaps itâs not that my attention is unwanted but that youâve found someone else whose attention you prefer? Were you just putting up with me for long enough to find a higher roller, someone richer, or more famous perhaps? Am I a step on your ladder to the top? You have never, until tonight, given me a reason not to trust you, but you have to admit that this is rather out of the blue and your behaviour at the party was⊠not very polite. You abandoned me-â
You scoff at that, unable to stop yourself. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. Hanjae raises his eyebrows and waits for you to explain yourself. Youâve no idea how. You say nothing. Youâre the first to break eye contact and you look at the ground, then the window, the desk, anywhere but Hanjaeâs face.
âFine,â he says. âHave it your way. What a horrible boyfriend I was to you, to treat you to presents and dinners and parties, to be so impressed by you that I want to show you off to everyone I know, to speak English with you and help you with Korean, to help you get settled in, to give you a social life, to show you what Seoul has to offer, what I have to offer, to never treat you like-â
âA person. You didnât treat me like a person, Hanjae. Iâm not a prize to show off; Iâm a person first, not an object.â Your heart is hammering in your chest and you can feel tears pricking in your eyes. How can you get him to understand?
You donât know what to say to that.
âOh, I objectify you?â It is his turn to scoff. âAnd yet I am the one who has been used.â
âNo, I- itâs- we- I-â
âWhatever, you can leave now.â He turns his back on you and picks up his phone again. He turns around with the phone to his ear and nods at the door, shooing you away. You turn around and leave the office on trembling legs. As soon as you step into the lift to go back down, the tears come. Youâre not even sure why youâre crying; you wanted this after all. It was just horrible. You feel sticky with sweat all over, and shaky with the stress of it. You know that Hanjae isnât right, saying those things about you, and he was lashing out defensively, but it hurt all the same. Or maybe he is a little bit right. You said yourself that heâs given you so much, access to things and people and places you wouldnât have had otherwise; you said yourself that you enjoyed that. Maybe you are in the wrong, at least a little bit. You both are, you suppose. You exit the lift and walk briskly out of the office, not turning to look at the receptionist on your way out in case she sees you crying. You step out of the door and hide behind a pillar, catching your breath, drying your tears and trying to put on a happy face. Leaning against the cold stone of the wall, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
â____?â
Shit. Jungkook is right there in front of you, looking concerned.
âAre you ok? What happened?â
You shake your head and hold up your hands.
âIâm fine, Iâm fine.â You stand up straight and give yourself a body shake. âHonestly, itâs fine.â
âDo you want me to take you home?â
You canât think of much worse than going home to your poky apartment to spend the rest of your night miserable and alone.
âNo⊠Can we, can we get a drink? Do you want to get a drink?â
Jungkook grimaces slightly. âAh, thatâs kind of difficult for me. I canât really just go to a bar on a Friday night, yâknow?â
Your heart sinks; of course he doesnât want to go to a bar with you.
âWe could have a drink at my house, if you want?â he offers.
Your heart rises. God, yes, please.
You drive back to Jungkookâs apartment in silence. The presence of the driver makes you feel somehow inhibited, self-conscious. You feel conspicuous, even though youâre sure the driver couldnât care less about who you are or what youâre doing there. Heâs just doing his job. You, nevertheless, donât want to say anything yet, not until youâre alone with Jungkook. Heâs scrolling on his phone, and you take the opportunity to study him more closely. His face changes with the changing light: suddenly brightly lit as you stop at traffic lights under a lamppost, then hidden in shadows. He has a kind face, open and bright, deep, soft eyes⊠You wanted to reach out a finger to trace his profile, the line of his lips, study him as if you were about to embark upon a masterpiece of him. Not that you would be able to capture his spirit if you tried. Thereâs a light in his eyes that seems to lie so deeply within them but shine so close to the surface.
You canât work out what youâre feeling â too much, honestly. You need a minute to step back, step out of yourself â out of your life â to sort through everything that had happened. You feel a little as though you have accidentally stepped on a travelator and things are moving faster than you can keep up with. You wonder if youâll regret any of this in the morning, if sleep will clear your mind and show your actions up as mistakes. You hope not. You think not. You catch the glint of your bracelet, still around Jungkookâs wrist and you nod to yourself. No, this â if this alone â is not a mistake.
When you arrive at Jungkookâs building, he shows you in and your mouth gapes. This was much bigger than Hanjaeâs place. Wow. Just how famous was this guy? You are reminded forcefully of how little you actually know about him, whatever your feelings might be saying.
âWhat would you like to drink?â he asks, crouching in front of a cabinet. He opens the door to reveal all manner of spirits and liquors.
âOh, anything,â you answer, without thinking. He laughs and youâre embarrassed by your answer but making another decision at this point feels impossible. You feel like a swan, calm on top, but flailing wildly underneath. You begin to think that maybe you should have let Jungkook take you home, so you couldâve gone to bed, or stared out of the window blankly until the sun rose. Heâs too stimulating. Questions constantly rise to the surface of your mind like bubbles in boiling water: whatâs his family like? Whatâs his favourite film? Whatâs his favourite food? Is he single? Whatâs he thinking? What does he want out of life? Heâs already achieved his career dream so whatâs his next dream?
He hands you a glass and you take a sip without even looking. Itâs strong, good. You follow Jungkook to the sofa and flop onto it, thankful to be sitting comfortably. He asks if the drink is ok and you just nod and take another sip. Youâre torn with conflicting desires: to stare at him endlessly, to fall into his chest and listen to his heartbeat, to tell him everything, to listen to him tell you everything, to kiss him, to never kiss him, to be his best friend, to fall in love with him, to fall in love with him and love him from afar from the rest of your life. It's exquisite, the confusion, the keenness of your muddled feelings. You wonder briefly if you are just drunk but shake the thought from your head: you havenât had that much to drink.
You drink in silence for a while and when youâve finished, you stand. Placing your glass on the coffee table, you wander over to the bookcase, full of not books but DVDs and figurines. You scan the titles, your eyes not really seeing. They linger on a small figurine of a tiger at the edge of a shelf. You pick it up.
âYear of the tiger?â you ask, brandishing the figure at him.
âIt is.â He stands and comes closer to you, taking the tiger in his hand.
âThis is me,â you tell him. 24 years old, you were born two tigers ago. You take the figure back and wiggle it in his face. He laughs.
âIâm an ox,â he says, kneeling down. He opens the door of a little cabinet and reveals figurines for each of the zodiac animals. You laugh picking them up and inspecting them. He takes the ox from the cupboard and the tiger from your hand and puts them both back on the bookshelf. Feeling silly, you move the tiger and make a sound thatâs neither quite a roar nor a meow as though the tiger is talking to the ox. Jungkook laughs and responds in kind, lowing deeply as he turns the ox towards the tiger. This is the sort of nonsense you need to lift you from the deep water of your confused feelings.
You move to the window as Jungkook refills your glass. Itâs probably a good view that he probably paid a lot of money for but you canât be enamoured with so many lights and so much modern architecture. You can just barely make out the dark shape of the mountains beyond and you smile; thatâs more like it. Jungkook joins you at the window. You talk quietly; you donât want to tell him that you broke up with Hanjae, because it implies something that you donât really want to imply, but it comes out in the course of conversation and you actually feel relieved. You donât know what Jungkook feels about it, if anything, but he seems pleased for you. You feel like everything is so fragile, delicate, precarious. You stay talking at the window for what feels like hours (maybe it is) because you feel that to move will be to ruin the moment somehow, force a shift in the atmosphere that you donât want.
Your eyes settle on the gold chain at his wrist and your fingers reach out for it, toying with it. Jungkookâs hand moves, into yours, his fingers dancing on your palm. You flick your eyes back to his and heâs smiling at you, shy and sweet. You let him take your hand and suddenly itâs a handshake and youâre snorting, laughing, leaning towards each other as your shoulders shake. You lean your head on his shoulder as your breath comes back and Jungkook moves his hand to waist, pulls you closer to him.
Heâs still smiling when you lift your head to look at him and youâre staring back at him, wide-eyed and unsure. He pulls you closer still, his arm snaking around your waist and he kisses you without hesitation. His lips are soft but he isnât; heâs sure and confident and he brings his thumb to your chin to gently press down, gently open your mouth and let him inside. Youâre responding before youâve had the opportunity to think. Your hands grab at the collar of his shirt and you move against him, a leg between his legs, his bottom lip between your teeth. Youâre dizzied and light-headed, grateful to the cool glass at your back and Jungkookâs arms secure around you.
When he pulls back, with apparent effort, he rests his forehead on yours, nudges your nose with his and looks at you from under his thick, dark lashes.
âHonestly, Iâve wanted to do that all night,â he says, his voice hushed in the silence of the apartment, and then he barely brushes his lips against yours again, as if he just canât help himself.
If you were confused earlier, you arenât anymore. The world around you has faded to a fuzzy, black blur, eclipsed by the soft bloomings of want in your chest.
âIâve wanted you to do that all night,â you whisper back, aware only as youâre saying it that itâs true. You have wanted him to do that. You want him to do it again and then a whole lot more.
He takes your face in his hands and kisses you, lightly, gently.
âI donât usually do this,â he says, eyes alighting on yours for only a second before heâs looking at your lips again. âItâs not⊠This isnât like me butâŠâ
âI know,â you reply. âMe, too.â
âI feelâŠâ
âSomething.â
âYeah.â
Your heart skips a beat when he looks at you and the world holds its breath; you almost feel time slow down, the seconds that it takes for his hands to fall from your face, glide down your body, and encircle you again stretch into minutes. The distance between your lips â not even inches â stretches far into the horizon. You almost feel each of the chambers of your heart squeeze, a rush of warmth heating your cheeks, your chest, your core.
And then his lips are on you and youâre like a Catherine wheel, spinning and sparking and wild. Time snaps back like an elastic band and youâre frantic now, all hands and lips and tongue.
You slip your fingers into his shirt, flicking open the buttons, running your hands over his body, soft and supple and flushed. His hands push your dress higher and higher, over the slope of your hips and he lifts you, pushing you against the glass and pushing his body into yours. You can feel the arousal pooled at your core and you can feel him straining against his trousers. Youâre wet like youâve been waiting all night for it, like youâve been anticipating this very moment since you first laid eyes on him. You push his shirt to the floor, watching it float down like a white flag of surrender: surrendering yourself to him, he to you, to this, whatever this is or could be.
âOh, fuck, fuck.â
Soft whispers tumble from you as Jungkookâs fingers slide past your underwear and press into your wet heat. Your cunt squeezes against them and your hips cant towards him as he presses his thumb against your clit. Your whimpering, whining, mewling barely drowns out the squelch of his fingers working inside you, arousal dripping down his hand. Youâre climbing steadily to your peak, moaning against his mouth as he rolls his tongue with yours. You pull on his hair, his head tipping back, his throat exposed. He looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a slack jaw. Then he grins, thrumming faster, pressing harder and youâre squirming. You let go of his hair to clutch around his shoulders, holding on hard as your own head tips back, thudding against the glass.
Jungkook brings his face close to yours and nudges your nose with his, gently guiding your attention back to him. He holds your gaze as your legs quiver and shake, as your breath hitches and you close your eyes, so, so close now.
âLook at me.â His voice is low, soft, but demanding. âI want to see you⊠I want you to look at me when you come.â
And you do. Your eyes donât leave his as you fall apart in his arms, pleasure coursing through you like a lightning strike. Youâve barely finished before heâs crashing his lips into you, urgent and needy and then suddenly neither of those things. He slows. He removes his fingers from your soaking wet slip and he holds you close to him, just barely grinding his hips into you. His kiss is deep, languorous, like heâs really tasting you now. The quiet moan he makes as his tongue rolls with yours makes your heart skip a beat and youâre weak. So weak that, when he drops you, lightly, your feet returning to the floor, you almost stumble, almost fall. But heâs got you.
He pushes your dress back down, smoothing it out so he can unzip it. He finally breaks your kiss as he pulls it from your shoulders, letting it slip down your arms. Youâre braless and goosebumps sprinkle all over your skin, your nipples shivering to attention. You run your hands through Jungkookâs hair as he dips his head, lowers himself to kiss your neck, your chest, to run his tongue up the underside of your breast and suck your tight little bud into his mouth. The glass at your back is cold but he is so warm in front of you.
He drops to his knees, hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls them to the floor. You step out and he flings them away.
âI want to make you come again.â
He looks up at you and his eyes are wide, imploring, asking, seeking, searching and itâs all you can do to just nod. Youâve had one-night stands and hook-ups and situationships and even boyfriends who havenât said that to you, who havenât cared enough to try for one, let alone more.
Heâs still looking at you when he puts his mouth on you and runs his tongue through your folds. You let your head fall back again, eyes to the ceiling. Jungkook grunts, the vibration against you a little shock. You look back down at him and he nods, swirling his tongue around your clit, and you understand: he wants you to look at him, he wants to see you and wants you to see him seeing you, as you have all evening. Because he does. See you. He sees you like no one else has. You can already feel it bubbling up within you. You can sense his soul reaching out to yours as yours reaches back to him. You think to yourself that you would probably have fallen in love with him even if he werenât so good atâ
âOh, fuck, Jungkook. Fuck. Yes, like that.â
Heâs fucking you with his fingers again with his mouth sealed around your clit, the soft plane of his tongue pressing against it, sucking and then lapping. You grab onto his hair, hard, grounding you, something, anything to tether you to this world as you feel yourself floating away.
He groans and you understand his instruction, having to drag your eyes back to his. His brows are furrowed, eyes shining bright. Looking into his eyes at this moment is like falling into an abyss. Tumbling and twisting, your body writhes with pleasure, shuddering against the window as you come again, a cry strangled in your throat, legs shaking and then youâre literally falling, sliding down the glass. Jungkook follows you down, his fingers still pressing against you as he kisses up your stomach, your chest, and then heâs holding you. Youâre in his arms and heâs kissing you, your own arousal all over his lips and his tongue.
âYou ok?â he asks, his voice thick and low.
You couldnât speak. Could only take his face between your palms and kiss him again. He lifts you up into his lap, so youâre straddling him, knees either side of his hips, and you can feel him, pressing against his trousers, trapped and tensed. You sit down a little further and roll your hips over him; he groans into your mouth and his hands on your glutes squeeze tight.
âJungkook,â you whisper and he whispers your name back. âPlease.â
He lifts you from his lap and kneels up, hands working at his belt and his zip. He stands to shuck them down his legs and kicks them off. You look up at him and ask,
âDo you haveâŠ?â
He nods, crossing the room to his wallet on the sideboard by the door. You press your hands against the cool glass of the window, but rather than cooling you, it warms, too. There is heat all over you, burning around you.
Jungkook returns and falls to his knees, condom in hand. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and mumbles, rolling his eyes at himself as he stands once more to push them all the way down and off. You giggle, reaching out for him, rising on your knees as he slides the rubber over his length. He pulls you to your feet and cages you in against the window, lips capturing yours.
He bites down on your lower lip and you can feel him at your entrance. Heâs rubbing his length along your slick slit and youâre whimpering, walls fluttering, heart racing. He breaks the kiss to look you in the eye as he pushes into you. A soft gasp leaves you and your hands circle tight around his biceps. You can feel him slow, his eyes watching you carefully now.
âNo, donât stop, donât stop. It feels good. Please.â
He continues, still slowly, and, when heâs all the way in, he kisses you again, pressing his body against yours.
âJungkook,â you breathe, but whatever you were about to say disappears into a moan as he drags his cock out and then pushes back in. He moans back and brings a hand to your breast, his thumb rubbing light circles against your pert nipple. Youâre already not sure how youâre still standing and then he lowers his lips to your neck and sucks at just exactly the right spot. Your legs tremble and your cunt quivers and you feel his hot breath against your skin as he chuckles.
âYou like that, huh?â
âYes.â
He says no more and his lips return to the sweet spot on your neck. You cling to him, gripping tightly, every pass of the head of his dick against your g-spot a test of your strength, fading rapidly as you start to drown in him. He thrusts deep and slow with little grunts of effort, like heâs holding back.
âJungkook, Iââ
âYes?â
Heâs looking at you again and, up close like this, he takes your breath away.
âI want more. More. I-⊠I canât stand, but I wanâoh.â
He doesnât even let you finish before heâs grabbing you, his hands at the backs of your thighs lifting you, taking all your weight onto him. You wrap your legs around him and he moves faster now, harder, looking down at where he disappears into you. Heâs more vocal, louder, as he fucks you into the window and the sound of him, his pleasure, his pleasure in you, stirs you. Youâre fucked out and weak but your desire renews your force. You squeeze your walls against him and he curses.
âShit.â
You do it again and a tiny chuckle bubbles up in his throat.
âBaby, you are dangerous. Youâreâfuck, hnghâyouâre going to make me come.â
Heâs panting and breathy and his hair sticks to his forehead. You wrap you arms around his neck and kiss his cheek, his jaw, bite at his earlobe.
âIsnât that the point?â you whisper.
A shudder runs through him and he growls, his grip on you tighter, even painfully tight. You pull back to look at him and his eyes are black, his jaw set, his brow furrowed. But heâs still looking at you; his eyes arenât glazed, arenât elsewhere, arenât looking through you. Heâs seeing you and you feel naked but not afraid, not exposed. You hold his face and kiss him and he grunts, groans; itâs open-mouthed and sloppy, your breath mingling as your tongues slide past and over each other.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours and his stare is so intense, from that alone you would know he was close. Heâs cursing lightly, repeatedly, fucking you hard, and then heâs coming, too, with a shudder and an animal groan, guttural and low.
He lowers you both down to the floor and lays you down, kissing you lightly, almost politely, as he brushes your hair from your face. He turns away and stands, disposing of the used condom and grabbing the blanket from the sofa. You just watch him return to you, settling next to you on the floor, covering both your bodies.
You look at the window where your heat and sweat have condensed in an already fading cloud. You laugh and point it out; he laughs, too.
