Mimi

✩₊˚ | 19 | she/her | bts (ot7) | skz (ot8) | minors DNI | ˚₊✩

[borathae]

Kisses on your Chest | KTH x f.Reader

“You married Taehyung because of an arrangement between the court and your family. While the connection might seem political at first, it is very far from that. Mutual love, adoration and scorching passion make up the foundation of your union, lots of laughter and quiet nights fill everyday life. Your pleasure is of greatest importance to him, his happiness your most desirable goal. One hot summer’s day, you decide that he deserves to feel just as good as he always makes you feel, and so you ride him in your doctor’s office.”

Pairing: Army General!Taehyung x Royal Healer!Reader

Genre: Historical!AU, Royal!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Smut, Romance

Warnings: subbish!Taehyung, Domish!Reader, she is feeling herself and Taehyung is into it, kneeling & puppy eyes, first time they're doing it in cowgirl, making out, neck kisses, body worship, nipple play & licking, penetrative vaginal sex, unprotected sex 'cause historical, definite muscle kink, buff!Taehyung, sweaty!Taehyung, semi-public sex, praise & good boy kink, dirty talk, creampies, giggly aftercare

Worcount: 6.2k | Minors DNI you will be blocked & reported

a/n: y'all hopefully didn't think you've seen the last of general!tae because ya didn't LORD writing this story was a need, i'm being so serious i needed to fictionally ride him like a bull otherwise i'd have imploded. look forward to more stories with him besties 🤍 and ah! leave some comments hihihih <3

“Lady ___, what brings you here?” the owner of Moonbar asks you, surprised to see you in his establishment outside the normal opening hours.

People are cleaning around you and merchants carry in their deliveries. You are aware that you are currently not welcome here, but you have a very important reason for your visit.

“Good day. Is Lady Inna setting up already?” you ask him.

“Yes, she is.”

“Can I perhaps see her for a moment? I need to speak with her. I will even pay.”

“I shall ask. Please wait here.”

You wait by the bar, trying not to stand in the way of anyone working. Your heart is pounding. This is definitely not comfortable for you, but you must be brave. If you hadn’t been brave back then, you never would have found out how amazing life can be. You got to learn companionship, a wonderful husband and amazing sex. Such amazing sex, the kind which makes you change your stance in public when you think of it for too long.

“Lady Inna is willing to see you”, the owner’s voice rips you back to reality, reminding you not to fantasise about your husband naked and pleasured.

“Oh! Yes, thank you.”

You hurry to the back, hoping that nobody can see you. You feel less shame around your needs these days, but you still have a reputation to up hold. You would rather not be seen seeking sex advice.

Back to the sex. It is amazing. Taehyung has you regularly arching your back. He is such an attentive listener, always brimming with passion, and he takes your pleasure very seriously. To top it all off, he is the most amazing, most wonderful and sweetest husband outside the bedroom. He makes you laugh, he listens, he is kind and he loves hugs. You also love hugs. And you love him. So much.

So much in fact that you want to make him just as happy as he makes you.

“Good day, Lady Inna.”

“Good day, Lady ___. What a surprise it is to see you.”

Lady Inna does not wear her signature up-do yet, combing her long hair. She is not wearing any make-up either, looking a lot younger without it. Her rope is a bright pink and slightly out of fashion.

“I hope that I am not disturbing you”, you say, closing the door behind you.

“You aren’t. I hope you do not mind my appearance. I haven’t put on powder yet.”

“You are beautiful, Lady Inna.”

“Oh? Oh my, thank you.” She giggles and turns to you fully. “What can I do for you?”

Nervous, you sit down in front of her.

“I don’t know how to say it”, you confess.

“Perhaps I can guess it.”

“Go ahead.”

“You have troubles in your marriage and you need my advice.”

“Ah, no. The very opposite, actually. We get along well and I want to surprise my husband, which is why I need your advice because I do not know how to do it.”

“Tell me.”

“It embarrasses me to talk this way, but uhm…Lady Inna, I wish to learn how to ride my husband.”

Unlike you expected, she does not seem even the slightest bit baffled by your confession. She hums in understanding and nods her head.

“He must be a great husband if you are willing to do something for him.”

“He is. He is so wonderful.”

“Your husband is General Kim, yes?”

Your face heats up and a giddy smile tugs on your lips.

“He is”, you sigh dreamily.

“Mhhm, a handsome man. Strong as well.”

“Really strong. It makes me hot just thinking about it.” You fluster. “Forgive me, that was improper.”

“Nothing you could say is improper. I earn my money telling stories of passion, my dear.”

“That is true now that you mention it.”

She snickers, nodding her head. She is not in the slightest bit ashamed of her profession and she shouldn’t be. Now that you know how fun passion can be, you admire what she does for the women who perhaps do not have good sex in their lives. You could not imagine such a life for yourself and you feel really bad for any wife who does not get pleasured properly.