âItâs almost gone already,â he says, watching it shrink, disappear, self-effacing.
You hum. This is usually when youâd feel awkward, make a show of being polite, get up and go but you donât want to leave; you want to stay right where you are and watch the sun rise with him. You want to yawn and stretch yourself like a cat before curling against him and sleeping through the morning. You want to kiss him both goodnight and good morning. You look at him looking at the window and imagine an entire life with him, spanning years and decades in a second. Your heart beats heavy in your chest and you wonder if he can feel it, if he feels it, too.
When he finally looks back at you, you know. He kisses you like youâre precious, gently traces the shapes of your face with featherlight fingers. You shiver and he pulls you closer into his warm body, pulls the blanket tighter around you.
âYâknow,â he says, pausing to kiss you again. âIâm really glad I went to that party.â
Series: Unorthodox
Pairings:Â Fem!Reader x OT7, Taehyung x Jimin (and more)
Rating/genre:Â MÂ (18+); smut đ, fluff, light angst; Idol!AU, Reader-is-really-lucky!AU
Summary: You meet BTS on vacation and everything is awesome! (read authorâs note please)
Warnings:Â Will put in each chapter. Minors please dni.Â
***(General warning for the fact that this is a very self-insert work for me. As I am fair-skinned, small/average height, and have long hair, there may be things that reference these descriptors in this series, though Iâve tried to remove anything too overt.)
Status:Â Ongoing
AU: Established Relationship. Same couple as Hold My Hand and Through the Night. I am very in love with these two okay?
Wordcount:Â 10.1k Iâm so sorry
Summary: Youâre begged to visit your boyfriend in the studio after heâs been avoiding you for weeks. Â
Warnings: Relationship issues. Mentions of anxiety. Language.
Smut warnings: Explicit sex. Unprotected sex (pls condoms are important). fingering/oral (f receiving). Light choking/breath play. Pet names (princess and sir) mentions of other name kinks (oppa/noona mommy/daddy) Dry humping. Jungkookâs a bit aggressive and possessive. Creampie. Cum eating. Spanking. Biting. Cockwarming. I feel like Iâm missing something else. Theyâre obsessed with each other.
Rating: M / 18+
AN:Â Itâs finally here!!! What started as just a little drabble about hand holding has turned into whatever this is. This is my first dive into anything angsty in well over a decade and my first real dive into smut and oh boy am I nervous about it. So please be gentle. This would not be posted if it wasnât for @jjkeverlastââ beta-reading and also being so damn supportive in helping me with the smut. Also @chryblossomjjkâ essentially let me use her as a soundboard freaking out about this when she had her own WIPs to write and stress about. I am forever indebted to both and pray they arenât annoyed with my endless praise. I would not have gotten back into writing if it werenât for either of them.Â
Four more things of note: Very loosely based on based off Jordan Davis and Julia Michaels - Cool Anymore as well as Julia Michaels - Issues. Jungkook is based on this photoset where his thighs looked divine. And reader is wearing a dress very similar to this. I personally have Bug as a bit more on the plus size, but thatâs me. She is whoever you want her to be. đ Blame the sundress phenomenon on @kithtaehyung. Itâs all her fault. We love her though. and honorable mention to @here2bbtstrashâ. They know why. And finally, this is the longest thing Iâve ever written. I really hope you enjoy it. Please please please let me know what you think. Even if itâs just âgah I love itâ or âugh I hate itâ. Any feedback is very appreciated.
You hadnât seen your boyfriend in over a week. Barely spoken for three. It was getting close to the deadline for a list of demos for the new album to be submitted to the label for approval and the group was struggling. Jungkook didnât like talking about work outside of the studio, nor did he like using you as someone to vent about work to. So he often internalized his stress or locked himself in the studio. Which you figured was fine because he always came back out of it with a smile on his face and a giant hug and a kiss ready and waiting for you. Usually it only lasts a few days. But this time felt different. A few weeks ago, he just shut down on you. He still cuddled with you, told you he loved you, and spent any time he had with you, but he was silent. Then, a week later, he said something about a deadline and had to lock himself in the studio with Yoongi and Namjoon and heâd call when he was free. Which was eleven days ago. You were trying not to let it get to you or overthink it, but the radio silence wasnât helping.Â
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isnât as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader
genre:Â exes to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut; individual warnings for each part
word count (ongoing)Â : 20.4k+
note: somewhat loosely inspired by the kdrama Our Beloved Summer
updated: august 28, 2022
album index
main tracks:
teaser + snippet
track #1Â â 08:04
track #2Â â 12:00
track #3 â recordingâŠ
track #4
bonus tracks:
âyouâre my girlfriend.â
extras:Â
general tag (updates, teasers, snippets, asks, etc.)Â
âč title: Friday
âč pairing: jungkook x female reader
âč genre: baby angst(sorry) | fluff | humor | eventual smut | fuckbuddies to lovers | slice of life
âč summary: The one time Jungkook uses his key, he doesnât need it at all. Itâs Friday morning. Why are you home?
âč rating: 18+
âč word count: 2k
âč warnings:Â strong language | suggestive/sexual references | vomiting | sheâs sick yâall(poor thing) & sheâs mean | mentions alcohol | awkward silence | jungkookâs pov | bickering | jungkookâs on his last brain cell by the end | pet namesÂ
âč authorâs note: Sorry weâre late. I may have dropped a bit of angst in here but not a lot. Have fun with this one lol.
âč playlist: Best I Ever Had by Drake | Make Me Better by Fabolous ft. Neyo
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During weekdays, Jungkook spends his time working on the top floor of a corporate office building. But on weekends, heâs just a single guy enjoying life.
warnings: as slowburn as it gets for 25k words, jk is an idiot and oc is so mean to herself AND to others occasionally. religious themes [Bible verses], mentions of alcoholism, unrequited love (not between jk and oc), mentions and themes of death, resolving trauma, bad childhoods. smut: vaginal fingering, marking kink, ily kink, kinda breeding kink, unprotected sex which is BAD
title:Â starry night
pairing:Â jungkook x reader(f)
rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff , smut ; established relationship, gamer au
summary: all you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.
warnings:fluff, language, a tiny bit of overwatch lingo, thigh riding, a cute ass date :â)), fingering, penetration, protected sex, tit play if you squint, spanking, theyâre both competitive af, hickies, praise, body worship, self-conscious reader argh, multiple orgasms, jk has a big dick but whatâs new!!, tatted jk is a warning in itself, koo is a softie for his baby girl :(((, idk this really is just soft smut lmfao
note:this is for all the koo lovers out there! also, this is a revamp from the last version bc that one was a version i wasnât entirely happy with :â))Â canât even describe how much happier i am with this now dsjklf if youâve read it or not, hope you like the newest version and happy jk day!
drop date: september 1st, 2022, 9am est
total word count:Â 7k
âłÂ Summary: Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.
Alternatively...
You hate the idea of dressing up as those stupid "big tiddie anime bitches" but your love for Jeon Jungkook is stronger. Besides Jungkook will have his turn next.
âłÂ Pairing: Jungkook x reader
âłÂ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, 'maid for you' couple !
âł Rating: 18+
âłÂ Word count: 3.5k
âłÂ Warnings: disgusting amount of love and adoration between these two ew, unprotected sex, swearing, spanking, titty job, oral (both female and male), spit, reverse cowgirl, lovebites, fingering, big dick! jk, stomach bulging, creampies, crying (but the good kind), dom! jk,
âłÂ a/n: this is a prequel to my other fic 'maid for you' however this fic can be read on its own. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEON JUNGKOOK MY LOVE <3
âOkay, hear me out.â
âNo, Jungkook, I will not hear you out.â
With an exasperated sigh, you rise from the couch and head to your bathroom, leaving a pouting Jungkook who follows you like a lost puppy.
âDonât you think it would be so hot though,â Jungkook tries again.
You hastily clip your hair back, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror, âmaybe for you, you pervert.â
Jungkook remains nonchalant, your claim doing little to defer his desires. âBabeee,â he whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so he can lean his chin onto your shoulder.
âSorry that I donât want to feed into your weeb fantasies,â you say, reaching for your toothbrush.
Jungkookâs silent for a while, watching as you brush your teeth before muttering a quiet, âfine,â and leaving you with a light kiss to your neck.
In all honesty, the thought of dressing up as Mai from you and Jungkookâs recent anime binge, âRascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai,â doesnât disgust you. Youâll admit, her little bunny girl get up is hot, and out of all the other characters Jungkook has begged you to dress up as, the bunny girl outfit is probably one of the easiest costumes to get into because letâs be real, no matter how much Jungkook begs you will never paint yourself blue (he can find his own Widowmaker somewhere else).
As you finish up your skincare, you ponder over his request once again. His birthday is coming up soon, and ignoring the fact that there's a suspicious lump of presents stuffed in the back of your closet all for him, one more present wouldnât hurt.
Entering your bedroom you find your boyfriend bundled up in the sheets, the glow of his phone highlighting his pretty face.
You make yourself known, your knee dipping into the mattress, making Jungkook turn over towards you, his arms welcoming you for your nightly spooning.
âYouâre not mad at me right?â he whispers into your hair to which you reply with a snort, âno, why would I be?â
Jungkook sighs like heâs embarrassed, nuzzling his nose deep into your neck, you wiggle away at the ticklish feeling but his strong arms keep you in place. âBecause I always ask you to dress up as those characters even though you always like to rant to me about the male gaze and how a bikini doesnât count as armour.â He cards his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on the skin of your waist, âI donât want you to think iâm some crazed horndog who objectifies their girlfriend.â
You laugh, big and goofy, and if Jungkook wasnât so caught up in his thoughts he wouldâve kissed you silly.
âBaby I would never think that, youâve proved to me many times that your love is genuine. But hey, I don't blame you, Iâve got great tits,â you declare, turning to face his sleepy eyes.
âAnd a great ass too,â he adds, gripping your bottom with a tight hold that makes you gasp.
âI love you,â Jungkook says, pure adoration across his face.
You wanna squish his cheeks so bad, âaww you love me?â comes your teasing reply.
Jungkook rolls his eyes before wriggling into a more comfy position, âjust say it back so I can sleep.â
You give into your desire to squish his cheeks by booping his nose. It scrunches cutely and he opens one eye, âI love you too,â you finally say.
The lively music is cranked down and the attention is solely focused on Jungkook. Heâs got a big smile plastered across his face, his cheeks a cute shade of pink as he raises his cup.
âIâd just like to thank you all for being here tonight, I couldnât ask for a better birthday celebration,â Jungkook announces, eliciting a âI LOVE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!â from none other than a plastered Park Jimin. Jungkookâs eyes crinkle when he shouts back a string of adoration before pulling you in towards him.
âI would also like to thank my beautiful girlfriend who planned this all out,â Jungkook says, those eyes of his that you love so much sparkling just for you.
A round of âawwsâ makes its way to the two of you and you shyly hide your blush into Jungkookâs chest. He gently kisses the top of your head, the flicker of his birthday candle flames creating an angelic aura around you.
When the chorus of singing finally dies down and Jungkook bends down to blow out his candle and make a wish, he wishes for a forever happiness with you.
As you approach Jungkook with the last handful of empty beer cans, you dump them into the large trash bag and wrap your arms around his backside.
âHey,â you whisper, gripping his shirt to grab his attention.
âWhat is it baby,â Jungkook replies mindlessly, scrubbing a stubborn stain out of a plate.
A mischievous grin paints your visage as you tell him, âI have one more present for you.â
Placing the clean plate onto the drying rack, Jungkook cranes his next to look at you, âwhat! baby youâve done so much for me already.â
Your smile only grows wider as you gauge Jungkookâs reaction to your words, âI know, but I wanted to fulfil one of your wishes.â
Jungkook pauses, his head tilting slightly as he tries to remember what youâre talking about. âWhat do you mean wish? What wish are we talking about here?â
You release your grip on him to lean against the counter top, eyeing him closely, âyou know⊠the thing you wanted me to do the other week?â
He shakes his head, looking at you as if it would help him remember before giving up, âIâm lost.â
Pushing yourself off of the counter you roll your eyes, âugh just meet me in the bedroom when you're done,â you say as you sashay out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
Thereâs a long second that passes, the water from the top suddenly getting hot before Jungkook breathes in with a mumbled, âoh, oh.âÂ
Unbeknownst to you, Jungkookâs eyes light up with the realisation that he was gonna get lucky tonight. He rushes to the bedroom, almost breaking a glass cup on the way. He expects you to be on the bed laid out for him, but youâre not.
Thereâs a sliver of yellow light that spills from under the bathroom door and a quiet âshitâ that leaves your lips. Jungkook hears a snap, like a rubber band against skin, a small whimper comes from your mouth and Jungkook worriedly knocks on the door.
âWhat are you doing in there? Are you okay?â
When you bought the damn costume you didnât read the reviews. You completely missed the part where numerous people recommended buying a size up. Now youâre suffering those consequences and you finally shimmy the body suit on.
âGet on the bed and wait,â you try to say as sweetly as you can, but there's a twinge of struggle that comes making Jungkook lean his ear suspiciously against the door.
âAlright, Iâll wait, but I should remind you that Itâs my birthday and you shouldnât keep the birthday boy waiting.â
You hear the shuffle of bedsheets, Jungkook probably listening to you and lying down on the bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror, both shocked and surprised at how good you look despite the fact that your tits bulge out like youâve squeezed yourself into those corsets from the 19th century. Not to mention that the body suit is so tight that if you took a deep breath it kind of hurt, but youâve already made it this far, and you have an excited birthday boy on the other side of the door so with small inhale that doesnât cause your lungs to hate you, you open the bathroom door.
âCan I open my eyes now,â Jungkook asks excitedly, his tattooed hands covering the entirety of his face.
Youâre standing like a stiff soldier, unsure of how to present yourself, âuh, no, donât look yet.â
Should you pose? How should you stand? Maybe lean against the doorframe? No thatâs stupidâŠ
âOh, fuckâ
In the midst of deciding if you should pose like a bunny girl, or get onto the bed, Jungkook had lost his patience and opened his eyes.
âJungkook! I told you to shut your eyes.â
Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes big as he drinks up your curves. He doesnât know where to look. Your hips are rounded to perfection, thick thighs on display, your boobs practically one jump away from popping out, the cute bunny ears standing tall that surprisingly suit your features.
âShit, is it bad that iâm already hard, fucking hell.â
Jungkook doesnât know if heâs proud because he finally convinced you to dress up for him or proud at the fact that youâre all his. His dick however, agrees to both.
âMen,â you scoff sarcastically as you crawl towards Jungkook whose head lays against the headboard, his taut thighs spread as if to welcome you.Â
You find comfort between his thighs kneeling before him and holding his chin in your hand. âHappy birthday, Jungkook,â you say, seduction dropping from your lips.
He smirks back, eyes dropping down to your glossy lips, âmmm, happy birthday to me indeed.â
Itâs messy, both your lips getting sticky with a mixture of your lip gloss and saliva, but you love it. Jungkook opens his mouth, you follow his rhythm, your tongue poking out to intertwine with his.
You moan into his mouth when his hands find purchase on your ass. His big hands squeeze both cheeks before slapping them, a loud smack echoing around the room. His action pushes you closer to him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.
Jungkookâs hands continue to wander before he giggles softly at the discovery of the cute fuzzy tail attached to your bottom.
âCute,â he utters into your neck, licking your collarbones and sucking your sweet skin.
âWhat?â you pant, leaning your head back to offer more skin to Jungkook, to which he happily leaves a trail of love bites that slowly bloom along your neckline.
He pokes your butt, âyou have a little tail.â
You wiggle your hips, the tail brushing along Jungkookâs hand. You move away from him and run your nails down his thighs, âwhatever, get your shirt off and your dick out.â
A lopsided smile erupts on his face, âohh bunny girl is feisty tonight.â Though, he obeys your command, pulling his shirt over his head in that weird but attractive way that boys do, and unbuckles the belt of his jeans.
Jungkook is indeed very hard, his cock slapping against his abdomen the second it's released from the denim.
You spit into your hand, gripping his cock immediately, drawing out a shocked groan from your boyfriend.
You take care of him with love, your grip tight, making sure to fist his red tip before bringing it back down the length of his shaft.
Once his cock is nice and prepped, shiny from your saliva, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly before fluttering your lashes up at him.
His lids are half open, to keep his gaze on you while revelling in the bliss of your heavenly mouth. âFuck baby, love your mouth,â he groans, bringing his fingers to brush away the strands that fall into your eyes.
You continue your actions, bobbing your head up and down as you watch your boyfriend crumble from pleasure. Suddenly, an idea pops into your brain. Releasing his length from your mouth, you begin to pull off the tight clear straps from your shoulders.
Your tits pop out provocatively, bouncing slightly as theyâre released from the confinements of the tight bodysuit.
Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, âwh-what are you doing.â
Youâre still continuing to jerk him off, and Jungkook swears heâs about to bust a nut when you ask, âdo you wanna fuck my tits?â
He sits up at that, startling you, âare you kidding? Fuck yeah I do.â
You laugh at his cute reaction and flick your hair so it falls off your shoulder, you gotta make sure the girls are all clear for your man after all.
Jungkook holds the base of his cock and you use your hands to press your tits together. He slides in with ease, a hiss and a small âshitâ falling from his lips.
You keep your gaze on him, he always likes when you look at him during intimate times like this. You continue your stare, eyes hazy and you let drool dribble out of your mouth, letting it run
down your cleavage and onto his tip. His dick twitches in response and you hide your smile by biting your lip.
Holding your tits together you bounce them up and down, you stick your tongue out teasingly, letting it connect to his tip every time his cock peeps through your cleavage.
âDoes it feel good baby?â you ask, helping Jungkook speed up the rhythm of his thrusts. âMmm God, feels so good baby,â he whines and you swear a flood breaks out in your panties.
You love to please him, his eyes fluttering shut, until he takes his cock out of your hold. âCome here love, I'm gonna cum if you keep going. It's my turn now.â
You pout at the loss of his warmth, âbabe it's your birthday, today is all about you. Let me take care of you.â
Jungkook gets up, pulling his jeans fully off his body, leaving his stark naked in front of you. You shamelessly ogle his body, heâs just so fine!Â
âThereâs a flaw in your logic there babe. Today is all about me, therefore I get to decide what I want to do. And what I want to do is eat you out.â
âAlright birthday boy,â you grin, switching places with Jungkook. Before you lay down you start to remove your bodysuit, thatâs until Jungkook lets out a choked, âno! Keep it on.â
You pause, head cocking to the side, âbut how are you gonna-â
âShh, donât even worry about it, leave all the work to me babe.â
And work he does as he gets right into pleasuring you.
Jungkook starts by teasing you slowly, kissing your heat over the thin material. âShit baby, youâve soaked your costume,â he jibes, hooking his thumbs under the elastic to reveal your dripping slit.
You feel his hot breath as it hits your pussy making you involuntarily clench at whatâs to come. âFuck, baby youâve got the prettiest pussy in the world.â
You cross your arms over your face embarrassed, âJungkook, please.â
Jungkook listens, flattening his tongue against you, tasting you.
You inhale sharply as Jungkook pulls the costume back more and you fist the sheets when he finally dives in.
âOh, God! Jungkook!â you moan, basking in the electric pleasure that shoots through you as Jungkook sucks and tongues at your clit like a man starved.
With his free hand, he pops two fingers in his mouth, watching your flushed expression with dark eyes. You feel his fingers at the entrance of your hole, teasing you as his tongue continues to draw pictures on your swollen nub.
Your thighs clench around Jungkookâs head when he slips two of his fingers inside of you. âAh! Feels so good, baby.â
He says nothing, his reply coming through the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers.
Jungkook is skilled, used to all the signs and crevices of your body, so when your hips begin to lift, and your toes begin to clench, Jungkook keeps at his pace.
His mouth opens and closes around your heat, his fingers curling inside as you explode, your orgasm completely swallowing you.
You throw your head back into the pillows, a whine bubbling out of your mouth. Once your hips settle back down, Jungkook knows the high is over, releasing his mouth and fingers off of you.
Your costume snaps back into place and you sigh, Jungkook crawling on top of you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He always gets so cocky after making you cum.
He kisses you again and you melt, tasting yourself on his tongue.
His hands find your waist and you squeal into his neck as he swiftly flips you on top of him. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your face from the abrupt movement, âyour strength continues to amaze me,â you giggle, smiling down sweetly at Jungkook.Â
You kiss him again because you simply canât get enough of him, he slaps your ass grabbing your attention. âI want you to turn around.â
You almost frown, âbut I want you to look at me when I ride you.â
He runs a ringer down your arm before squeezing your boob in his palm, âyou will baby just turn around for me first.â
You comply anyway, turning your body away from him, âyou just wanna watch my bunny tail bounce donât you,â you accuse. Jungkook laughs, âmaybe.â
You donât allow another second to be wasted, sitting up on your knees to move the sticky costume to the side. With your other hand you reach down and hold the base of Jungkookâs cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.
You both groan at the sensation of your warmth enveloping his length, your voices harmonising together in pleasure. You swivel your hips in small circles, getting comfortable with his huge size.
Jungkook places both hands on your hips, and you take that as a sign to show him how well you can ride it.
You begin with a light bounce, letting go of the bunny girl costume material as his cock holds it out of the way. You lean your hands on his thighs gaining a steady rhythm humming at the euphoria that spreads through your body.
Jungkook will admit, the sight of your bunny tailed ass paired with the ears that sit atop of your cute head is a sight that makes him release a deep groan.
His hands tighten on your skin and he thrusts up, his body spinning in pleasure, âbaby youâre so hot, so tight, fuck.â
You try your best to maintain the speed, loud wet smacks ricocheting around the walls of your room. However, the burn in your tired thighs takes over, and Jungkook notices the way you start to slow down, and heâs not having it.
Jungkook takes the reins and thrusts his hips at a rapid speed that has you screaming his name. As Jungkook increases his speed, he grabs both of your arms, using them to help him piston into you at a faster speed.
âAh! Oh fuck Jungkookâ is all you can say, the pleasure vibrating all over your skin. A mix of both your essences melds together and drips down your thighs, you sigh and fall back against his chest. You can finally see Jungkook, and god, heâs so pretty.
Jungkook continues to thrust into you, his breath staggered and rough as it rushes against your ear. Your tits bounce ferociously like those hentai videos youâve caught him watching, and as you expected, he grabs one in his hand rubbing a finger over your nipple and squeezing the other.
You pant in his neck, leaving small kisses on his hot skin to which he turns his head to offer you his lips.
Jungkookâs hand releases your tit to find your clit, rubbing fast circles that push you further to your release.
Your mouth falls open, unable to speak. Jungkook is focused on the way your bodies meet, his eyes wide when he notices something.
âHoly shit, look at that love, my dick so big you can see it through your stomach.â
You raise your head, eyes almost crossing at the sight of the bulge that pokes through your stomach every time Jungkook sends a hard thrust into you.
You canât take it anymore, âJungkook! Baby Iâm gonna cum,â you feel your eyes starting to water at the impending explosion of your orgasm.
You know Jungkook is close, his teeth wrapped around his bottom lip, âyeah, hold it baby Iâm almost there, fuck I love you.â
You could almost cry. âI love you so much too Koo.â
With one final thrust you both cum together.
Jungkook holds you tightly, his dick snug inside of your walls as he starts to soften.
No words are spoken, just the sound of deep breaths and shuddered sighs. Itâs heavenly.Â
Jungkook gently exits your heat, his cum slowly dripping out onto your thighs and onto your bed sheets.
âJust letting you know, itâs gonna be your turn next,â you mumble tiredly, stretching your arms before wrapping them around Jungkookâs head as he continues to catch his breath.
He only scoffs in return, turning his head towards you to plant a sweet kiss against your forehead, âas if.â
title:starry nightÂ
pairing: jungkook x reader(f)Â
rating/genre:m(18+) ; fluff , smut ; established relationship, gamer au
summary:Â all you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.Â
warnings: fluff, language, thigh riding, fingering, penetration, protected sex, tit play if you squint, hickies, praise, body worship, multiple orgasms, jk has a big dick but whatâs new, tatted jk is a warning in itself, kookie is a softie for his baby girl :(((, idk this really is just soft smut lmfao
note: this is for all the jk lovers out there! i am simply wrecked :â)))Â also, this is just a (s)extension/revamp of this drabble!Â
note 2:Â revamped on september 1st, 2022! flow and word choice is vastly improved, and the reader is much more inclusive<33 canât even describe how much happier i am with this now dsjklf if youâve read it or not, hope you like the newest version!
total word count:6.9k
drop date: february 6th, 2021
-> summary you've pleaded for as long as you remember and jungkook finally gives in.
-> word count 1.4k
-> warnings swearing, oral (m. receiving), mentions of blood, vampire bite, biting kink (sorta), switch!reader, switch!jk, open ending (?)
-> author's note um... so i was supposed to be on a clear hiatus from writing but this motherfucker decided to post a teaser and wreck us all. so this is dedicated to everyone who is delulu for some vampire!koo. @yoongukie-ff this is especially dedicated to you my love <3 i should say... this is my first time writing anything that is supernatural so bare with me. i'm pretty new at this. or else i hope you enjoy! <3333
ââPlease?ââ Jungkookâs red eyes slowly close as he exhales, standing now further away from you. You both know the consequences from him biting into you. But you desperately want it. Feel the pain from his fangs sinking deep into your neck, as you clutch yourself tight onto him, hearing him moan in pleasure of tasting you.Â
ââYou know what will happen if I do.ââÂ
ââI do.ââ You move closer again, tracing your fingers onto his white collar as his mouth opens slightly, giving you a glimpse of what awaits you. At this point youâll do anything for him to just bite you.Â
ââIâll do anything, Jeon.ââ Jungkook lowly grunts as the nickname slips from your lips, restraining himself from you. Your touch, your scent and mostly the soft skin that is extremely tempting for his eyes.Â
You have no idea how much you actually affect him. Heâs been punishing himself behind closed doors from the ungodly thoughts of you. How youâd sound as he fucks you or how badly you choke with your mouth filled with his cock as he grips your hair, guiding himself as you take him so well.Â
ââJungkook.ââ Your breath fans across his cheek, as he leans in closer to inhale your sweet scent, that has reached closer to him. It almost makes him dizzy and needy. Needy to the point heâll do it with no warning, which youâd gladly accept althoughâ
ââAnything?ââ You blink in surprise, a smirk pulling itself forward as he doesnât move an inch from your close presence.Â
ââAnything.ââ You confirm, Jungkookâs eyes grow a darker color of red before he roughly kisses you. You whimper against his mouth, your tongue poking the fangs as you let your tongues glide against each other in hunger and need.Â
Youâve always wanted to kiss Jungkook, feel him in other ways but heâd never let you. Always warned you from him and what he was capable of, in this case, turning you.Â
But now, heâs done holding himself back. Youâve pleaded for too long and the wait was finally over. Heâll give you what you want, if youâre being good to him.Â
Jungkook loosens his grip on your form, retrieving to lock eyes with you.Â
He traces his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness and his cock throbs as he pictures them wrapped around it.
ââFuck, I love your lips.ââ Youâre extremely turned on after the grasp Jungkook had around you, wanting to do more than just have him bite you. You want to feel him, every part of him before he turns you.Â
His thumb feels cold against your lips but you want to give him a taste of something different. So you do, wrapping your lips over his thumb, covering it. You hadnât expected for Jungkook to gasp from the contact but he does, so softly yet with want. Â
ââI need you.ââ Heâs honest, letting himself go in hopes of you reciprocating his need and giving yourself to him.Â
You let go of this thumb, dropping down on both knees slowly as he watches you. Heâs not stopping you, so you continue. Tracing your palms against his leather jeans that fit so tightly, showcasing his firm thighs beneath it. Heâs so fucking attractive that itâs wrecking your insides fully.Â
You feel this is a dream. You, on your knees for him as he awaits your mouth on his cock with pleading eyes and mouth parted in anticipation. You donât exactly know how long youâve been imagining such a scenario but Jungkook has always been on your mind. Youâve always wanted him and what he hides beneath all of his clothes.Â
With enough strength from you, you pull his pants and briefs, his cock springing itself free. Heâs so fucking hard, your hand coming up to stroke him gently. Your palm doesnât mind the cold but rather enjoys the softness heâs carrying.Â
ââAh fuck.ââ Youâve barely touched him and heâs already grunting from your hand wrapped around it.Â
You pick up the pace, moving closer so your mouth can reach his tip, glistening with pre-cum. It amazes you how worked up heâs gotten over you.Â
ââBe good, donât tease.ââ Itâs a warning telling you if you arenât good you wonât get bitten. So you avoid teasing him for longer, wrapping your lips and closing the awaiting contact between you. The taste of the pre-cum sets itself on your tongue as you swirl it around, lapping it up with no mercy.Â
Your hand keeps itself wrapped, your lips following soon after, taking more of him as you bop your head back and forth slowly to get used to his size.Â
You barely notice the cold from Jungkookâs part, continuing your ministrations on him like this will be your only chance of having him like this.Â
The first moan Jungkook slips is unforgettable, sounding so angelic despite him being dangerous. Looking up, his eyes are hardly visible except for his mouth thatâs hung open in pleasure, grunts escaping them almost as if itâs an encouragement for you to keep going.Â
Youâd love to have Jungkook like this again, fucked out of it because of your mouth and letting himself be controlled by you.Â
You can feel yourself getting wet by the thought, moaning against Jungkookâs soft skin as your mouth has fully covered his cock.Â
ââFuckâââ Jungkook bites his lip, the fangs poking at his bottom lip. The sight itself is something youâll find yourself thinking back to whenever you can. The situation is filthy itself, both of you next to his wooden desk in his office.Â
Jungkook catches you off guard when his hand pulls your hair tight, re-gaining the control he suddenly lost, too captivated by the warmth from you.Â
He guides your head, adding a bit of strength as you soon follow his want. You donât care that you choke on his cock repeatedly as he fucks your mouth with no restraint. You donât care because you want to be good, you want to earn. You want to earn the bite heâll give you. Itâs almost like a reward, a reward for you being patient, warm and soft.Â
Tears are forming around the corner of your eyes, your mouth stuffed fully with Jungkookâs cock as he keeps letting his tip hit the back of your throat.Â
Itâs not until you feel a slight twitch and Jungkookâs panting changes pace, that you know heâs close.Â
ââYouâre so warmâ mmm, so willing.ââ Jungkook grunts deeply, his hold tightening against your scalp as he comes undone, awarding you with his cum â for now.Â
You donât move after you swallow, the salty aftertaste becoming more prominent with time. Jungkook finally opens his eyes, the darker red still visible and his fangs more sharp than earlier.Â
ââCome here.ââ He grabs you by the nape of the neck, so you face him again, his breath fanning over your mouth. He lets his breath become swallowed, tasting your lips once again. Youâre so delicate when you kiss, yet the opposite when youâre sucking him off.Â
He would love to keep kissing you, but he needs to keep his promise.Â
ââIâm ready.ââ You whisper against his lips that are plumb and rosy red after being kissed and used by your own. He looks flushed, his skin cold although heâs vibrating a certain warmth towards you.
âYouâre so soft, so delicate.â His fingers trace towards the area heâll bite and goosebumps arise from the cold touch of his fingertips against your neck. Heâs dragging it out, you think to yourself and he seems to enjoy seeing you plead so much youâre willing to give him another round if heâs to ask.Â
With an instant movement, Jungkookâs fangs dig into your neck, the pain unbearable as you lightly scream. Fuck, it hurts. Badly.Â
He keeps them there, continuously sucking the blood that becomes apparent with time. Fuck you taste so sweet, just as he had expected. He wouldâve tasted you for eternity. If that were possible. He moans against your neck as you clutch yourself to his built arms and shoulders.Â
The pain soothes out, becoming more pleasurable and you feel yourself grow lustful. Your fingers run through his hair as you begin to moan in satisfaction over the bite.Â
âThisâ this feels amazing.â Youâre breathless, fingers now digging into his scalp as the pressure increases from Jungkookâs fangs.Â
You donât notice how itâs already over, your mind fogged and clouded with every emotion possible. Youâre not weak, you feel⊠powerful.Â
âI could taste you for hours.â Jungkookâs lips are covered in your blood, eyes fully red as he pants.Â
You feel Jungkookâs skin burn against your fingers suddenly, his cheeks turning red and he simply⊠smiles at you.Â
âIâm yours. Always and forever.â Jungkook re-attaches his lips to your neck, sucking off the rest of your blood soothingly.
âYouâre mine.â He mumbles against your skin.Â
⊠Summary: Somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesnât expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.
âŠÂ Pairing: vampire/ college student! Jungkook x college student! female reader
âŠÂ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.
âŠÂ Type: One shot
âŠÂ Word Count: 19,376
âŠÂ Genre: friends to lovers, supernatural, a hint of angst
âŠÂ Warnings: Some angst, Taehyung is kinda an ass, blood play (Jungkook is a vampire, guys), ridiculous science and historical accounts that I MADE UP (I am not a scientist!!!), mentions of diseases, explicit language, verbal threats, turning someone into a vampire against their will, depictions of blood, biting, conspiracy theories, recreational drinking, mentions of recreational drug use in the past (briefly), a little bit of pining, sexually explicit content including: oral (f. and m. receiving, m. briefly receives) spitting, blood play and biting, spitting, sub-space themes post orgasm, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex guys). I think I got everything - pls tell me if I missed something.
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A/N: HAPPY HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN EVERYONE AKA HALFWAY TO MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR. It's here! This took me absolutely forever to write because I wrote it in so many pieces. It is WAY longer than I anticipated, but as I've always said: I find it nearly impossible to write PWP because I live for plot and world building. This is the beloved sibling to Don't Read Dead Languages, the other installment of my Halfway to Halloween celly (est. post date is tomorrow) And yes - I did create characters in here with the intention of doing their stories for Halloween this year :) Please enjoy.
A/N 2: Please keep in mind that I am not a scientist and a historian and I took A LOT of liberties with mythology and historical accounts to make my own plot. While I mention real diseases and historical figures, I quite literally made this up. It's not accurate. Pls don't come for my scientist brain because it doesn't exist.
The lights in your corner of the library are dim and flickering. The air is cold and damp- though that is common for the old part of the library where your group huddles. As the least favorite academic club in your schoolâs college of history and humanities, the table assignments in the warmer and brighter side of the library are rarely ever given to you.