“Before I can teach you, I must know a few things. Have you ever been on top?” Lady Inna asks, flustering you. She notices, reaching out to calm you. “There is no judgement here. You can talk freely with me.”

“No, uhm, I haven’t been on top. Ever.”

“I see. Have you been on a horse before?”

“What? Why would I do that with a horse???”

“No gods, not like this. Have you ever ridden a horse the normal way?”

“Ah. This makes more sense. Yes, I have.”

“I see. Very good, then I know what to work with. Lie down.”

“Huh?”

“Lie down.”

You follow her order, albeit very confused. You get comfortable on the floor, head propped on a pillow. Lady Inna gathers her dress so that her legs are free then does the unthinkable thing of climbing your lap.

“Wait! What?!” you gasp, sitting up straight.

She puts her hands on your shoulders and pushes you back down. It knocks the air out of you, her weight on you is burning hot.

“First rule: it is terribly arousing for some men when you pin them down”, she says, running her hands along your arms. “Most are very proud of their muscles, so praise his strength as you touch him.”

She grabs your hands and puts them on her hips, lighting up your cheeks in giddiness. She is very soft.

“He will go mad if you do this.”

She begins to move on top of you, hands covering yours and eyes locked onto your face. You do not dare to breathe. Her hair falls so alluringly, her hips are so active between your hands.

“Can you feel how I move my hips back and forth?” she asks.

“Y-yes.”

“This movement is very pleasurable for you, and gives him a moment to breathe. Use it to guide his hands over your body.”

She shows you. You have never in your life felt a woman’s body as intimately as hers and you are a healer. She even makes you cup her breasts, which are very soft. Gods, you are burning up.

She drops your hands to her hips again.

“If you want to make the pleasure about him, you have to bounce on him up and down like this.”

She places her hands on your shoulders for balance and begins bouncing on your lap. You could take your hands off her hips, but you don’t, gawking at her with parted lips.

“You can control the depth in which he enters you and the speed. Another way to ride him is to bend back.”

She arches her back and puts her hands on your shins. She is more on her knees this way, exposing herself. If she was naked, you would have perfect view of her… This is too sinful to put into words. Oh, you are burning up hot.

“He can touch you this way and because you have to tense to support yourself, you are tighter.”

“O-okay.”

She straightens up again, placing her hands on each side of your head. Her hair falls loosely, framing your face. It smells sweetly floral.

“Look into his eyes, kiss him and his neck. Some men like their nipples to be touched. And most importantly, remember to switch it up if you want him to last long. Men tend to be very eager when a woman rides them.”

“Alright”, you whisper, feeling short of breath.

She smiles, “good. Now let us switch places and let me see how you move.”

It is needless to say that you leave Moonbar embarrassingly damp at the very least, properly soaked at the most. This was the most interesting, yet also highly confusing situation you have ever found yourself in. Lady Inna is truly a woman like no other.

Compromised and struggling to walk, you seek out Taehyung once you are back at the palace. He is on the training grounds, wearing nothing more than loose pants and a linen shirt. His arms are exposed, glistening in the sunlight and his hair is tied up loosely. Gods, this man is going to kill you.

He is currently lost in his training, eyes closed in concentration. With the way Lady Inna riled you up, you wish to be the sweat pearls sitting on his face.

“Mistress, hello”, Jimin greets you with a bow. He is equally as sweaty and loosely clothed. His long hair is tied back in four braids.

“Hello, general.”

Taehyung opens his eyes, gaze softening instantly. He drops the weights. The veins in his arms are bulging all the way up to his shoulders because of working his muscles. You will faint if he continues to exist.

“Beloved. What a surprise. You never visit these grounds.” He furrows. “Wait. You never visit these grounds. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You close the distance to him, pulling him down so you can whisper into his ear. You put your hands on his upper arms unapologetically, considering for a very short moment whether you should lick his ear. Yes, you are very hungry for him.

“I’m aroused. Do you have time?” you whisper, squeezing his arms.

Taehyung steps back, eyes widened. You have never been this bold before.

“Woah. Really?”

You nod your head, staring at his lips and craving the taste of his kiss.

“What’s the matter?” Jimin asks.

“She uh, we uhm.”

“It’s embarrassing, but a very heavy patient fell in my office and I cannot lift him without Taehyung’s help. Please don’t tell anyone, it’s embarrassing.”

“Oh dear, do you need a third pair of hands? I can help.”

“No, that won’t be necessary. If Taehyung has time to help?”

“I do. Oh, you bet I do. Where did you say he was? Your office?”

“Yes, my office.” You grab his hand. “It is urgent so we should hurry.”

“Of course.”

You tug him with you. Jimin lifts his hand in a wave.

“Good luck! Call for me if you need me!”

“We will not call for him, will we?” Taehyung asks you in a whisper.

“Obviously not.”

You pull Taehyung into the office and lock the door.

“Windows.”

“Wait. Here? But I thought you said that you did not want it here in case of patients.”

“I cannot last till home. I need you right now. Close the windows.”

“Alright, wow.”