The creepy table for the creeps, the student-run desk attendants usually murmur when you arrive first to check in for your allotted study time.Â
Youâve requested the higher tech rooms over fifty times, but itâs the same response every time: Are you even a real academic club? Leave the digital screens and resources to the STEM majors.Â
So Old Stacks it was. It had earned that name when the library was extended to above ground with three more floors. The subterranean parts were now reserved for the original study rooms and table areas that had gone years without updating. Most of the shelving is in disarray, containing old volumes of books no longer referenced.Â
Most people dread the Old Stacks. You donât mind them. There is a comfort in knowing you will be left alone among the silence and the flickering lights. Plus, you know how to accommodate for its quirks now. You always pack sweaters, always bring snacks since the vending machines are a mile away, and you bring a portable desk light.Â
Making things work is mostly what your group does. Well- making things real is the focus.Â
Sure, your Science and History of the Supernatural club was originally been created as an ode to the long-running television show Supernatural, but it has since developed into something legit, with academics studying the mysteries of the world and working to apply levels of historical research and scientific methods to prove and disprove a number of creatures, stories and legends.Â
It's nerd shit, as Jungkook calls it. You donât even want to get into the argument of what you define as a nerd with him. He has enough anime posters on his apartment walls and spends every cent he earns streaming toward his ridiculously flashy gaming setup.Â
Nerd shit.Â
Despite him making fun of your group, Jungkook sometimes comes to meetings. Even if itâs because you needed a sixth person to be considered a legitimate academic club. Even if it itâs because you offered to do his laundry every Saturday for a single semester as a bribe to keep the club going.Â
Pulling your cardigan closer, you scroll through your tablet with the proposal you carefully put together for review. Itâs for your final research paper in your folklore class- an elective you didnât need to graduate, but an important elective toward your desired dream job of working for a private curation company in charge of recovering, investigating and selling ancient artifacts. Kim Namjoon, a professor who participated in the very group you now led, had given you some tips on what you needed to apply to the prestigious position.Â
The subject of your final project is courageous. It leans heavily on a lot of pseudoscience and genuine historical events and documents. You know it doesnât necessarily matter if the experiment itself yields a factual result. Youâre not a scientist, but even a negative result is something worth noting in your paper.Â
Jungkook is the first to arrive at the library. Heâs got a paper bag shoved under his arms, the first signs of grease ruining the paper on the edges. You can smell the fries immediately, groaning as he sets up next to you with an evil grin.Â
âGot your favorite,â he announces in a sing-song voice.Â
You hate the way he spoils you with food. Jungkookâs habits at the gym and generally maintaining a healthy lifestyle help him to look⊠well perfect. Small waist, broad shoulders and thick biceps with a heartbreaking face made to love.Â
Not thinking about how lovely his face was had become a favorite pastime of yours.Â
âYouâre going to make me gain weight,â you growl, snatching the back from him to find seasoned fries inside. You indulge, humming as you bite into the greasy goodness. âThis isnât fair, Jeon.â
âWho cares if you do?â Jungkook kicks his feet up on the table, ignoring you as you try to shove them off. Even if youâre in the worst part of the Old Stacks, you feel the urge to be respectful. âYouâre pretty regardless, Indy.â
You smirk at the nickname. He was constantly calling you Indiana Jones and Indy for short. You wished you were as cool, but youâll never tell him that. âTell that to my long line of non-existent suitors. And get your feet off the table.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes but moves his feet, much to your pleasure.
Your club members file in one at a time, a mix of science majors and history majors. Jungkook is the only one out of his depth, but he usually enjoys the meetings. He doesnât always say so, but you find open articles on his computer when he thinks youâre not looking about banshees and werewolves on occasion.
Hoseok opens a bag of chips, his notebooks perfectly placed as he leans on his elbows eagerly. âYouâre running your folklore project by us today, right? Iâve been dying to see what you came up with.â Â
âWhy?â Mari asks, flipping through a textbook with an unimpressed pout. You try to fight the urge to lean over and bop her directly on the fucking head. âItâs just another project.â
Mari will never outright say she doesnât like you. In general, you suppose sheâs nice enough. Sheâs let you borrow a resource or two and sheâll peer review your work if Hoseok or Elena arenât available. But she always makes sure to downplay your successes, and there is an undercurrent of something aggressive whenever she directs comments and questions your way.
Jungkook hates Mari. You notice the way he glares over the top of his computer screen at her now, his pout tilting downward and his eyes boring holes in her forehead. She doesnât seem to notice. Even if she did, any reaction she can draw out of Jungkook is one she enjoys. From the moment Jungkook joined your club to save it, she has never passed a moment to thank him again and again for joining.
It's a topic that is hotly debated between you and Jungkook. He doesnât think anyone is interested in him. He knows heâs a nerd by definition. He speaks in anime jokes and he doesnât come out of his room on the weekends when heâs deep into and Overwatch binge. And no matter how many times you tell him, Jungkook has no idea how cute he is.
âBecause,â Hoseok shoots back pointedly at Mari. âSheâs also submitting this paper to Namjoon who is passing it to his boss at his very secretive artifact agency. Itâs important.â
âNamjoon,â Mari sighs, putting her hand over her heart. âWe will never have a president of this club like him.â
Jungkook looks at her pointedly. âI think ours is just fine.â
You shoot him a grateful look, ignoring the way Mari scrambles to correct herself and assure you that it wasnât meant to be offensive. Especially when it definitely was.
Jimin is the last to show up, murmuring apologies as he tosses his things on the table. He looks effortlessly beautiful as always, pink hair styled back and subtle designer clothing hanging perfectly on his frame. Jimin is the type of beautiful that you envy- not because he gets attention, but because he is otherworldly.
âProject time, project time!â Jimin chants, clapping his hands together. Heâs an English Literature major with a keen interest in folklore and mythology. You were pretty sure he kept a copy of The Iliad on him at all times. âIâm so excited to see what youâve got.â
The group settles in and turn their eyes to you as you flip your iPad around. The topic is incredibly out there- even for you- and your palms get sweaty as you sift through your notes and cited sources regarding the topic.
âOkay donât laugh,â you say seriously, levelling all of them with a glare. âAnd remember that the actual result doesnât matter as much as the research and documentation process.â
âSpit it out,â Jimin whines.
So you do.
Flipping through the iPad, you launch into an incredibly lengthy and thorough relationship between the history of the legend of vampires through various time periods, starting the research specifically with the rumors and lack of historical data surrounding Vlad the Impaler, ruler of Walachia, Romania.
At first, the group seems unsure. You can sense their uneasiness on the topic, but you push forward, pulling out historical accounts and journals during the Middle Ages during years when the plague burned through European countries, cross-referencing it with the uptick in supposed vampire sightings and rumors.
The interesting part of your research surrounds a disease known as Porphyria, which was detected in the middle ages during a spike in the plague. There were several variations of the disease, resulting in skin blistering when exposed to sunlight.
âOkay so you get a sunburn with pory-whatever?â Jimin asks.
You glare. âYour skin literally blisters, but let me finish. They did studies on people who got the disease and discovered that ingesting blood relieved most if not all of the symptoms related to those who had it. Furthermore, people who ingested the blood of those with porphyria immediately displayed symptoms.â
âWhat does this have to do with vampirism?â Mari sighed.
âThough itâs implied in most of these medical documents that it can be passed through family members, look at this specifically family tree I pulled with one of the first patients who underwent testing.â
Jungkook took the sheet of paper from you, pouting his lip and furrowing his brow as he read. You chewed nervously on the inside of your cheek as he scanned the tree and tilted his head. âWilhelmina Dracia- an ancestor of Vlad the Impaler.â
âExactly, Jeon!â you announce. âSo it got me thinking. There were other undocumented diseases during the plague. Even now, there were small towns marked as killed by the plague but they had no evidence that they actually suffered deaths from the plague. Do you know what the neighboring towns were suspected to have?â
âPorphyria?â Jungkook asked, glancing upward. âDo you think porphyria is vampirism?â
âI think itâs a strain of vampirism.â
âJust a strain?â Hoseok asks, taking one of the papers from your notes. Youâre thrilled theyâre asking questions and hand him two other family trees. âWait- I though Anne Riceâs novel was total fiction? Lestat was a real person?â
âI think he was based on a real person. Loren de Lion was a real person born in a farming village outside of Paris.â You tap the top of his family tree. âWhat name do you see there?â
âMihai Dracal.â Hoseok holds out his hand to Jungkook for Wilhelminaâs family tree and looks back and forth between them. âNo way. They share an ancestor. So why isnât Loren on this family tree?â
âHe produced no heirs. This is where I began wondering about strains. Look at these journal entries from Loren de Lion in Paris and then compare it to these entries by Laure de Lions in New Orleans during the 1900s.â
âI remember this,â Hoseok reads from the newer entry. âIt is all so familiar. I fear I am not alone in my dear city of New Orleans. I must flee, for there is no stronger breed of sickness than jiangshi. I hope to withstand this breed, but I must flee the city.â
âBreed of sickness?â Itâs Mari who asks the question much to your surprise. And sort of pleasure. âWho calls sickness a breed.â
âRight?â
âJiangshi?â Jungkook asks. âThatâs an ancient story of creatures sucking the qi out of humans. Itâs popular in Korean Dramas.â
Mari gestures to another family tree sitting on top of academic papers. You hand them over to her with a smirk. Sheâs so focused on scanning the family tree that she doesnât notice. âThis family- you associated them with Jiangshi?â
âYes. In fact, they have a son who recently graduated from here. He owns a popular night club in the next city over.â
âWaitâŠâ Jimin mutters, looking up Kim Taehyung on his phone. His eyes go round and he looks up at you. âYou mean he owns Nightshade? That club is not only ridiculously exclusive and membership only, but last year there was a massive story on them. One of their members was arrested for aggravated assault on his boyfriend and he claimed that he was driven to insanity by the occult practices at the club.â
You lift up the article in question. âThey were going to go to trial any everything. But the Kim family is stupid rich theyâre represented by Min Associates.â
âSeriously? Iâve heard that Min Associates have the best lawyers in the world. You could be caught red-handed guilty and get away with it if theyâre on the case.â Mari asks, snatching the article from Jimin. âIâve heard their son is called the Demon in the court room. No one can beat him.â
You shrug. âMy point is, this guy? He was willing to talk until he wasnât. He was sentenced to a few years and let out on good behavior. No one has heard from him since.â
âSo whatâs your plan?â Jungkook asks, brows furrowed as he regards you. âPlease donât tell me you plan on getting involved with Nightshade and trying to become a member to see whatâs going on. Come on, Indy.â
âJimin?â You ask and he looks up at you. âYour friend Jin is in the entertainment sector, isnât he?â
Jimin glares. You give him a soft pout and round eyes, earning a sigh and a roll of his eyes. âIâll see what I can do.â
-
A week after you discuss your project with your peers, Jungkook shows up at your apartment with a box full of pizza, your favorite flavor of wings, and soda. You give him a narrowed look, letting him in nonetheless as the smell of grease makes your mouth water.
Though you live alone, Jungkook has spent most of his time at your small apartment two blocks away from school to be considered a roommate. Â
âTo what do I owe being spoiled?â You ask skeptically as Jungkook places the items on your kitchen counter. He moves confidently, taking out plates and setting them down before grabbing cups for your drinks. Itâs entirely domestic and you chew your lip watching him. âThatâs a lot of wings.â
âCanât I just want to come watch movies with my best friend?â
âYes, but itâs Friday. And on Fridays you usually do your Mario Party stream with viewers.â
âYou know my schedule?â His cheeks are tinted pink when he asks, smiling at the ground as he places food on the plates. You donât answer- of course you know his schedule- and take the plate offered to you. âI just wanted to hangout.â
âSus.â
Jungkook takes a bite of his pizza, chewing happily as he levels you with a look. âMaybe I want to try and talk you out of your project.â You groan and he gestures to the couch. âCome on, we donât have to fight while we eat.â
âSo weâre going to fight?â
He gives a small smirk. âMaybe. I donât know. Not during pizza and maybe an episode of One Piece?â
You hum in doubt but join him on the couch, pulling up the extended-top of the coffee table to set your food on top. You both cross your feet and settle in as Jungkook navigates the streaming service easily, picking up where you left off.
Itâs hard to remember when exactly you let him talk you into watching the entire anime series, but it seems never ending. Jungkook wonât let you watch episodes without him, but heâs good about keeping a watch-schedule. And you have to admit- you like the show.
True to his word, Jungkook doesnât bring up your project while you eat. It doesnât stop you from stealing glances at him from the corner of your eye, trying to figure out what about it bothers him.
Clubbing isnât really your thing. You gave it a good run when you were a freshman, slowing a bit when you were a sophomore. You didnât mind drinking- wine was pretty much your preference- but being out around a bunch of sweaty strangers while someone always managed to have a bad night in your group was sort of exhausting.
So you limited your nights out to few and far between, but you always managed to have fun.
Perhaps it was the mysteriousness of the club that Jungkook didnât like. After revealing your topic of interest, you had scoured the internet together to show him what you could find on Nightshade and its members. There was a website for the club, but the only information available was that it was an exclusive night club, and that memberships were limited. There was no information to apply. There was nothing but an address, a business license, and a small blurb on the owner- Kim Taehyung.
The infamous Kim Taehyung was easier to look up. He was a wealthy businessman in the next city over and was a wealthy contributor to your school. He participated in plenty of charity work- particularly organizations that specialized in raising money for rare blood diseases and their study.
That was interesting and on brand for your paper.
Every photo you saw of the man was nothing short of stunning. Dark hair that was usually styled back, eyes that could cut through a camera lens, and a face that belonged in high fashion. He was heartbreakingly beautiful. Even Jungkook had whistled and stared for a while.
Taehyung, as stunning as he was, had private social media and there wasnât much beyond a few articles from business and entertainment magazines who had posted how elusive the club owner was. Even the articles containing information about the lawsuit against his club were difficult to find.
A few blogs were dedicated to uncovering and guessing what exactly went on at Nightshade, but they were thus far unsuccessful. You had no idea why you thought you were going to be the one to figure it out, but you were determined.
Jungkook leaned back and sighed. You chewed on your lip, watching as he leveled his gaze at you. You shifted nervously under his stare, unable to read his expression. Your heart and stomach fluttered- for reasons completely unrelated to knowing he was going to question you.
âI think you should turn in your paper without the investigation on the end,â Jungkook said finally. âYouâre not an investigative journalist. Your class is about folklore and where it intersects with history, and I think youâve done that. Youâve combined science, popular legends and historical documents and family trees to support your guess. I think thatâs enough.â
âIt isnât,â you insist, shaking your head. âItâs a competitive job. Namjoon only started working there last year after his massive discovery in Egypt. This company- itâs the private sector, which means a lot of benefits and a lot of money. It would send me all over the world and give me assignments Iâd never get at a museum or as a professor.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âYour paper is good enough to get you in.â
âItâs not. What happens when they ask if I discovered what was at the club?â
âThis is for a company that specializes in archaeology and history. Theyâre not Buzzfeed Unsolved.â
âIt would demonstrate a lack of dedication for me not to do this.â
âHow? Youâre pulling from multiple types of sources and the Center for Disease Control for crying out loud! What about this fucking club is that important to a historical paper?â
âI need to know if Iâm right!â
You shout it at Jungkook, making him flinch. You close your eyes and heave a sigh, running a hand over your face. You soften as you murmur, âWhat is the point of the paper if there isnât an answer?â
âSo thatâs what itâs about. Proving youâre right. And if youâre wrong?â You shrug. âAt the end of the day, this is folklore. You applied science and history, but⊠vampires, Indy?â
A sour feeling enters your stomach. You stand up and begin cleaning and Jungkook groans, knowing heâs upset you. You donât care if he knows. You stomp to the kitchen, chucking the crumbs into the trash and shoving dishes into the sink. Youâre cleaning and refusing to look at him as he calls your name from the couch.
You know the idea of vampires is⊠ridiculous. In reality, you know that your little club is laughed at. Ridiculed. No one takes is seriously. They wonât even let you rent a room in the library proper.
Your throat tightens as you fight the urge to cry. You donât want to cry in front of Jungkook, especially over something so stupid. But being right is more than just⊠having put together a convoluted puzzle piece. It means your worth of a prestigious job and it means⊠well it means the museums you already applied to and failed to get in were wrong about you.
âTalk to me.â You flinch, not realizing Jungkook moved to the kitchen. Heâs standing right behind you when you glance over your shoulder. You turn away and rub your face quickly on your shoulder, trying to hide that a tear escapes. âFuck, I didnât mean to make you cry.â
âIâm not crying, Jeon.â
You hear him laugh. âOkay, well I didnât mean to make you upset.â
When you donât answer, trying to stop the burn in your eyes and the weight of the rejections, Jungkook steps forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezeing You place your hands on his arms and squeeze back, knowing he didnât mean to hurt your feelings.
âIâm sorry, Indy,â he whispers, his voice sincere. âI just care about you and even if we donât find vampires, something about this place and Kim Taehyung gives me the creeps.â
âWe?â You sniff, laughing slightly.
âOf course. You didnât think you were going alone, did you?â He squeezes and places his chin on your shoulder. âIndiana Jones always had a sidekick. Sidekick Jeon Jungkook reporting for duty.â
A few minutes pass in the kitchen with Jungkook just holding you. And you let him. Heâs warm and he smells floral, making you smile as he sways you back and forth a bit. You melt into him. You want to stay like that far more than you should.
Just when your nervous itâs going to get awkward, you murmur, âI didnât get the apprenticeship at The Metropolitan or Louvre. They said that I didnât stand out enough.â
âOh, IndyâŠâ
âAnd I donât blame them. My projects and papers have been basic. Organized. Perfectly executed but⊠there is nothing special about them. Nothing special about me.â
âThat isnât true at all.â
The vehemence he states this leaves no room for argument, drawing a smile from you. He settles back on your shoulder as you murmur, âI just⊠want to do something different. Step out of my comfort zone, you know? I just want to be special.â
âYou are to me, if that counts.â
Fuck. It counts so much more than Jungkook realizes. Every time he shows up to a club that he doesnât have to be a part of, every time he brings you pizza, or lets you come watch him stream, or he talks you through an anime you donât quite understand- you do feel special with Jungkook. Maybe not in the way you want most, but in a way that counts.
Jungkook sighs, pulling you from your thoughts. âJimin said Jin can get you in, but thereâs a shit ton of applications and documentation we have to do.â
You spin around. He drops his embrace, chewing the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you. Your heart skips as you grab his arms, nails digging in. âSeriously? Just like that?â
He laughs without humor. âJin said that he can submit an application on our behalf. Not that it would get accepted and Indy⊠itâs pretty intense. We have to have background checks, blood tests-â
âBlood tests?â
He grimaces. âI knew youâd fixate on that.â
You ignore him. âThis is perfect. It just lends itself to my paper. Who needs a blood test to get into a nightclub? There has to be something theyâre looking for- maybe ensuring thereâs no disease or latent vampire genes? This is great! Jungkook this is great.â
He winces but mutters, âYeah. I guess.â
-
Jungkook exaggerates about a lot of things. For example, there was one time during Halloween where he swore that he was so drunk that he was going to die. Instead, he vomited in your Luna backpack two blocks away from your apartment, and then cried because you wouldnât get him tacos after.