Taehyung hurries to them to follow your orders obediently. The paper screens let in the sunlight, painting the room in a warm, yellow light. He turns and startles because you are right in front of him. Craze reflects in your eyes like a feral animal, making him gulp.

“We have to be quiet”, you say.

“Okay.”

“Undress me.”

Your orders are clear and urgent. Taehyung obeys happily, albeit very confused. You have never been so boldly aroused before. At least not in public and definitely not with such dominant tones in your voice.

Because it is almost summer, you do not wear as many layers and undressing you is easier than in winter. He unlaces your jacket and helps you take off your pants. Your underwear gets discarded quickly because you joined his hands halfway through it as you could not wait any longer.

Nude and heated up, you face him. This is unbelievable to him. You, fully naked in a semi-public place. He swears that it makes him dizzy.

“Kiss me”, you order, grasping the back of his neck.

“I love your behaviour”, Taehyung says and gladly kisses you.

You moan, pressing yourself against him as close as possible. His body is so hot, increasing the fire in your stomach and the hunger of your touches.

Taehyung has a difficult time matching your rhythm today, swaying slightly because you keep pulling him closer and closer and closer. He finds balance on your butt, eliciting a needy moan from you. Your hips tilt into his touch, your hands glide down his neck and arms.

“Touch me, yes touch me”, you feed him the words, moaning with every new inch he explores.

His muscles are so hard, his skin is glistening. He makes you so fucking wet. You shove your tongue between his lips, allowing him to suck on it rather desperately. His right hand disappears between your legs, fingers parting your folds. You purr, chasing his touch with needy hips. The kiss breaks as a consequence. He did it because he needed to look at you.

“You are soaked. What the fuck happened?”

“I’ll tell you later. Get naked. I’ll do the pants.”

“I really love your attitude.”

Together, you undress him and soon he matches the state of you. The sunlight kisses your bared bodies, warming your skins and illuminating the paths of you. Sunlight on your naked bodies. What a wonderful kind of intimacy to share.

You cannot stop staring, biting your lip.

He is sporting a semi. Thick, bulging veins on his stomach lead your eyes to it. You really have to fuck him more often after a workout. He is so sexy.

Taehyung closes the distance and leans in for a kiss but you stop him.

“Get on the floor.”

“You are really different today. What did you do?” he asks, obeying your orders.

He kneels, palms facing up and eyes like that of a good puppy. His cock grows with each second, a subtle flush lies itself over his skin.

“Just something.”

“Something? Care to enlighten me?”

“Yes. Change positions. Sit.”

Taehyung obeys, looking up at you afterwards. Again, his puppy eyes are to die for. You simply have to reach down and pet his head. He smiles, tilting his head so you can pet him a lot better.

“You listen so well”, you praise, watching his cock twitch in response. Of course he would like that. He is such a lover for praise.

You lower yourself and run your hand to his arm. He inspects it, then your face, brow cocked in question. You let your body do the explaining. With your hand still on his arm, you climb his lap. Taehyung watches, breathing quickening more and more. Your bare cunt is pressing against his naked thigh. You are seriously so soaked, marking him with it.

Tingles run along his spine when you dance your hands down his arms. His neck gets touched as well, his chest next. Taehyung swears that he feels on fire when you explore him this way. The flames flicker when your hands disappear to his stomach and connect with his sensitive skin.

“Such a strong man. So muscular.”

He is heated up, abs tensing as you drag your hands up his torso. Tingles follow, more and more of his body gets covered in goosebumps.

You meet his eyes, talking to him in a sultry voice.

“I want you.”

Taehyung’s breath trembles, eyelids fluttering as he fights his emotions. Only you can manage to arouse him and fluster him at the same time.

You touch him more. His face, because he is beautiful. Taehyung exhales shakily, leaning into your palms. Your kiss on his forehead forces him to squeeze his eyes shut and whimper just a little. You are suddenly so soft with him, it weakens him so much. With a gentle tilt, you have him looking up at you.

Your adoration reflects in his lovedrunk puppy eyes, he is struggling not to absolutely crumble in your hands.

You kiss him. An actual whimper leaves him, his arms close around you tightly. Of course they do. Taehyung could survive in your arms if you let him. He told you so before. His eagerness is no surprise to you so you know exactly how to rein him back.

You let go of his face and push your elbows out, forcing his arms to open this way. The kiss breaks despite his mewl.

“Slow”, you whisper, giving him your hands to hold.

“Slow”, he breathes, nodding his head obediently.

“Good boy.”

You reward him with a chaste kiss, guiding his hands to his sides. He obeys even if it is difficult. Your behaviour is untypical. He cannot predict your actions. The unpredictability should scare him, but it doesn’t. Not with you.

Happy with his obedience, you dance your left hand to his chest. You cradle the back of his head with your other hand and with a firm push, you have him down on the floor.

Taehyung collides in an audible grunt, mouth falling open and eyes widening. His hair is messy, spreading on the bamboo mat. His cheeks flush a soft red.