Or there was the time around Christmas where the two of you had edibles at a party, and Jungkook fucking swore he saw Santa Claus and his reindeer. You had a pretty difficult time explaining whilst high out of your mind that it was an airplane, Jungkook. The things that fly in the sky.
And of course, every world-ending time he lost a match or had a bad stream. Those were the days that the sky was falling and he was never going to recover from this financially- and he would send you the same Tiger King meme over and over again.
Those were all great examples of his usual reaction to minor things.
Jungkook was not exaggerating about the application requirements to potentially become a member at Nightshade.
While they did not require any up-front cost to the application, there was cost implied by the amount of blood work you had to get done- and sign a twelve-page legal agreement that you were consenting to provide medical history and knowledge.
Additionally, you were expected to provide STD results, which led you down a rabbit hole of wondering if Nightshade was a sex club- which, was currently in the lead for the most popular theory of what went on behind its closed doors.
And when the formal invitation and approval arrived, there was a very strict list of attire that required you to go beyond the realms of your closet.
Mari of all people was assisting you in the attire part. You generalyl dressed pretty simple. Heels werenât a necessity when you werenât working at a fancy museum just yet, and you never had formal events to attend since Jimin dropped out of his fraternity, calling them boring.
âI think the velvet is the way to go,â Mari says appreciatively, tapping her chin. âYou have great legs, may as well show them off. And the red doesnât totally wash you out like the green did.â
You struggle to take the compliment and look at the dress in the mirror. Itâs skin tight and leaves little to the imagination, the hemline coming higher up on your thigh than youâre used to. The off the shoulders are a smooth fit, but the neckline dips dangerously to the top of your breasts.
Itâs far more daring than anything youâve worn before, but the entire night is supposed to be daring.
The plan is simple and stupid. Get inside the club, observe whatâs going on, and report if thereâs anything vampy. According to the nondisclosure and legal agreements you had to sign and get notarized after approval, thereâs a probationary period until your inducted as a full-time member. You skipped over the levels of sponsorships, not intending on becoming a steady member of Kim Taehyungâs possible sex club.
A single night of investigative work. Thatâs what youâve promised Jungkook, who is still set on going with you. He even booked a night in a hotel room in the next city over so that you donât have to worry about rushing there and back.
You try not to think about sharing a hotel room with him alone. Because while youâve done that in the past, itâs different now. You feel different these days.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn to Mari. Sheâs been more interested in you as a person since presenting the paper. Though she hasnât admitted to it, you have a sneaking suspicion she was impressed and has decided to give you a chance at being an acquaintance.
Even if she is still giving less than ideal compliments.
âYou look hot.â She shrugs. âWell, if you donât get a vampire to go all âI vant to suck your blood,â youâre probably going to get laid. If not by Jungkook, maybe by some masked stranger at the sex club.â
âItâs not a sex club.â She gives you a look and you grimace. âOkay, it might be a sex club. And sex with Jungkook are you drunk? Weâre best friends, Mari.â
âYeah,â she mutters as you walk into the changing room, heart set on the dress. âBest friends who need to fuck.â
âI heard that!â
-
The red neon above the door taunts you as you walk down the sidewalk. On either side of the tinted, glass door is a security member. The one to the right of the door holds his hand out for your invitation. You hand yours over, trying to keep your hand from shaking with nervousness and excitement. Jungkook does the same, standing close behind you as they open the door to a dark hallway.Â
Scarlet, crushed velvet makes up the interior of the hallway. The lights above are dimly lit chandeliers, the soft gold glow barely enough to cast light down the entire length of the hall. The line to get into the actual club starts here, hidden away from the eyes of the outside world. You realize itâs to keep member identities hidden.Â
Jungkook is still close behind you, his chest almost against your back. You join the line of finely dressed patrons, sending a silent thank you to Mari for her making you choose the red dress and pair it with the sky-high heels. Jungkook sticks out in his leather jacket and ripped black pants and yet somehow when you turn to look at him, he looks right- though youâre not entirely sure about dress code.
Shadows fall over half of his face in the hall. You find yourself staring at him over your shoulder as his dark eyes scan the line, mouth fixed in what you label as his serious expression.
A lock of dark hair falls into his eyes. Instead of looking disheveled, he looks beautiful, an angel of shadow. You want to run your fingers along the recently shaved undercut. His hair was still long, but the sides were cropped short, making his choice of slick-backed hair even better.
Jungkookâs eyes drop down to you and his features smooth out into softness. âWhat?â
âYou look so serious,â you opt to say. It would be weird if you told him you were staring at how beautiful he was. âYou didnât have to come.â
âOf course I did,â he answers, frowning. âWho else is going to protect my girl?âÂ
The way he says it is so casual. It means nothing to him and everything to you. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, instead turning your attention to the pictures on the wall. Your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you realize the black-and-white photos are people caught in different throes and moments of pleasure.
You divert your eyes to instead look at the people in line.
Itâs a wide variety of people, though one thing is the same: everyone has an invitation, the matte black of their cards absorbing the light in the hall. The couple in front of you is murmuring quietly to themselves. The woman is dressed in a floor-length, emerald dress made from silk, her hair twisted up in an elegant bun. Her earrings catch the light, drawing attention to her slender neck.Â
Glancing down at yourself, you donât feel nearly as well-dressed. The velvet dress clings to you like a second skin, the hemline dangerously short for you. Itâs certainly a daring outfit, but with just a simple gold necklace around your neck with your birthstone- a gift from Jungkook- you start to feel out of place.Â
As though he senses your uneasiness, Jungkook bends down and murmurs, âYou okay?â
âYeah. Just wish I looked a little nicer.â
The line moves forward. Youâre three away from the door, heart rate kicking up. You can just barely hear the vibration of the music, though you cannot tell where itâs coming from.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you hear the frown in Jungkookâs voice. You gesture to the woman in front of you and he scoffs. âI think you look absolutely beautiful. Hey- look at me.â
Heart skipping, you turn around and look at him. Jungkook brushes a loose strand of hair back into your French twist, eyes searching. Heâs so painfully beautiful that you look at him, unblinking. âYouâre always breathtaking,â Jungkook murmurs, smiling softly. âBut tonight? You are devastating.âÂ
Jungkook has no idea the way his words affect you. Suddenly youâve forgotten about the line and the club. Itâs just you and Jungkook in a softly-lit space, and heâs watching you with those eyes and his soft smile. The one reserved only for you.
The moment breaks into pieces when the security guard asks you to move forward. In a daze, you hand him your invitation, your expensive medical results, legal forms, and two forms of ID. He runs the IDs through a scanner and thoroughly looks over the paperwork before asking you to hold out your wrist. He places a delicate, gold bracelet around your wrist with a red gemstone charm.Â
âWelcome to Nightshade, Miss L/N.â
You step forward and watch as he repeats the process for Jungkook. Instead of a bracelet, he gives Jungkook a more visible lapel with the same stone. âWelcome to Nightshade, Mr. Jeon. Please ensure that your bracelet and brooch are displayed at all times. If you are warned more than once that it is not visible, you will be escorted out and your probation period will be revoked. You will wear this entry level color until a sponsor elevates your membership.âÂ
âOh,â you breathe out. âOkay.â
âSponsors are the members inside wearing mother of pearl broaches and bracelets, and are the only members who may invite you to a private room tonight. If any full-time member wearing emerald or sapphire invite you to a private room, please report them to any staff member immediately. Enjoy your night.â
The conversation is done and the line is pushing you through the curtained doorway. The stairs lead down down down. You look at Jungkook, unsure what youâve gotten yourself into. He places his hand on your shoulder and says, âWe can leave- thatâs totally okay.â
âNo,â you protest. âLetâs do this.âÂ
âEven if itâs a sex club?â
You shoot him a look as you begin a careful descent down the stairs. The further you go, the more you can feel the music humming through the ground to your ribcage. âEven if itâs a sex club.â
When another security guard opens the door to the main club, you think that maybe youâre not far off your guess. Music pulses from the middle of the dance floor where bodies twist in a writhing mass. Thereâs a DJ booth situated above the crowd on a catwalk, lights coalescing on the dance floor in colors youâve never seen.Â
Jungkook is attached to you as you push into the club. The air is cooler than you anticipated, a shiver working up your spine. The bar is near the door, long and carved from dark marble. Red lights are fixed beneath the bar counter, making it look as though the bartenders are gliding through a sea of red.Â
A set of stairs leads upstairs to a landing where you can see private booths roped off with velvet markers. A security member stands at the foot of the stairs, letting people pass through after they display their jewelry. Some booths are curtained off while others have people lounging openly, watching the people below.Â
You have no idea where to start. Jungkook nudges you on your lower back, starling you. He gives you an encouraging grin and nods toward the bar. âLetâs get drinks.â
With a nod, you let Jungkook lead the way. Youâre too nervous to feel anything besides light panic when he wraps his fingers around yours, tugging you along. Your other hand clutches his elbow, securing yourself to his side as you move through the crowd. No one shoves and steps on you. Everyone is polite, parting as you navigate toward the bar.Â
Youâre almost dizzy with the dark space and flashing lights when a bartender appears in front of you immediately. Heâs beautiful, blond hair slick back and uncanny amber eyes flicking between you two, smiling as he looks at the stones on your jewelry and shouts over the music, âWelcome first timers. You drink for free tonight, but please ensure you drink responsibly. What can I get you?âÂ
âAn old fashioned for me,â Jungkook answers loudly. He pulls you in closer, placing you next to him with his hand appropriately placed on your back. âA vodka soda for her, please.âÂ
The bartender flashes a smile. âComing right up, pretties.âÂ
Jungkook leans a single elbow on the bar and gazes out at the crowd. Colors splash across his golden skin, turning him red then blue then green. The music is loud, filled with bass and following a techno sound. You nod your head, looking around those at the bar.Â
You donât really know what to look for other than the cliche: bite marks on necks, hickies that look suspicious, patrons with fangs. Thereâs plenty of mirrors behind the bar, reflecting the bottles and club-goers back to you. Everyone appears in the mirror- no weird missing reflection.Â
Everyone looks ordinary, for the most part. There are a few men and women who look so beautiful itâs painful to look at, but thereâs nothing about them that screams vampire. Thereâs no pale, smooth skin or burning red eyes. Thereâs nothing that seems⊠supernatural at all.Â
The bartender appears again with your drinks. Jungkook hands over money to tip him, but the bartender waves it off. âNo tipping here. Weâre paid handsomely. Enjoy your evening. My name is Emil if you need anything.âÂ
Emil flashes a smile. There are no fangs, but there is something about the way he glances between the two of you that sends a cool tingle down your spine. He moves away quickly, taking another order. You stare at him a second longer before you take the cold glass from the paper coaster.Â
âSomething about him seems⊠off,â you mention to Jungkook.Â
Jungkook nods. âHeâs very perfect looking.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â Jungkook shrugs. âThis feels surprisingly ordinary.â
âCome on,â Jungkook murmurs, sipping his drink and gesturing to the edge of the dancefloor. A dark alcove with a soft, blue neon sign that said private glowed next to where he was pointing. âWe can observe near there.âÂ
It feels as if the dark hall leading to private rooms goes on forever. You glance down at it, hypnotized by the way the space seems void of light and life. You and Jungkook sip your drinks, swaying to the music lightly. You're surprised at how strong the drink is, feeling light-headed by the time youâre halfway done.Â
A woman comes up and asks Jungkook to dance, glancing at you from the side of her eyes. He politely declines and she pouts before she glances at you and slinks away again. Itâs hard not to smile at Jungkook as he turns his focus away from her immediately, dark eyes still searching the crowd.Â
Instead of observing for your own project, you keep watching him instead. Another woman comes up to spark conversation with him- she includes you this time, welcoming you to your first night there. She asks if you need any help and you fight the urge to ask her what itâs all about, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself.Â
The woman wears a green jewel- so she is some sort of level higher than you. Perhaps she has a sponsor. She eventually asks Jungkook to join her for a drink and he politely declines again. She has the same reaction as the first, pouting lightly as she vanishes.
You canât help but get a sick feeling in your stomach. You must be making a face, because Jungkook asks if youâre okay. âLetâs get a drink,â you respond. âI think Iâm still nervous.â
And you are. But the inky feeling doesnât go away when Jungkook is propositioned at the bar again- this time by a man. Heâs beautiful with dark red hair and stunning green eyes. He wears a sapphire, glittering on an extravagant broach on the lapel of his suit.Â
âYouâre an exquisite pair,â the man calls, leaning further on the bar to address you. âYou are the cutest thing Iâve ever seen- I could just eat you up.âÂ
Jungkook makes a face. The man notices and he smiles- his smile reminds you of the bartender and you prickle again, straightening. âAh, you donât share. What a shame. I love the dynamic you two have- the shadow to her light, the darkness to her innocence. Well, I am here most weekends if you ever change your mind and want to share.â He hands Jungkook a card. âHave a wonderful night.â
You donât know if itâs the base or your heartbeat pounding anymore. The way the man implied Jungkook doesnât share- share what? You?Â
In a way, you are his to share. He has no idea how much you are his. The thought of him not knowing as he sips his drink makes you toss yours back. He raises his eyebrows as you order another one, making it a double.Â
Jungkook came all the way here with you because heâs your friend. Your best friend. Because he never lets you suffer through things alone. And instead of doing what youâre supposed to for your project, youâre being painfully awkward and letting Jungkookâs many suitors make you jealous.Â
Finishing your drink with a half-gag and a spinning head, you pull his hand. âLetâs dance.â
âWe already did that.â
âNo. Letâs dance.â
Jungkook doesnât ask what you mean. He follows your lead, throwing back the whisky with a sour face. You drag him onto the dance floor. A buzz has settled into your veins and you pressed yourself between people, pulling Jungkook behind you. Youâre no stranger to dancing with him, but the music is in your bloodstream, humming as you become alive.
You sway your hips, tilting your head back and closing your eyes as you let rhythm and instinct guide you. Jungkook is quick to follow. He molds himself against you, hands tracing your hips to settle on your waist. Electricity shoots through you and you almost stumble. His fingers are firm, gripping you and pressing you to him so that you can feel his chest against your back.
This is different. You donât know why, but it is. You feel the artful movement of his hips, feel Jungkookâs break on the back of your neck and shoulder, the way his fingers pull at you, greedy. Your breath shudders out for you. You can smell his cologne- floral and soft on his skin. You donât know if itâs the cocktails or Jungkook against you, but youâre drunk and dizzy with elation.
Pulling at your hips, Jungkook turns you around. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes. He guides your hands to loop around his neck and settles his own hands dangerously low. Jungkook has never had his hands on the top of your ass before, but they are now. His forehead is almost pressed against yours as he takes the lead, guiding your hips with his.Â
Your thighs are burning but you donât care. The project has long been forgotten as his breath turns into yours. You fixate on his eyes, lips slowly curling into a smile. He grins back at you, pulling you closer, slotting a leg between your thighs and oh.Â
That is different. Jungkookâs jeans rub against your clothed core and you let out a sound that sounds like a moan. You snap your mouth shut, flushing from more than the heat on the dance floor. Jungkookâs grip on you tightens a fraction as he looks at you. And you know without a doubt that he heard it. That he knows the effect he has on you.
âWhat was that, baby?â
The name makes you flush. Heâs never called you that before. Suddenly he seems closer than he was and the urge to close the distance between your mouths is clawing at you. You twist your fingers in his shirt, ready to crush your lips to his in a sudden bout of courage- a presence appears in your peripheral, something ominous and demanding, making you look.
Your mouth almost falls open- or maybe it does. Standing beside you is one of the most beautiful people youâve ever seen, and you canât help but fixate on the man in front of you.Â
It finally dawns on you that this is what you picture when you hear about vampires. The man is tall with broad shoulders, his gold skin almost glowing beneath the dark collar of a button-up shirt. His hair is ebony, wavy strands falling into a pair of amber eyes that burn so brightly you feel as though youâll disintegrate on the spot.
Looking at him scrambles your brain. Something in his gaze is pulling pulling pulling. You stare and stare. Something is screaming at you to look away but youâre fixated, the world falling away piece by piece until there is nothing but muted sound of the music and a faded canvas of bodies behind the man in front of you.
He smiles. You know that smile. Itâs got the same edge to the bartender, the same sharpness as the man who gave Jungkook his card.
Jungkook.Â
You blind and the spell fades a little as you turn to look at Jungkook. His hands have moved from your waist to over your shoulders, crossing in front of you and hugging you to him. Heâs staring at the man, enchanted for a moment. Then he blinks and heâs frowning, muscles coiling against you.Â
âIâm Taehyung,â the man introduces, tawny eyes flicking between the two of you. You canât help but think he has the gaze of a tiger, hungry and feral. âArenât you two the most heavenly thing Iâve seen?â
Taehyung.
You realize itâs Kim Taehyung standing in front of you. The subject of your project and oh my god if you didnât believe in your theory before, you do now. Kim Taehyung looks the epitome of supernatural beauty and graze, eyes flickering back to you as his rose red lips twitch in a smile.Â
âCat got your tongue, pretty girl?â Taehyung purrs to you. People have made room for him to stand unbothered, but their eyes shift to him like a magnet.
âYouâre wearing diamond,â Jungkook notes, eyes fixated on the jewel settled in the hollow of Taehyungâs throat and the single glittering earring. Taehyung smiles at Jungkook, pleased. âYouâve got a keen eye. I am, in fact, wearing diamonds. Iâm the only member youâll find here who does, though. Unless Yoongi is around, of course.âÂ
The name Yoongi sounds vaguely familiar, but you canât recall where youâve heard of it. Taehyung doesnât give you a chance to ask, gesturing toward the dark alcove where the private rooms are. Your heart thunders.
âJoin me,â he says lightly. Something in his voice tells you itâs not a request, it's an order. His eyes drift to Jungkook, whose grip has tightened over you. âI play nice.â
âThe bouncer said only people with mother of pearl are allowed to invite us to private rooms.â
âGood girl, you listened.â Taehyung seems genuinely pleased by this, but you squirm at the way his voice croons. âAs your friend pointed out, Iâm wearing diamonds. The rules donât apply to me,â he winks.Â
Though Jungkook lets go of his protective hug, he doesnât let go of your hand. You cling to him a little unbalanced and drunk. He keeps a firm grip on you, looking down to make sure youâre okay. At least, you think thatâs why heâs looking at you and you nod, following Taehyung who has appeared on the other side of the dancefloor.Â
Weird. You donât remember seeing him walk there.Â
A shiver crawls up your spine as Taehyung steps into the pitch black of the hall. You pass through the threshold- your ears pop, making you wince. You open your mouth, stretching your jaw to adjust the pressure once again.Â
The hall isnât nearly as dark as you thought it was. The same velvet material lines the walls as the hall for the queue. There are no pictures, but metal sconces lighting the way with dull, gold light. Black doors with small plaques on them are lined on either side of you, varying from unoccupied to occupied.Â
Taehyung moves smoothly through the hall, passing all of the doors. You can hear nothing from any of the doors or behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, the hallway is dark as ever and no sound from the club reaches you.Â
âYou wonât find what youâre looking for the way we came, Y/N.â
Your heart freezes when he says your name. You didnât tell him your name. You turn to look at Taehyung. Heâs standing at the end of the hallway in front of a large, wooden door. There is nothing that labels the status of the doorâs occupants. You tighten your grip on Jungkookâs hand, suddenly hating yourself for coming here. To hell with your project, to hell with your theory. This was a terrible idea.
âFollow me,â Taehyung calls. He opens the door, walking into a dimly lit room.Â
You glance at Jungkook. His gaze is darker than you remember and his face is taught. âYouâre safe with me,â Jungkook murmurs. âHeâs not going to hurt you. Plus, this seems a bit theatric.â
âHe knows my name.â
âYou had to provide them a name and a blood test,â Jungkook points out. âIâm sure he would know your social security number, if you asked.â
The thought is unsettling, but Jungkookâs assurance for your safety warms you. Itâs not just the liquor you consumed heating you. Itâs the way he takes the lead, gently pulling you down the hall to the room where Taehyung vanished. Itâs the way he ducks his head in first before nodding that itâs okay for you to enter.Â
Itâs the way he called you baby right before Taehyung had interrupted whatever was happening on the dancefloor.Â
A lounge is what waits beyond the door for you. You arch your brow at how ornate and intimate the setting is. The floor is dark wood to match the small bar built in the back of the room. It smells like cigar smoke and spice. A record player in the corner plays soft jazz, setting the mood to match the soft chaise lounges, crackling fireplace and glittering sconces.Â
It looks like something out of an old 20s crawl space during prohibition. You canât help but let go of Jungkookâs hand and wander over to a shelf with books and knick-knacks, hands hovering over signed cards from Louis Armstrong and a stunning portrait of Ella Fitzgerald with a personal message to Taehyung.
You turn to look at him. Heâs leaning on the bar with a smirk, sipping on what appears to be whisky neat.Â
Your heart begins to thunder as you trail away from the mementos of a time that Taehyung seems to be fond of. As though he was there. As though he is intimately familiar with it. Jungkook only has eyes for you as you near him, offering his hand silently. You take it on instinct, though you were never really hand holders before.Â
âIâm a bit nostalgic,â Taehyung announces with a lofty sigh. He walks around behind the bar and tosses a mixing cup in the air before catching it. He starts to pull bottles from the shelves, glancing up at you with a distinct gleam in his eye. âI donât keep much of my prized possessions here, but it does help me feel at home.â
âAnd where is home for you?â Your surprised you ask the question, voice far more confident than you feel.
Taehyung appears delighted as he makes a drink and gestures to Jungkook. âYou were drinking an old fashioned, right? Sorry I didnât use the smoker, I have a feeling you wonât really care.â
Jungkook doesnât move. Taehyung arches a brow and produces another drink. âVodka soda,â he calls to you, mouth lifting in a crooked grin. âI insist. Drink.â
There is no fighting his words. You find yourself moving toward the bar without remembering to make the decision. Jungkook is in tow, walking slower than you, as though heâs not as confident with his decision to approach.
The glass cools off your fingers as you lift it from the varnished top, hesitating while Taehyung looks at you through his bangs. Youâre struck again by how intense his gaze is. He smiles slowly and something sparks inside of you- not the same way it does for Jungkook, but at a sudden wrongness.
You think it might be instinct, but you canât put the drink down. Youâre either unwilling or unable- you donât know which.
Taehyung lifts his own drink and murmurs, âSalude,â before sipping his, amber eyes bouncing between you and Jungkook.
Both of you sip the drink- except you donât just sip. You take a few gulps and set it back down, surprised at how much better his alcohol tastes than his bar.
âWhy donât you sit?â Taehyung gestures to the chase lounges. âYou have questions, donât you?â
âWhat do you mean?â
He pouts as he rounds the corner of the bar, walking over to you. Jungkook steps in front of you and Taehyung gives him a single annoyed glance. That single glance is enough to make you petrified.
In a single flash of emotion, you see something else in Taehyungâs face. Something cold and ancient and absolutely terrifying. Youâre locked into place as you blink at him, but heâs smiling as he pats Jungkook on the shoulder and moving to a chair of his own, plopping down.
âI admire how protective you are of your girl, Jungkook. Itâs admirable, really.â Taehyung sips his drinks as you and Jungkook stand frozen at the bar. A vein throbs in Jungkookâs neck as he stares at Taehyung, working his jaw. âHowever, if I wanted her, you couldnât stop me. Now sit.â
Again, the decision to sit down is not your own.
Jungkook almost sits you on top of him. Youâre sitting so close that your thigh almost overlaps his, a hand going tightly around your waist to tether you to him. You havenât forgotten the low sound of his voice when he called you baby and you certainly havenât forgotten the way his thigh felt between your legs.Â
You can barely concentrate on your fear with Jungkookâs fingers on your waist, burning through the fabric of your shirt like an exposed flame. You shiver. If he notices, he doesnât say anything, his focus entirely on Taehyung.Â
âYou have questions, do you not?â Taehyung asks, kicking his feet up on the edge of his chair. He looks at you specifically, eyes dancing behind the sparkling rim of his glass. âIâm intrigued.âÂ
âYou know us.â
âThatâs not a question. And if it was, youâre wasting the time Iâve carved out for you.â
You fidget next to Jungkook, plucking at the rising hemline of your dress. You stare at Taehyung, watching as his eyes dip to your exposed thigh. You fight the urge to cover yourself- Jungkook splays a hand over your thigh, covering most of it. You want to sigh in relief and thank him, but instead your focus goes back to Taehyung.Â
âWhy did you carve out time to let me ask questions?â You ask. âYou obviously know who I am and my intention of coming here. Iâm not sure how you managed, but you did.â
âGood girl, asking better questions already. Letâs just say I was intrigued. Letâs just say when Seokjin gave me the tip that someone was looking into me, I did my homework.â
You grit your teeth. Jimin had asked Seokjin to get you an in- he wasnât supposed to tell him what you were doing it for. You struggled with your momentary annoyance, realizing the danger that you were now in. You had come to Nightshade with the intention of breaking the NDA you signed and risking Taehyungâs clientele and business.Â
That wasnât nothing. And now he was watching you carefully as you struggled to come up with an answer.Â
âDonât be too hard on Jimin,â Taehyung purrs. âHe didnât tell Seokjin that you were doing research on vampires. Seokjin has⊠a sixth sense, if you will. He pulled the information from Jiminâs mind, just sitting there for the taking.â Taehyung leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head to the side. âTell me about your research.â
Again, the urge to tell him doesnât come from yourself. It comes from somewhere else, a strong sense of powerlessness along with it.Â
So you tell him about your research. Every detail, starting with what turned you onto the subject and where you started. Jungkookâs pressure on your thigh increases as you speak, his eyes never leaving Taehyung for a moment. Heâs so still that you almost forget he is there as you ramble, discussing Taehyungâs family tree and the journal entries that pointed you in the direction of what you believe is a third strain of vampirism.Â
Taehyung is a good listener- or at least, he mimes listening well. He nods in all of the right places and hums when appropriate, even complimenting you throughout your explanation, which is the most unsettling. You hate how sincere and curious he seems. Itâs almost as though he is fascinated at watching a child figure something out.
When you finish, Taehyung sits back, arm resting along the length of the couch. You notice the rings on his fingers. They look old. You can barely make out a signet ring and something that looks like a family crest.
Taehyung catches you looking and grins, flashing his hand at you. âYou really are the cleverest little thing, arenât you? You managed to put together a mostly accurate theory about strains of vampirism and you must realize by now what parts of your theories are correct.â
You lick your lips. Your mouth feels dry as you nod. âYou must have arrived in New Orleans like the document suggests. You haveâŠâ you gesture around. âA lot of influence from that period and a love for the culture and music. You pushed out the vampires there.âÂ
Taehyung hums, setting his chin in his palm. âI did push them out. I donât have any love for the strigoi. What you believe are strains arenât strains at all- theyâre breeds. But you had the right idea- congratulations.âÂ
âSo⊠youâre a vampire?â you ask softly. Any excitement you have is gone. Taehyung looks lethal and you realize that if he doesnât intend to let you walk out, there is nothing you can do.
Youâre fucked.Â
âFor lack of a better term. Technically a jiangshi. I can walk in the sunlight, though it is a little irritating. I drink blood to survive. I donât age. And I have a certain influence over people.â
âCompulsion,â Jungkook offers.
You're surprised he speaks. Heâs been painfully silent the entire time. Taehyung looks just as surprised, a boxy smile spreading across his face. âOh? You know a thing or two about it?â
Jungkook grimaces and gestures to you half-heartedly. âShe likes watching vampire diaries.â
You go red in the face and push onwards, âThatâs why when you told us to drink, we couldnât resist. Or when you told us to sit.âÂ
âThatâs true. I donât like forcing people to do things, but the two of you are incredibly stubborn. But come on, darling. Please ask me something interesting.â
âWhy? Youâre not going to let me report what I find here.â
âNo, but consider that Iâm having fun and I havenât been able to talk to anyone about what I am for a very long time. Though this club was established for the vampires that are around to feed in privacy, most of the humans who consent to being here for long periods of time come back because of the euphoria and high they get from being fed on. While theyâre somewhat aware of whatâs happening, we compel them to forget most details.â
âThat seems incredibly non-consensual.â
âNot at all- theyâve signed plenty of papers consenting to what happens here. We only make them for get the supernatural part- many of them know theyâre sharing blood- but the exchange is remembered often in a sexual nature. The people who frequent here are one-hundred percent here of their own desire and volition.âÂ
âAnd you want to answer the questions I have because itâs entertaining to you. Not because of any desire to let me finish my project.â
His grin was feline. âThat would be correct.â
You glare. âI have no more questions.âÂ
For a moment, Taehyung just stares at you, eyes sharp. The next second, heâs laughing boisterously, the sound filling the room. His hand goes to his abdomen, pressing against his crisp shirt as he continues to laugh. You stiffen beside Jungkook and dig your nails into the chaise, knowing that heâs laughing at you and not with you.
Temper flaring, you stand abruptly, Jungkookâs hand falling from your leg. The rejection from your favorite museums is still burning in your mind. You feel the same hot embarrassment that drove you to tears with Jungkook in your kitchen.Â
Taehyung's voice is like thunder when he says, âSit.âÂ
You immediately follow, gnashing your teeth as you try to fight his stupid compulsion. âAsk me the questions you had before coming here.âÂ
Your mouth works over the words. There is an ache in your jaw as you clench your teeth together, feeling a strain working its way up your throat. Taehyung smirks and murmurs, âYouâll kill yourself fighting compulsion. Please donât make me use my leer.â
Though you have no idea what his leer is, you let out a strangled breath. âWhere did vampires originate from?â
âEgypt. The daughter of the goddess Sekhmet was sent to our plane to slaughter the Egyptians for their constant disobedience and disrespect of Ra. She produced offspring while she ravaged Ancient Egypt. Sekhmet was imprisoned in the city of the dead- I believe your friend Namjoon is acutely familiar with her.âÂ
That takes you by surprise. What would⊠you gasp lightly. Namjoon had come home after a harrowing research trip in Egypt. He had promptly quit his job at the school and joined the private acquisition company that specialized in ancient artifacts and history.Â
âIs Namjoon a vampire?â you blurt, unable to help the question.
âNo. He got lucky that his little tomb raider friend was versed beyond normal means in the supernatural. I believe youâre familiar with her branch of the Illuminatiâs recovery business.âÂ
âT-the acquisition place Namjoon works at is a part of the Illuminati?â
âWeâre going off track,â Taehyung sighs breezily. âPlease focus and go back to asking questions for your paper.âÂ
âYou mean questions about you?â You scoff. âYouâre painfully cliche.â
Jungkook brushes his fingers on your arm in warning and murmurs, âI got it.â
Youâre unsure what he means but he sits forward, glare on his face. âHow many breeds of vampires are there and what- in a summary, please- is the difference between them?â
âOh?â Taehyung turns his attention to Jungkook. âYouâre not a history major.â
âHer research is important to me and I know it inside and out. Answer the questions.â
âI come from an ancient line that can stretch our heritage back to pre-dynastic China. The Mongol Empire drove my kind throughout regions of Asia. I was born in what is now considered South Korea. The differences between vampiric creatures are typically abilities and background, nothing more. The family trees youâve mentioned in your research are not family trees by blood, but by turning. We share names as a part of our heritage and power.âÂ
âWhat do you mean, abilities?âÂ
âJust like different snakes have different types of venom and skin, vampires have different attributes. Iâm not dead, though that might be hard to believe. Immortality and being alive are not mutually exclusive.â
âHow does one make vampires?â
âThe surest way is by consuming the blood of one. Contrary to popular belief, you donât need to die to turn. Vampire blood contains a virus-like component that your blood cells will attack once it enters the stream. The moment your blood cells attack the vampire-cells, theyâre infected and replaced with the same genetic material that makes up vampiric plasma.âÂ
âI said simple,â Jungkook mutters. âSo itâs a virus?â
âIt works like a virus and it can spread through blood contamination, but it is a crude way to identify the gene. Think of it as genetic material.âÂ
âSo the plague?â You ask.
âNot the cause of vampires, but rather- people shared blood hoping that it would give immortality and healing abilities. Hence the massive spread of disease. The vampires youâve identified in the Dracul bloodline are associated with what youâve called porphyria- the disease gave them more mobility to openly interact with people during the plague.âÂ
âAnother breed?âÂ
âYes, the Upir,â he sighs. âSimilar to strigoi. They come from the same region and have the same sensitivity in sunlight. Their blood has a thermal reaction to UV rays, so while they wonât burst into flames, they do get a mean sunburn faster than most people. They also tend to have blood lust far more than Iâve experienced.â
âWhatâs roughly the size of the population of vampires?âÂ
For the first time that night, Taehyung shows genuine emotion. Itâs brief, but you recognize pain flashing across his eyes, the twitch of his mouth toward a frown and the way his nose flares. You know the answer before he says it.Â
âNot many. At our height, there were probably around ten different breeds. Now? Thereâs two. Jiangshi and the strigoi.âÂ
âWhy?â
Taehyung gestured to the room around them. âThere are almost no places in the world like this. What you see here is years of work and methodical planning to come up with a way for my people to feed safely. There is too much science and technology in the world for us to thrive without getting caught. And like I say- vampires arenât born. Theyâre made.â
âGetting caught?â Jungkook asks, brows furrowing. âAre there like- hunters or something?â
Taehyungâs smile is strained. âThere are those who know we exist, and who would prefer for us not to exist.â He claps his hands together, rubbing his palms together softly. You realize that the fireplace is dying and your glass has long been finished. âThis has been nice. Thank you both for indulging in some discussion, itâs been so nice to talk freely with such curious minds. Perhaps we can do it again sometime.â
âWait?â You ask, shooting to your feet. âYouâre just letting us go?â
âOf course. Iâve collected my insurance. Youâre not going to go running your mouth once your boyfriend turns.â
Itâs not Taehyung calling Jungkook your boyfriend that makes your heart catch. In fact, you hardly gesture that. Itâs the self-satisfied smirk on Taehyungâs rose-red lips as he stands languidly, lifting his glass filled with amber liquid toward Jungkook before he downs it, strolling to the bar.
Jungkook is fixed in his spot, face sheet-white and eyes round as he stares at Taehyung. His knuckles are white as he holds his glass. His hands are shaking- thereâs nothing left in the glass, the old fashioned drained dry.
Slowly, Jungkookâs eyes dip down to the glass before they drag back up to look at you. Youâre frozen in mute horror, mouth parting lightly as Taehyungâs words settled into place, locking onto your shoulders and pressing with more weight than youâve ever felt.
âYouâre lying,â you growl, spinning to face Taehyung. You can feel the tremor in your voice and your hands.
You never expected Taehyung to answer your questions so succinctly without something being in it for you. You wouldnât have asked the questions at all, had he not compelled you to do so.
Thereâs no way someone as carefully planned as Taehyung turned Jungkook on a whim. Your brain begins firing synapses, putting together reasons that Taehyung wouldnât turn Jungkook. His entire club is built on the foundation of secrecy and he said it himself- years of planning.
So why turn Jungkook?