“What are you doing?” he chokes out.

“You’ll see”, you say and connect your lips with his neck, hands dancing to his arms and shoulders. His taste is intoxicating, his smell alluring.

He inhales sharply, back arching off the floor and pulse fluttering. This goes down as the most amazing sensation ever. Taehyung feels as if he is floating above the clouds. This is the first time he is on his back with you on top of him. Just as it is the first time that you actively pin him down. This isn’t you. At least it shouldn’t be, so why do your movements feel so goddamn natural? You know exactly where to place your lips to make it heavenly or where to put your hands to render him useless. Taehyung swears that when you lift your head again after marking up both sides of his neck, he is dazed.

He can’t even kiss you back properly when you initiate, mewling and licking into your mouth more than he kisses.

“Mhhm, beloved”, you purr, tugging on his lower lip before kissing down his neck and chest.

You set your tongue on his salty skin and lick the sweat right off his nipple. This is heavenly, making Taehyung gasp and tense his pecs.

“You taste so good”, you growl and bite into him. Hard.

“Mistress”, Taehyung gasps in response, bucking his hips. His nipple throbs, skin burning in desire.

“Mhhm so delicious”, you lull, licking him in thick, languid strokes. Again, all of this highly untypical of you.

“A-ah, wow.”

“Mhhm, I know. Such a perfect nipple”, you say and bite into it.

Again, you never talked like this before. Let alone bit him. Taehyung swears that he can feel his heart beat in his cock. He is so hard for you. And whiney. And needy. And wet.

“Mistress, please”, he begs, writhing under you.

You sit up with your hands on his chest and arch your back so your butt sticks out, smiling down at him and fingers playing with his nipples.

“Please what?”

“Can I fuck you?”

“No.” You stub his nose. “No, I do the fucking today.”

“Huuuh???”

Taehyung looks up at you like a starstruck, eternally loyal puppy. So endearing that you would coo at him if you both weren’t so fucking wet in arousal. Cooing can wait.

You lift yourself off his lap to position yourself over his cock and wrap your hand around it, holding it in place. He is so erect, pulse throbbing under your touch.

“Get it?” you ask, rubbing yourself against him. So wet. So messy. So hot.

“Yes.” He mewls and begs with his eyes. “Yes, please. Please, please.” Okay, maybe he also begs with his mouth. He cannot help it. You have him a mess.

“How much do you want it?” you ask, giving him glimpses of heaven each time you grind your soft folds along his tip.

“So much. Please.”

“So much…this is a lot”, you coo and finally lower yourself on him.

He can’t look away, heart close to giving out and head dizzy. You sink him into your warm heaven, he does not want to miss out on anything.

“Slipped right in”, you purr, clenching around him to get the point across. Just for a second, he should get desperate for more.

Taehyung keens, biting his lip afterwards. His toes curl and you haven’t even taken him in completely.

You let go of his cock when you are halfway down, placing both of your hands on his chest. Feeling him fill you will never lose its spark. This is such a new way, which makes it as good as it does. Especially the bottoming out part. Fuck, this has you flying on clouds.

Taehyung grabs your thighs and squeezes. The pressure increases when you lift yourself again only to drop a second later. You fall into a pattern this way: with your hands on his chest and his hands on your thighs. It is a slow rhythm, calculated and meant to build tension. Just as Lady Inna taught you. Make him want more.

You stay quiet for the time being, listening to his ever-changing breathing. He is staring so intensely, mouth changing between hanging agape and pressing closed. His mind must currently be scrambled. You know that you have never done this before, so this must be a complete shock to him. Judging by how hard he is, it is good for him though.

Gods, his heart is beating so fast. How much quicker can he breathe without making a sound? Is he holding back?

You lift your hips and clench, dropping down on him this way.

“A-ah”, Taehyung lets out and throws his hands over his mouth, eyes rolling back as they close. There he is. That is what you wanted.

You repeat the movement. Up, clench, down.

He moans behind his hands, face tensing for a second before absolute bliss relaxes it again.  Up, clench, down.

You swear that his voice trembles as he moans.

Up, clench, down. Circle your hips a little.

Taehyung groans, brows furrowing. They stay this way. Tense and scrunched because you have him showing you his truest face. If only he wasn’t covering so much of it…

Thankfully you know just what to do. You take his wrists and drag his hands away. His eyes open, he is confused, letting you mould him to your wishes.

“Don’t cover your face, darling. Let me look at you.”

You press his hand into the floor on each side of his head, keeping them down by grabbing his wrists. It angles you differently, tightening you naturally and making him go deeper.

His once throaty moans pitch, equalling mewls. You swear that you can watch tears form in his eyes.

“My beautiful husband. I love your face”, you whisper, hips showing him how much you appreciate him.

You pick up speed just as Lady Inna taught you. First work him up then make him see stars. That is what she told you to do, and you are more than willing to put it to the test.