Taehyung leans on his elbows against the bar lazily, looking like the cat who ate the canary. âIâm not.â
âWhat do you get out of turning him?â You demanded. âThereâs nothing. You wouldnât-â
âI get your vow of secrecy for starters. I wonât help him during his transition if you run your mouth. Additionally, you seem to be a prime candidate for the open position your friend Namjoon has created at the Illuminati.â
âYou want access.â
He lifts a shoulder. âMaybe I do.â
âYouâre a vampire,â you spit between your teeth. âCompel them.â
âThey know all about me, Iâm afraid. Despite Yoongiâs influence with them, the Iluminati donât like me.â His smile is predatory. âTheyâre not particularly fond of my involvement in stealing one of their artifacts.â
Taehyung gestures to Jungkook and says, âI will happily protect the little fledging provided your word you talk to no one about this place and that you provide research when I call on you. Yoongi is not nearly as dedicated to my projects as I need him to be and his loyalty cannot be bought. Yours can.â
âY/N,â Jungkook murmurs.
Youâre not thinking. Nothing makes sense and nothing matters. You see red on the edge of your vision and you hardly register your arm moving as you throw your glass at Taehyung. It surprises the vampire, based on his wide eyes. But he moves quickly, a blur of movement as the glass shatters against bottles behind the bar.
A horrible scream rips out of you, obscenities new and old as you leap over the coffee table with more agility than you expect. Taehyung grins wider as you behind to throw whatever you can at him, screaming at him to undo what heâs done.
What heâs done to Jungkook. Not you.
Nothing has been done to you for your prying. For your need to come here. For dragging Jungkook along.
Something horrible and terrifying is working its way through you and you feel the tears in your eyes as your rage peters out with a choke.
Guilt crashes on you so succinctly that you collapse on the chair, face in your hands as your tears spill over, hot on your palms and salty on your lips. âFuck,â you whisper. âFuck fuck fuck.â
âIâll leave you two to it,â Taehyung announces, vanishing from the room.
You lift your head to see Jungkook is still standing in his spot. âJungkook,â you plead, though you donât know what youâre pleading for exactly. âThis is my fault. I will find a way to fix this, Jungkook I am so sorry. Fuck this is all my fault, please, I-â
âY/n.â
âI am so fucking stupid. I should have never brought us here. You were right, this wasnât worth being right and I am a selfish, prideful idiot who-â
âY/N,â he says your name again, softly but with purpose. You look at him through tear-stained eyes. âLetâs just go home.â
âIâŠâ
Jungkook softens. âWe donât even know if heâs telling the truth, Indy. I donât feel any different. The drink didnât taste weird. Come on.â He holds out a hand. You drift to him, fingers yearning for his as you stretch your hand and lace your fingers with his. He gives you a squeeze and a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. âEverything is going to be okay.â
-
Nothing is okay. A few days ago, you woke up to an empty hotel room in a city an hour away from home. You canât remember falling asleep, spending the entire night stressing and looking for any signs of vampirism as the night stretched on, but Jungkook was fine. He was normal- albeit, nervous and tired.
Then the morning came. You had launched out of your bed to⊠nothing. Jungkook was nowhere to be found. His things were in his room, but his cell was gone and his clothes from the night before were folded on the dresser. You even went as far as to extending your stay another night, spending every moment calling and texting him.
That night, you had gone back to the club. Tear-stained and with bloodshot eyes, you marched up to the nondescript building, only to be turned away at the door. The bouncer wouldnât answer your questions. Didnât even blink when you gave him Taehyungâs name and threatened to go to the police.
He had simply said, âYou should go to the police if you think your friend is missing. Have a good night.â
Every phone call, text and voicemail went unanswered into the late night. You donât remember crying more than you had that entire day, worried to the point of making yourself physically ill, only finding comfort in the cool tile floor beneath your bruised knees and the cold touch of the toilet as you sagged against it.
You had to return home eventually. So you did. Dodging the text messages of your friends. Making excuses.
We found nothing you assured them with unsteady hands, sniffling in the dark of your room. We did get a little sick, though. Jungkook has a fever.
No we donât need anything.
Iâm just going to take that part out of my research.
No you canât come over.
Yes you can send me the notes for class.
Sitting in the dark of your living room, the silence presses in. You look at your text thread with Jungkook. Everything is burned into your mind with startling permanence.
The internet is no longer comforting. You scour the internet and pour yourself over every article you can find. Your search history looks like you should check yourself into a mental ward. Signs of vampirism. How do you know if youâre a vampire? Cures to vampirism.
You revisit your research and begin a new project. You comb through the genetic findings and family trees, wondering if you missed something. Taehyung had said that vampirism was like a virus- plenty of viruses could be cured. So why not vampirism?
ÂTakeout cartons are piling on your counter and the sink smells something awful. You donât take the time to clean- you have a single mission. Something stops you from calling the police- you know they wonât believe you and Taehyungâs threat⊠it holds sway over you.
Your searches and notes are littered- no, consumed with ways to kill a vampire.
Itâs the thought of sticking a stake through Kim Taehyung that has you sitting in the living room in the dark, eyes burning. You scroll through the texts- youâve sent over 100. Each one goes unanswered, but theyâre delivered. Which counts for something, you think. It means Jungkookâs phone is on and even though he isnât answering⊠heâs alive.
The thought that perhaps itâs about you occurs. You realize that maybe⊠maybe Jungkook doesnât want to talk to you. Maybe this is real, and Taehyung did something horrible to him by turning him into a creature of legend and Jungkook rightfully blames you.
Itâs fair. Itâs whatâs right.
You swallow past the lump in your throat but the tears break free anyway. Youâre tired of crying but you canât seem to find a way to stop. Jungkook is gone and you miss him.
The hole his lack of presence creates is pronounced and dangerous. For the last few years, the thought of you and Jungkook not being you and Jungkook had never occurred to you. You did everything together and nothing else⊠nothing else was like what you have.
What you had.
There are no updates on Jungkookâs streams. There are comments on social media and his YouTube page asking where heâs gone and why he isnât streaming. You scour through them, hoping that maybe heâs logged in to look at comments or to tell people heâs taking a break.
But thereâs nothing.
And itâs like Jungkook doesnât exist anymore.
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Something in your kitchen wakes you up. Youâve taken to not sleeping in your room- not a meaningful decision, but one driven by falling asleep on the couch crying or researching. Nights driven watching Jungkookâs favorite shows while staring at your phone.
Rubbing your eyes, you look around the room, eyes darting to the kitchen. At first, nothing looks different. The room is pitch black, your laptop dead with the cord unplugged. Someone in the parking lot drives by, lights flashing in your first-floor unit and-
A figure is standing in your kitchen. Your heart pitches to your stomach so violently that you feel like you might launch into a cardiac episode. A scream works its way up your throat and lodges itself there, unable to be set free.
Youâve never felt terror like this in your life.
And then the light over your stove flicks on, revealing Jungkook standing in your kitchen.
Your breath gets stuck for a new reason entirely. His hair is damp and hanging in his face. Heâs in a giant t-shirt and sweats, his normal casual wear. Your heart begins pounding in your chest as you jump to your feet, ready to launch yourself at him.
âPlease stay there,â he almost whispers. You stop moving. âI⊠just stay there.â
âJungkook.â His name is soft and teary in your mouth. âAre you okay? Please tell me what you need.â
âJust need you to stay there I can⊠smell you.â
You inhale sharply and nod. You open and close your mouth. There are so many questions you want to ask but you shove them to the side. You just want to hug him and to ask what he needs you to do. You donât care where he has been, you just want to know that heâs okay and help him. To fix whatever is broken.
To say sorry.
âTell me what to do,â you murmur. âTell me how to make this right.â
âI donât know, but please donât blame yourself.â
You break. You feel the seams rip loose as you collapse in on yourself and begin to weep in earnest. You just want to go back to the way things were. Before you ruined it. Before whatever⊠whatever was happening now.
Itâs not fair that youâre crying. Youâre not the one who has gone through hell and back- well you have, but it feels selfish. Why are you the one crying when Jungkook- perhaps a vampire- is standing in your kitchen looking lost. More lost than heâs ever looked.
âIâm sorry,â you croak, violently wiping your face. âItâs selfish of me to cry. I have no right to be crying.â
âIndy, itâs okay to cry.â
You shake your head. âI did this, Jungkook.â You bite your lip and nod as you think about it. âI wanted so badly to be right, to make myself feel important. I was⊠I was too obsessed with trying to prove something new to myself, as if it would make me feel better about the museum rejections.â
He drifts forward, soundless. âThereâs nothing wrong with that.â
âThere is when it results in whatever has happened here. I missed you in a way I donât know how to describe. I donât know- I donât know what happened to you but itâs my fault and Iâm sorry.â
âI voluntarily went with you,â Jungkook says firmly. âIn fact, the hotel room was in my name.â
âBut you went because of me, because you supported me and IâŠâ You shrug. âI wasnât punished for my vanity and youâre⊠I donât even know.â
On instinct, you stand up and step toward him. You canât help but seek his comfort and to comfort him in return. What you donât expect is the snarl that ripples through him, vibrating every dish in your cabinet.
âDonât come near me,â he hisses, eyes narrowed.
You startle, gasping and skittering backward as your hand flies to your mouth to hide the sound coming out of you. Jungkookâs eyes flash silver in the dark, like a predator whose eyes have been exposed to light.
A scream threatens to break through and a gross terror slides into your mind unbidden- is Jungkook there to kill you for what youâve done?
It is both ridiculous and firm in your mind, taking root as you step back unsteadily.
âNo,â Jungkook whispers, voice something like pleading. âPlease donât do that. Please donât⊠please.â
Youâre unsure what heâs asking, but you can see him better with the kitchen light on and he looks⊠defeated. His bottom lip wobbles and his eyes are round- no longer narrowed the way you saw them a moment before. No dangerous flash. Just brown, and just⊠Jungkook.
âIâm sorry.â You shake your head because you donât know how to form words. You donât want him to apologize, but you donât know how to shape the words through your fear. âIâm sorry that I came here, but I wanted to see you. I didnât know you would⊠smell so good and I⊠I scared you. Taehyung told me not to come here- told me it might be too tempting but I did anyways.â
âYou donât understand,â he continues, unbidden. âYou fell asleep in the hotel room that night and something happened to me. You always smell good but you smelled even better and then I could hear the soft pulse in your neck⊠your heart beat. It sang every song I ever wanted to hear and there was a brief moment where I⊠where I thought it wouldnât be so bad, if I just tasted you.â
Jungkook looks at the floor, eyebrows pinched and fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt, hands unable to keep still. âIt was the worst moment of my life,â he whispers. âFor a split second, I thought- what would stop me from leaning down and taking what I wanted? What Iâve always wanted? So I left. I had to leave. I found Taehyung and he kept his word.â
âHeâs helping you?â
âYeah. Heâs not⊠terrible, despite what heâs done to me. I donât like him, but heâs helping. Didnât want me to see you, though. Thought I mightâŠâ
He trails off. You know what he was going to say. Taehyung thought that Jungkook might kill you. Because he now drinks blood for a living, and because you smell nice.
Jungkook takes a step forward and you take one back. He looks at you and lets out something that sounds like a whine, a soft sound that is so desperate you almost run to him and throw yourself into his arms, danger be damned. You want to.
But keep keeps you rooted as a million emotions flit across his face.
Jungkook has always been intense when heâs upset, but this is like nothing youâve ever seen before. Heâs standing in the dark of your kitchen, but his eyes almost glow. Headlights in the parking lot flash by your window briefly again, lighting his eyes up like white beacons of fire. You take a step back and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, needy like a whimper.
âPlease donât be afraid of me,â Jungkook whispers.Â
Of course youâre afraid. You havenât seen him in days and he manifested in your kitchen like a shadow. He looks like your best friend and he sounds like your best friend, but heâs altogether different. Thereâs an edge to him as he soundlessly moves across the kitchen, tentative steps to you. He makes no sound, unusual for him.Â
But it's Jungkook. And the soft pleading in his dark eyes that you can just register in the dim light and the way he wavers at the threshold of the kitchen, watching and waiting for your consent⊠it makes you crack.Â
âIâm not,â you whisper.
âYou are.â You hear the tremor in his voice. âI can smell it on you- just like I can smell everything else. Youâre terrified of me and itâs my fault.âÂ
âJungkook-â
âI shouldnât be here.âÂ
He walks- no he glides to your door, moving with a grace that is more than just his usual, lithe steps. You bolt after him, reaching out to grab his arm as he reaches for the door. He reacts faster than your eyes can pick up the movement, wrapping a strong hand around your wrist and yanking you forward.
A sound of surprise laced with mild fears escapes you as he pins you against the hardwood door, caging you in as he steps forward. Your breath stutters as you look up at him, question dying on your lips as you really look at him.
Jungkookâs eyes are dark as midnight, but there is something glinting in them, sharp and shining. His hair hangs in his face and heâs breathing is shallow. His eyes are searching and burning and he presses a little bit closer to you and heâs warm warm warm. You shiver, despite the warmth and the smell of him- like rosewood and citrus, making your head dizzy.Â
Youâve always been close to Jungkook, always ignoring one anotherâs personal space. But this feels different. This feels hotter as his hands skate up your sides until he reaches all the way to your jaw, angling your face to him. Your pulse hammers under the pads of his finger, and you watch his focus shift from your face to your neck.
You canât see the little canines peeking behind his lush mouth. But you suspect that theyâre there, two little sharp points that could bite into the soft flesh of your neck. The fear you had moments ago is suddenly dulling, replaced with something else that burns in the pit of your stomach.Â
Everything you know about the fabric of the world has changed with him. And still⊠youâre pleading with him, murmuring, âDonât leave.â
âYou donât understand,â he murmurs, almost a growl. He presses his forehead to yours and you push toward him instinctually. Youâre drawn to him and your head is still spinning but you want nothing more in that moment for Jungkook to close the distance between you, to press his soft, pouty lips against yours. âIf I donât leave right now, I never will.â
âPlease donât,â you whisper. âPlease.âÂ
âBabyâŠâÂ
Jungkook has only ever called you that once. Your mind flashes to that night, the single time during your friendship that you thought you could be more. When the touches werenât familiar and they were intimate and you had been drowning in Jungkook. The night this all started, the night that Jungkookâs journey as⊠the word vampire sounds ridiculous and instead, you focus on the way he makes you feel.Â
The pet name licks a flame inside you and you bring your hands up to pull at his waist, suddenly greedy for the feel and the smell of him. Your fear is gone. âBite me, Jeon.â
Jungkook makes a sound that sounds close a moan and you echo it. Every emotion that changes his face pulls you in in in. Your fear is replaced with something headier- needier. You angle you head, exposing your neck.
âWill it help?â you whisper.
âHmm?â
He seems distracted and despite the rollercoaster of emotions, you smile. âFeeding,â you mumble. Your hands slide to his face, fingers delicately touching the bags under his eyes. âYou look so tired. I just want to help.â
âI havenât fed from a person.â
âHow⊠do you?â
âBlood bags, like Vampire Diaries. Sometimes in cups.â
You trace your fingertips along his cheek bones. Brushing dark strands from his face, you cup his cheeks softly, searching. Jungkook is still there- your Jungkook. Heâs reflected in his eyes, in the careful way he holds you and watches you.
âI trust you,â you whisper. What you really want to say is whatâs weighed on you throughout his entire absence: I love you.
You love him. You know you do. it burns dully right at the center of your chest, flaring into an inferno when he gives you a gentle nod and leans forward. You feel your heartbeat quicken, threatening to burst from your chest as you drop your hands to clutch at his shoulders.
Jungkookâs breath hits your neck and you moan deep in your throat again. He echoes the sound but its deeper as he hesitates, lips so close you can feel him breathing. You twist your fingers further in his shirt, pulling gently and you feel him smile as he chuckles nervously.
A breath gets stuck in your throat as Jungkook brushes his mouth against your pulse point, a ghost of a kiss. You canât help but shiver and his grip tightens on you. His name falls out of your lips in the soft voice. You feel it on your neck as he presses a firm kiss to your throat.
âThat feels nice,â you sigh.
It does feel nice. His mouth is soft and intimate as he begins kissing your skin. Itâs hard to focus on anything but the way his mouth presses closed mouth kisses down your throat, pausing at the junction of your neck and shoulder.
âAre you sure?â You nod your head, unable to come up with a response as your eyelids flutter shut. âTell me if I need to stop.â
âOkay.â
Carefully, Jungkook kisses his way back to a spot on your throat that he seems to favor, nosing your delicate skin first before he brings his lips to your skin. His teeth scrap your flesh and you let out a breathy sound as Jungkook slowly bites down. The skin breaks and immediately the pinch of his teeth sends a sharp pain through you.
You tighten your hands but you donât push him away, the throb dulling as he makes a sound deep in his chest. You pant against him, head cloudy. You feel lighter than you remember and you sag against your door, feeling the pull of Jungkookâs greedy mouth against you. His tongue laves at your neck and you moan loudly then.
Jungkook pulls away from you, gasping. He hides his face in your neck but you grab him- you want to see him. He protests and you pull his neck harder, moving his face away from your neck to in front of you.
For a moment, you donât do anything but stare. Youâre mutely aware that there is blood running down your throat. You can feel the hot liquid trailing on your skin, slowly dripping. Your neck hurts- but itâs a very soft pain, barely there.
Jungkook looks terrifyingly beautiful. Lips ruby, blood staining his chin. His eyes are black, pupils expanded as he stares at you in painful stillness. You know you should be horrified but youâre not. You know you should be concerned that he just bit into your neck, but youâre not.
âKiss me,â you demand. You donât know where the strength in your voice comes from. You push into him, tilting your mouth towards his but not closing the distance, letting him decide. âPlease.â
Jungkook responds immediately. He presses his lips firmly against you, stick and wet with your blood. Itâs just a press of lips and his mouth is soft soft soft and you inhale through your nose sharply, knees going weak and buckling.
Tightening his hold around you, Jungkook pulls away, staring down at you, eyes wild and bloody lips parted. âCan I really kiss you?â
âPlease.â
This kiss is different. You can taste the salt and iron on Jungkookâs lips as he slots his mouth against yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Your tongue brushes his bottom lip and he growls, pressing your lips open to slide his tongue against yours.
Jungkookâs hands slide down your waist to your ass, squeezing firmly as his tongue explores the warmth of your mouth. Your hips cant against his, seeking friction where you want him most. You whine into the metallic kiss, sweatpants too thick for the feeling you want.