Your name leaves him in a whimper. His eyes close halfway and roll back. This might very well be the most sinful he has ever looked, and you finally get it. You get what he means when he says that you look beautiful when you are in pleasure. You never really believed him, always wondering how you could possibly look good when you are making all these weird faces.

But you get it. You finally get it. This isn’t weird. This is heavenly.

Seeing Taehyung absolutely blissed out changes you as a person.

“Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful”, you press out and lace fingers with him, dragging them up the mat as you drop down for kisses. They are pinned in place above his head, squeezing you back as you kiss his neck sloppily.

He cannot do much more than moan and mewl, everything else is under your spell. He is so much stronger than you, but right now you stole him of any sort of strength.

“You feel so good, Tae”, you moan against his neck, biting it gently afterwards. Over and over again, giving him moments of relaxation where you kiss and adore. If this continues, Taehyung will explode. He swears that it is building up to immeasurable levels.

You guide your kisses to his lips, sighing when his lips try to match your needy rhythm. Although, he does more moaning and whimpering than he does kissing. You don’t mind. It’s beyond endearing. And hot. So hot. You want to taste every one of his sounds. But Taehyung is eager. Too eager.

He thrusts his hips and reminds you of his cock inside you.

You squeak, shooting up.

“No. No moving”, you gasp, “I, I have so much more rehearsed.”

“You rehearsed?” he breathes out.

“Yeah.”

“How?”

You don’t answer him, instead you sit up and get into position so you are on your knees. You put your hands on his thighs and begin your well-practiced dance.

“Fuck”, Taehyung yelps, arching his back. Skin slaps against skin, your connection sounds wet and creamy. He grasps your hips first before his big hands settle on your waist instead. He squeezes you so much that he brings it in a little. The touch is like fire.

“Please don’t slow down”, he begs.

You couldn’t. Your muscles are going to shake so much afterwards, but in this very moment you exist for pleasuring him. In this intimate moment you exist for riding him senseless. Nothing could tire you.

You roll your head back, parting your lips.

“Taehyung”, you moan, writing his name against your g-spot one bounce at a time.

Taehyung finds it difficult to stay present. You move as if you have always done this. He has never been ridden this well before. He swears that he lost all feeling in his legs and that the knot in his stomach has never felt so fiery before.

He is losing himself in you. If you hadn’t fucked him into a non-verbal, moaning mess he would declare his everlasting love for you with every bounce.

But alas he is doomed to moan and whine and whimper, wetting his temples with tears. “I love your cock, Tae. Holy fuck this is amazing.”

Your words do not make it easier to bear. Taehyung feels new flames flicker in his tummy whenever you speak.

He drags his hands to your chest, cupping your breasts. They are so soft in comparison to your pleasure-swollen nipples. He kneads and massages them, needing it to remind himself that he was not going to pass out.

“O-oh. Tae.”

He will never tire of this nickname. He can’t look, feeling you up blindly. So soft. Your nipples are hard in contrast. He plays with them, growing dizzy because his touch makes you tighter.

“___”, he moans because it is the only word he can still manage to say. If you keep bouncing on him in such a rhythm, he will burst. It is like you are jerking him off. Expect that it is a thousand times better, wetter and hotter. And softer. So soft. Oh, your pussy is so soft. Fuck, now he is focusing on how soft you are.

Taehyung whimpers, dropping his hands to your hips to stop their movements.

“Not yet, please. Not yet.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I‘m so close, please slow down”, he is whining, working oh so hard to keep you still.

Your tummy tingles pleasurably, your heart skips a giddy beat. You are making him feel that good. You didn‘t think that this would be possible, after all this is your first time on top of him and there is definitely still room for improvement.

Your instinct is to hide in him and giggle, but you are feeling kind of powerful right now. Powerful and desperate to make him whine.

“Didn’t you tell me not to slow down moments ago?”

Taehyung peels his eyes open, shock lacing his drunken gaze. Your teasing comment was unexpected, entirely scrambling his brain.

You snicker and caress his cheek, shifting on top of him so the penetration is slightly changed again.

“Make up your mind, darling husband”, you coo, rolling your hips back and forth. He is still buried deep inside you, getting hugged by your warm walls.

“What the fuck is happening today?” Taehyung mewls.

“I am feeling like it”, you lower yourself, hands pushing his arms above his head again and breasts squeezing against his chest. Your feet press to the side of his thighs this way, your soft cunt is so tight around him.

“Who are you?” he whispers, staring into your darkened, sultry eyes.

“Your wife”, you coo and kiss his neck. You made him so sensitive and sore with your earlier bites that Taehyung’s only way to handle it is by bending his knees and pressing his feet into the ground. He almost throws you off him, resulting in you squeezing down on him and lifting your lips.

“No.” You slap his chest very softly. “Bad boy. Don’t be a bad boy.”

He drops his knees, eyes filling with tears.

“It’s so difficult to stay still. I’m so sensitive”, he whines, writhing on the floor.

“Try to. Doctor’s orders.”

He gasps, eyes widening.

“You are insane.”

“You tempted me”, you coo and kiss his lips before straightening back up.

You get to your knees properly and pick up the fast rhythm of before. One hand is on his stomach, feeling him up and enjoying his twitches. The other hand is on his knee, keeping it down and supporting yourself. Lady Inna spoke of riding horses and, well, the only thing you are riding today is your husband. And oh you are galloping right now, movements precise and greedy. You are reaching your limit, both physically and as far as your own high is concerned. Your muscles shake each time you lift yourself, your legs tremble whenever you take him back inside and he presses to your sensitive spots.

“Yes Tae, yes. I fucking love this. Your cock’s amazing. So fucking amazing.”

But you cannot stop. Ignore the fatigue, focus on the pleasure. You want to continue until your cunt knows his cock by heart. Or inch by inch in her case.

Gods, you really love having him inside, giving him a good show of it as well. So wet and creamy.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, ho-holy fuck”, Taehyung is barely breathing, using what little air he has to voice his shock.

“Yeah… so good, your cock’s so fucking good”, you agree, arching your back sensually.

Your breasts bounce, your stomach tenses and your face is glowing in pleasure. The sunlight bounces off your skin and hair, sweat glistens in the crevices. Your cunt is sinful in comparison. Stuffed to the brim with cock, lips swollen and stretched, and juices smearing all over his length.

“Mistress, holy fuck.”

“Good boy. Good boy with the best cock”, you lull, entirely sex drunk and blissed out.

You are insane. A temptress. The very goddess of sex having come down to make his life a pleasurable heaven.

Taehyung throws his arm over his mouth and bites into it. These walls are way too thin. He cannot scream.

He remembers when you made him promise to never ever seduce him in your office. Where did this version of you go? Why can’t you be more like her? Because Taehyung is losing himself. It is building up rapidly and aggressively.

He reaches for your waist, biting down harder at the feeling of you. It is going to happen and it will happen regardless of whether you slow down again or not. He cannot drag it out any longer.

You know that it will happen. You have never seen him bite his own arm before. His muscles are tense, his veins are bulging and his big hand is balled to a fist.

“Do you have to, beloved?”

He nods his head, squeezing your waist.

His cheeks are squished up, flushed and glistening. His eyes are barely there because he squeezes them shut so tightly.

Curious, you lean slightly forward and play with his nipples.

Taehyung squeaks and arches his back. He drops his arm, head rolling to the side so he can lick his own skin. His muscles are bulging, his tongue is so pink in comparison to his honey skin. His pits are exposed like this. All natural and masculine. What a fucking view. This is changing you.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

You want to get him there. Watching his orgasm is the one thing you need to reach your own. You massage and pinch his nipples, tightening around him because you are getting very close yourself.

“Holding out for so long, I’m so proud of you.”

“Mistress please.”

“Don’t stop on my account. Be a good boy.”

Taehyung swears that he blacks out for a second. He takes your left hand and presses it over his mouth, muffling the uncontrollable yelp you force out of him. His thick, hot orgasm shoots up into you. His cock throbs and twitches.

“Good boy, such a good boy. Give me your pinnacle”, you encourage him.

Lead by only one thing, pleasure, Taehyung thrusts up. Hard and rough.

“Beloved, now”, you whimper, dropping your head as your own high hits you. You love sex with him so much.

“Kiss me please”, he drags you down, rutting up into you as you orgasm around him. The kisses you share are sloppy and wet.

You could do this forever.

But alas a human orgasm only lasts this long and your muscles finally give up on you afterwards.

“Ah shit.”

You drop onto him, lying on him in frog position. Your face is pressed to his neck, your heart beats just as quickly as his’.

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” He hugs you. “What the fuck?”

This was better than you imagined it. You feel high, drunk and soaked in endorphins.

And also, very tired, spent and sore. Your hips are starting to cramp up.

“I am going to cramp.” You sit up and attempt to climb off his legs. You squeeze his orgasm out of you accidentally, knees shaking so much that you collide with the floor rather clumsily.

“Shit, fuck. Sorry. Ouch.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Just made a mess. O-oh no my legs are weak, I cannot get up.”

Taehyung laughs breathily, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“Fuck.” He smiles so bright. “You’re seriously insane.”

You snicker and settle on your elbow, facing him sideways. You love him so much.

“I don’t think I can walk in the near future.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

You rub his stomach, making him drop his arm and look at you. You wipe his past tears, grinning at him proudly.

“What the fuck did you do this for?” he asks.

“Just so. Why?”

“I wanted to scream.”

“Oh? Wow, I had hoped that you would. I’m happy.”

“I’m not, I’m in shock.”

You snicker, “was it really this good?”

“Yes. Where did you learn to move like this?” he asks, barely keeping his eyes open. If he was any less obsessed with your face, he would have already closed them. But alas he does not want to miss out on anything.

“I went to Lady Inna and she showed me.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I asked her to.”

“Why??”

“Because you always make me feel so good and I wanted to return the favour.”