Growling into your mouth, Jungkook presses you flat against the door. You can feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest as the kiss turns messy. Jungkookâs teeth catch your lip and you feel the pinch of broken skin before blood slowly blooms in your mouth. Jungkook sucks your lip into his mouth, moaning as his tongue brushes over the wound.
It spurs you forward, the way he claws at you and kisses you as though he might die if he doesnât have you sends you into a frenzy. You push into him, as though you can meld yourself to him. Your teeth nip at him back, sharply catching the corner of his soft mouth.
Jungkook breaks away and makes a sound of surprise, hand shooting to his lips, swollen from kissing you. Youâre panting against the door, staring at him as he wipes the bottom corner of his mouth. His finger comes away scarlet.
âYou bit me,â he smirks looking down at you. âYou little vampire.â
You blush. The blood is drying on your neck, itchy and cracking as you extend your head again, showing off the bruised and marred flesh. âDonât you needâŠ. More?â
âIâm hungry for something else entirely, baby.â
The way he is looking at you sends you into overdrive. You make a sound, wiggling against him and he smirks, eyes looking you up and down. You must look a pathetic mess, stained with dried blood, clothes disheveled and lips swollen. But when Jungkook looks at you like that- gaze dark, hungry for something deeper- you donât care what you look like.
Thereâs just Jungkook. Heâs all you can focus on as your hands slide up his neck, carding through his hair and looking at his face without the shadow of his bangs. Heâs ethereal as always, but gone are the cute, round eyes youâre so familiar with. Gone is the soft smile, replaced with two tiny fangs as Jungkook bites his bottom lip.
You canât help it- a hand drifts down to his mouth, thumb gently prying his lips open. He obeys, letting you brush the pad of your thumb against the newly exposed fangs. Theyâre small and white, two sharp canines under your touch.
Jungkookâs tongue darts out, licking your thumb playfully as you retract your hand and make a face of fake disgust. He grins. âSorry,â his voice is low. âCanât help myself.â
âYou didnât have them earlier?â
He shakes his head. âOnly come out when hungry andâŠâ
âAnd?â
âAroused.â
Your brows shoot up. âI see.â Your fingers trail his jaw. Heâs so painfully perfect. âWe should fix that.â
âThank fuck,â he mumbles, hands shooting to grab you by the waist and haul you up.
You squeak, jumping a little last second to help him secure you in his arms. Youâre a little higher than him now, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. He navigates the dark easily. You wonder if itâs the years of being in your apartment or supernatural sight that helps him.
It doesnât matter. The heat from his body is real. Heâs still a living, breathing person. Heâs altered- you see it in the way his eyes dilate when he lays you on your bed, gaze drifting to your neck. You see it in the way his eyes flash every time they catch the light.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Jungkook says softly. His gaze doesnât feel as innocent as his words. He climbs onto the bed, supporting himself so that heâs hovering over you. âI donât tell you often enough- wasnât brave enough to. But I think you are singularly the most beautiful woman in the world.â
You donât know how to take the compliment. Your head automatically turns to the side as you grin into his forearm, placed next to your head. He laughs and leans down, nosing the side of your face, breath warm as he whispers, âWhy does that make you shy? You werenât shy a moment ago when you bit me.â
âIt was different. That was physical.â
âSo you only like me physically?â
âNo!â you snap to look at him only to find that heâs grinning, back to leaning over you. You want to smack him for teasing you, but the feeling in your stomach and your chest make you fidget under him. His eyes track every movement, every reaction. âI like you⊠a lot.â
âAs more than a friend?â You nod, eyes not meeting him. âWhy canât you look at me, then?â
âBecause Iâm afraid.â You feel Jungkook start to pull away and you grab at him. âNot of you! Iâm afraid you donât feel the same way. Because Iâve liked you for a very long time, and I didnât know what to do about it.â
Jungkook presses you back down, head going to the side of your neck he hasnât bitten. Youâre pliant beneath him, head tilting to give him access. Youâre already trained for what he wants or needs, ready to give him more.
Instead of biting you, he peppers your neck with wet kisses, tongue tasting your skin. âIndy,â he mumbles. âI have been in love with you since the first moment you walked into our Intro to Classical History class.â
âReally?â
His tongue licks along your jaw. You arch up into him, thighs rubbing together for friction. Of course he notices, smirking into your skin as he continues mapping your face with his mouth. âYeah,â he breathes. âYou wore the worldâs tightest pair of jeans Iâve ever seen and an over-sized Tokyo Ghoul shirt- I remember being a little sad it covered your ass.â
You gasp as one hand moves from next to you to slide down your front, palming a breast gently. âYouâre so gross, Jeon.â
He hums. âThatâs nothing.â His hand goes further, tapping the outside of your thigh. âOpen up for me, baby.â
Again, you follow his instruction without hesitation. You make room for him to settle on his knees between you. He sits up, eyes consuming you as you look up at him, batting your lashes. He inhales and his eyes flutter shut, fists opening and closing before he opens his eyes again. Theyâre zeroed in on you, making your heart catch.
âI can smell how wet you are,â he murmurs. He drags a fingertip along the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and sweats. âYouâre dripping for me, yeah?â
âYes.â
âWant me to do something about it?â Heâs teasing you and you feel yourself flush. He pinches your skin slightly, making you squirm. âYou gotta tell me what you want.â
âWant you.â
âWant me where?â
âMy pussy, Jeon. Just do something.â
His saccharine smile makes you melt. Jungkook grips your sweat pants, pulling. You lift, helping him as he throws the clothing somewhere. You start to close your legs again but he grabs your knees, prying you open and tsking at you. âSuch a pretty pussy,â he says, voice husky. âSo fucking wet and pink. I told you,â he murmurs shuffling to his stomach. Your heart launches to your throat when he kisses a knee, eye-level with your dripping cunt. âIâm fucking starving.â
Despite his implications, Jungkook doesnât go right where youâre hoping. He places hot kisses on your inner thighs, hands rubbing up and down your legs as he bites and worships them. Youâre trembling, eyes fluttering shut as your hips twitch toward him.
âJungkook,â you murmur, pleading. You donât have it in you to be embarrassed being on display for him. Your core is throbbing for him to touch you, to do anything. He huffs a laugh as he presses his mouth dangerously close, nipping you as a lone finger brushes you from entrance to clit, pressing slightly. âFuck.â
Jungkookâs eyes are glittering as he brings his finger to his mouth, glistening finger vanishing between red, sinful lips. He hums again, eyes focusing on your wetness. âFucking delicious.â
You canât stop the obscene moan that escapes your mouth when he ducks his head down, flattening his tongue to lick you slowly from hole to clit, where he pauses to circle his tongue a few times around the pulsing bud.
And oh fuck does it feel good. Every thought empties from your mind. Itâs just the hot feeling coursing through you and the feeling of Jungkookâs tongue licking you slowly up and down. A guttural sound escapes you when he fastens his mouth to your pussy, sucking gently before popping his mouth off.
In a daze, you open your eyes in just enough time to see him let a line of spit drip out of his mouth onto your clit. Your hips jerk and you curse again when he grins, glancing up at you and murmuring, âIâm going to eat this fucking pussy until Iâve had my fill.â
Jungkook doesnât give you time to consider what he means. His mouth is back on you, sucking and licking, making an absolute mess out of you. Your hands shoot to his hair, fingers twisting in his black locks as he gives appreciative sounds, tongue tracing your clenching hole.
âOh my god,â you whisper, voice cracking. âPlease.â
You donât know what youâre asking for. Jungkook seems to, alternating from tracing his tongue through your folds expertly to sucking his clit into your mouth. His mouth sets of sparks with every lewd sound- and Jungkook isnât quiet.
With anyone else, you might be embarrassed that the way he eats you out audibly, without shame and without a care in the world. It turns you on more, essence leaking out of you that his searching tongue catches.
Your orgasm is quickly approaching, that tight feeling mounting in your stomach as your breathing gets shorter. Your eyes are squeezed shut, hips rolling to time with his careful licks and sucks. Youâre hot all over, a furnace under Jungkookâs mouth.
The dam breaks. You jerk forward, gasping as your legs squeeze Jungkookâs shoulders. You can hear nothing beyond the roar of your blood in your ears, see nothing but blinding stars behind your eyes. You sag back onto the bed, twitching and thighs shaking as Jungkook diverts from giving your clit attention to licking at your entrance.
Boneless, you try and move up the bed but Jungkookâs hands grab you by your ass, pulling back down toward his mouth. You look at him, feeling drunk as you see his dark head of hair between your legs.
Jungkookâs eyes are fathomless as he growls, âDid I say I was done, baby?â
âSensitive,â you whine.
He kisses your inner thigh, leaving a wet mark of spit and your cum. âIâll go slow,â he promises, not taking his eyes off of you as his tongue snakes out of his wicked mouth to prod at your hole. âMmm. Want to taste you more.â
âFuck,â you moan as his tongue relieves some of the pressure at your aching hole. But itâs not enough- not nearly.
Jungkook senses what you need, a hand leaving where heâs gripping you to trace between your legs. Gently, his finger circles the ring of your clenching muscles. Eyes finding yours, he raises a brow. âIs this what you need, baby? Need my fingers?â
âPlease.â He kisses your clit, making you twitch. âJungkook.â
âSorry,â he smiles, though he doesnât sound or look sorry. âJust wanna make you cum again.â
Thereâs not going to be a problem there. You swear as he slowly inserts a finger, brushing against the softness of you in all the right parts. You know youâre going to cum embarrassingly fast, especially when he inserts another finger, gently brushing your g-spot as he brushes his mouth over your thighs, wrist moving slowly.
You melt at his touch, letting him bring you to the edge again. You canât stop the sounds coming out of your mouth or the way you writhe in his arms. He lets you squirm, attentive on fucking into you at a steady pace with his fingers.
When he deems you ready, he brings his mouth back down, tongue slowly laving at your clit.
You explode.
For a moment, youâre nowhere and everywhere all at once. You canât think beyond anything other than the surging euphoria. You canât recall ever cumming that hard, nearly unable to breathe as you float back down.
It takes a moment for you to realize Jungkook is kissing your lower stomach, hands rubbing up and down your quaking thighs as he looks up to you, eyes completely fucked out and mouth covered in your juices.
âYou did so good,â he coos, placing a wet kiss on your navel. âYou taste divine- better than blood. Much better.â
âWant you,â you mumble, surprised you manage to articulate the desire still burning in your stomach, hot and needy. âPlease.â
âYeah? Still want me?â
âOf course.â
âFuck,â he mumbles, getting to his knees again. âYouâll have me, then. Youâll always have me- have always had me.â
Soft light filters in your room from the window. You watch in awe as he rips his shirt off. Youâve seen him shirtless before- heâs always been beautiful. But now in the glow of the dark room, Jungkook is a god.
You sit up, hands seeking. His skin is warm and flushed as your palms skim up his stomach and around his waist, careful and meaningful with their worship. Your mouth follows to pay penance, kissing at the newly exposed flesh, nipping at the delicate skin above his sweatpants.
Jungkook tilts his head to the sky, as if in prayer. Your tongue darts out to taste him, skin sweet and slightly salty from sweat. He lets out a soft mewl. Your fingers dig into his skin as they drag down, nails tracing red scripture in their descent.
You love him. Gone is the feral heat between you a moment ago when he licked at you with hot fury. Your touches are soft. Jungkook brings his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face as he looks down at you, eyes round and curious.
âYouâre hypnotizing.â You pull at his pants and he lets you, shifting to discard the sweatpants and boxers. You nearly collapse at the sight of his heavy cock, bouncing. Its tip is weeping and pink, begging for attention. âAll of you is perfect.â
Your tongue darts out to taste him, kitten-licking the tip. He moans deep in his throat, eyes shut as his fingers tangle in your hair. You suckle the tip of his cock, tongue tracing lazy circles before you pull back with a lewd pop.
Gently, you bring a hand to stroke him, nearly keening at how velvety his skin is. His cock jumps in your hand, making you smile at how much you affect him.
Slowly, you stroke him, bringing him back to your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you take more of his cock into the warmth of your mouth, humming delicately at the salty tastes.
âFuck,â Jungkook groans loudly. Youâve hardly set a pace when he pulls you gently off of him, making you pout. âI canât,â he pants. âIâll cum in a second and I donât want to cum down your throat tonight. We can do that another time. I just want to fuck you- please let me make love to you.â
Jungkookâs choice in words have you spinning. Make love. You donât know what thatâs like- youâve fucked men before, but never with meaning. Never with intentions beyond pleasure.
Carefully, Jungkook pulls your shirt off, tossing it in the dim room. He presses you back down on the bed, bringing his mouth to yours. Your tongues tangle as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You feel his cock brush your wet entrance and you groan into him.
The kiss tastes like a mix of him and you and the faint saltiness of blood- you donât care. Itâs a part of him, so itâs a part of you. Jungkook shuffles himself so that his mouth is pressed against your jaw, hot breath in your ear as he places open-mouthed kisses there.
âCondom?â
âIâm clean,â you gasp as his tip grazes your clit. âWe got STD tests together, remember? I havenât⊠since.â
You feel his mouth curve upward. âMe either. Taehyung mentioned vampires are⊠sterile.â
âFine,â you mutter. âI donât want kids- I want to adventure the world- with you.â
âFuck.â His voice shakes when he says it.
Spurred by the need in his voice, you reach between you, gripping Jungkookâs cock in his head. He shakes above you as you brush the tip up and down your slit, gathering your essence to make him slick. You position his blunt head at your entrance, looking up at him. He doesnât hesitate, rolling his hips forward to push into you.
The pressure doesnât hurt, but you feel all of him. You make a sigh of relief and discomfort as he slowly slides into you. Jungkook fills every inch of you, the drag of his cock delicious. He bottoms out and stays there for a moment, stealing a searing kiss from you.
Your fingers wind in his hair. âPlease move,â you mumbled between pressed lips. âWanna feel you.â
Jungkook doesnât hesitate, groaning as he slides his cock all the way out and pushes back in slowly. His pace is slow but deep, making it hard to breathe. Your hips roll in time to meet his thrust, an almost lazy pace like you have all the time in the world.
Your mouth is busy as you kiss Jungkook on his lips, jaw, chin, ear. Itâs more teeth and tongue than anything, especially as he starts fucking into you with a smooth pace.
Everything in your mind goes haywire. You can barely think. You want to touch Jungkook everywhere, pulling and pulling him until heâs down on his forearms, chest pressed against yours. You moan at the feeling of his chest against your pert nipples, creating mind-numbing friction.
Jungkook notices. He ducks his dead down as he pumps into you, hitting deep every time. He wraps his mouth around a nipple, making you sing. Everything is overwhelming. You feel every part of him pressed against you and you want more. More more more
You want to drown in Jungkook.
You want him to sink his teeth in and never let go.
Turning your head to the side, you let out a high-pitch whimper. You canât stop the noises coming out of you, squeaking and struggling to stop the shaky quality but you feel so fucking good as he fucks into you.
âFeels so good,â you gasp at a particularly deep thrust.
âYeah it fucking does,â Jungkook agrees, licking at your neck where your blood has dried. âYouâre fucking squeezing my cock, Indy. You gonna cum?â
âYes yes yes yes.â
âFuck I love the way you look right now. Dreamed of this for years.â
âPervert- fuuuuuck Jungkook.â
âCum for me, yeah?â
You nod and whisper, âBite me.â
He grunts and bends down, immediately sinking his teeth in. Thereâs no pain this time. Heat blooms through you, a white-hot flame that catches you so off guard you go rigid, cumming with a scream.
You float. Jungkook slows his movements, fucking you gentle through the white noise in your ears and the heavenly feeling of weightlessness. It takes you a few moments to come back down from your high, feeling the way Jungkookâs mouth pulls at your neck greedily.
Tired and spent, you grab Jungkook by the hips, fingers sliding against sweaty skin. He detaches from your neck and kisses you, messy with spit and blood again. You donât care, moaning into him without abandon, digging your nails into his ass.
Jungkook loses his slow pace and begins to slam into you, kiss turning to teeth bumping into teeth. He growls into your mouth, the snarl sending shivers down your body as you hold into him.
He fucks you with wild abandon, chasing his high. His moans get higher pitched and you run your nails down his thighs, pushing yourself into him with whatever energy you can gather. âCum for me,â you beg. âGive it to me, Jeon. Come on.â
With a loud moan, he buries himself into your shoulder, shuddering above you. His muscles clench as he cums and pants your name, shivering above you for a moment.
Gently, you run your hands up and down his sides, kissing the side of his fact. You can see his mouth is covered in blood- and it doesnât nearly freak you out as much as you expect. Because itâs Jungkook, and even though this is weird and he just drank your blood⊠youâre his. You have been for a long time.
Jungkook pulls out of you and collapses next to you, an arm going around your waist. He peeks at you from his sweaty hair and you canât help but feel your heart leap in your chest.
âYou didnât kill me,â you murmur. âPretty impressive, Jeon.â
He grins, tired. âItâs because I love you.â He shifts so that he can hold your gaze in full. âI know I have a lot to figure out, and I understand if you donât-â
âI want to,â you cut him off. âBecause I love you too.â
âYeah?â He brushes the hair from your face. You nod and nip at his wrist, making him laugh. âMaybe youâre a little bit of a vampire too, hmm?â
âIâll leave that to you,â you yawn. Jungkook pulls you close and nuzzles you. You donât care that your sweaty and sticky with cum and blood. You just want to be close to him.
And your happy. Despite how afraid you were while he was gone. Despite the fact that there is an entire unknown ahead of you. Itâll be okay because you have Jungkook and he has you.
âBy the way,â Jungkook muses. âWere you researching how to kill Taehyung?â
You hesitate. âI was kind of mad.â
âI see. And now?â
âJury is still out.â
He chuckles. âLove you, Indy.â
âLove you, Jeon.â
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