“Oh.” His face becomes beet red.

The view makes you laugh and cradle his face so you can kiss it everywhere.

“You are adorable. Do I fluster you, beloved?”

“Yeah, so much”, he sighs, heart beating in his giddy chest. He loves being adored. “And you arouse me like no other.”

Your gaze softens, “yeah? What did you like the most?”

“Apart from everything? When you leaned back and arched your back.”

“Lady Inna said that you would like that.” You kiss his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest. “When I ride you again, you could try playing with my clit.”

“Hot. You are so hot. Oh gods, you’re going to make me want to go again.”

You laugh and kiss him.

“Your hunger must wait. If I used my legs right now, they would fall off. Look.” You show him how they shake with the slightest movement.

“You are going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“Most definitely, but it was worth it. I had so much fun.”

“Me too.” He rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. “I’m so happy that you are so comfortable with sex these days.”

You lie down, facing him in the same position.

“Me too. I feel so free when I’m with you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“But also you have to be less free. What you did right now should be illegal. Wow”, he jokes and pretends to faint, making you laugh loudly.

“Never. You created a monster that is insatiable, so feed me”, you say and snuggle into him, burying him halfway under you

Which is perfectly fine for him. Taehyung is exactly where he wants to be.

“And there is nothing I can do to still the hunger?”

“Nothing. Especially looking like this, you royal banquet you”, you say and bite him playfully.

Taehyung giggles, heart bursting in his chest. He loves being adored.

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[mikrokookiex]

Hii do you know any unrequited love jungkook fics?

Unrequited love, Jungkook Recs

⤷ ゛Broken Hearts and Stormy Nights by @jiminsafairy ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛Wanna be yours by @cupidsbling ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛Siren Sounds by @bonzoirparis ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛Second Best by @jjkarmy091 ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛An Ode to a Broken Heart by @smoochkooks ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛Perhaps Love by @mangowillow ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛All That Glitters by @aquagustd ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛His Service by @venusjeon ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛Doe Eyes by @vynmin ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛My Lucky Star by @jiminsafairy ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛My Love Is Here by @solemnreads ˎˊ˗

divider by ❝ @uzmacchiato ❞ | happy reading.

[solemnreads]

yaaay, my bby of a story, thank you for recommending it!! i’m glad everyone still enjoys it until now! happy 3 years to My Love Is Here!

[milk-moonbunnies]

Bed Rest [Jungkook x reader]

A/N: GUYS, I HAD THE WORST BIT OF WRITER'S BLOCK. IT WAS TORTURE [I'm not even kidding], but then I dove into my notes app and was able to revive this into something so yay!

Synopsis: When JK realizes you're overworking yourself, he orders some bed rest, and he isn't above convincing you it's what's best for you.

[Requested]

Warnings: mdni, 18+, nerd! JK, established relationship, college! au, a little fluff, fingering, oral (f rec.), soft boyfriend! JK, praise, pussydrunk! JK, banter, gamer! JK, pet names (baby), etc

WC: 2.6K +

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

If you ask a gamer why they game, they will most likely say it relaxes them.

Then, within minutes, you would find them slamming the keys on their keyboard, exclaiming profanities either into a mic or into the void as an array of colors flashed across their monitor. Their jaw would clench, their eyes would widen to take everything in, and their shoulders would tense as they rapidly clicked on the mouse to move their character across the screen.

Or, that's what Jungkook did when you lounged on his bed in the dorms. You had come over the moment you ended your shift at your part-time job, taking only a moment to shower and change before you found yourself at Jungkook's door like you normally did. It had become a routine of yours since you two started dating. You spent less and less time at your own place and took a liking to lounging at your boyfriend's, where you could sleep in his bed and eat his food while you caught up on your latest assignments for your classes.

More of your stuff littered in between Jungkook's. Two toothbrushes sat in a cup inside the bathroom, a drawer was dedicated to your panties and bras, and your bunny slippers matched Jungkook's at the foot of the door leading into the dorm room.

Jungkook was lucky enough not to have any roommates this year, and with the amount of time you were spending at his, it would be inevitable that you two would probably find an apartment the following year - and you hoped it would be one with thicker walls from the way your boyfriend would shout for a "healer" in between battles.

Jungkook was a total nerd.

He wore glasses, had anime posters on his walls, and collected figurines like they were going out of style. Your favorite was a Spiderman one that he propped to hang upside down over the lamp on his desk. It was your little companion as you formed your research paper through a late night that would probably bleed into your weekend, and you couldn't help but look at it now and then between squinting at your laptop as you tried not to bang your head on the wooden desk in defeat.

You were so far gone in your head that you hadn't even realized your boyfriend wasn't yelling into his mic anymore.

"You good, Baby?"

You blinked the bleariness away from your eyes, twisting in the chair to face your boyfriend's second desk area with belated reaction. "Huh?" Your brain felt mushy and not in the good kind of way when Jungkook made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your nails scratched into his back for mercy. Instead, you blinked a few more times to focus on your boyfriend with soft eyes. "Oh, uh, yeah? I'm just working on Volkov's assignment."

Your hum isn't convincing, and your eyes drift over Jungkook slowly, taking in your boyfriend's fluffy hair, his glasses sitting on the small dip in his nose, and the glint of his lip piercing, which his tongue plays with when he tries to concentrate. He was wearing a baggy black sweatshirt with matching sweatpants, and he paired them with the pink bunny slippers you had bought as a joke, which he wore religiously when you showed him you had gotten yourself a pair to match.

"Take a break, you've been at it for hours now." You blinked again, slowly registering that he was telling the truth. Your eyes flickered to the clock at his bedside table, and you couldn't even pretend to be shocked that it had been five hours. This also meant Jungkook had been on a game for the same amount of time, too. "You know what, on the bed. Lay down."

Jungkook wouldn't even allow you to come up with an excuse as to why you should continue studying - he simply stood from his desk, his chunky headphones covering one ear, the mic pointing up to the ceiling, letting you know he was muted. "Koo-"

"No, go lie down." He helped you get up, grabbing you by the hands like you wouldn't make it on your own, and practically pushed you onto his full bed, making you huff. You could see the countdown on his monitor even from here as he kept his back to it, shoving a Bakugo plushy in your direction. He was switching to League of Legends if you remembered correctly, and you could hear muffled chatter coming from his headphones, letting you know he was playing with the boys.

"Koo, I can tuck myself in." You rolled your eyes affectionately but made no move to genuinely stop his actions as he pulled a soft blanket over you.

"Behave, and I promise to reward you after this game."

You rolled your eyes again, 'after this game,' usually was code for the next three games, and you kept quiet as Jungkook gave you a dazzling smile, kissing your forehead before bounding back over to his gaming chair. You watched him, beyond amused as he looked at you one more time with a grin before turning back to his monitor. Then he pushed his mic down, immediately talking trash to Jin as the monitor counted down from ten.

-

When Jungkook wakes you, you don't even realize you fell asleep until you hear him calling your name softly. "See, I knew you needed a break."

Your lips curved into a pout, your eyes squinting as you took in your boyfriend standing over you with a smirk. He wasn't wearing headphones anymore, but his monitors were still up, showing a moving background of cherry blossoms falling from a tree. "What time is it?" Your eyes moved to the clock, and you blinked at the time staring back at you. You slept for three hours.

"I ordered some takeout, by the way." Your gaze flickered back to Jungkook, and your lips twitched into a knowing smile.

"Chen's Garden?" It was the local Chinese restaurant nearest to your campus, and also one of your favorites. You were already imagining the fried rice and mandu you could eat as you continued your paper, but it was like Jungkook could read your mind.

"No, no paper - you're taking a break."

"I took a break! I napped. You made me nap!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and you followed his actions, crossing your arms defiantly.

"Your body made you nap, not me- don't be stubborn."

"Don't be bossy-"

"I'm not-" You tried to get up, and Jungkook cut himself off to push you back down. "Stay down. Relax, you're working too hard."

"Look, bossy." You huffed, and Jungkook narrowed his eyes, wiggling his nose at you.

"Fine, I'm bossy, but I will tie you down if I need to. Your paper can wait one day." Jungkook didn't even give you the chance to rebut; he simply climbed into bed with you, caging you between him and the mattress. His hands rested on either side of your head, and his hips nestled between your legs, making your cheeks flush as he gave you another smirk. "Don’t be stubborn, be good for me."

That simple little instruction seemed to short-circuit your brain. Any resistance you previously had was replaced with thoughts of the last time your boyfriend told you that you were good for him. You lowkey hated how easily his words could affect you. Your eyelashes fluttered as you gave another pout.

"You know you're going to have to get off me at some point to grab the takeout," you mumbled, and Jungkook huffed a laugh. He could see the color darkening in your cheeks, and that you were no longer meeting his eyes as you moved your gaze just over his shoulder.

"Yeah? I think I still have time to convince you to follow my orders, though."

"Your orders?" You echoed and felt a little pool of warmth begin to form in your lower stomach. You were acutely aware that Jungkook was still crowded over you, his hips keeping your legs open as he looked down at you with a grin.

"Yeah, plus I still haven't rewarded you for behaving earlier-" His face came closer, his eyes flickering to your lips as he hummed. "Do you want your reward?" His lips were so close to yours, you could feel your own lips tingle, the need for more heating you up as you nodded your head dumbly with a soft mumble.

"What's my reward?"

Jungkook doesn't answer you with words; instead, his lips press into yours, and all your thoughts melt as his body sinks into you - keeping you trapped. He kisses you like it's the first time, or like it'll be the last, his head tilting, deepening your kiss until you're clutching onto him as if he might leave. But he would never. Not when your body reacts to him so well, you're already mindlessly tugging on his sweatshirt, your thighs squeezing his hips as he coaxes you to open your mouth with his tongue.

His groan earns a whine from you, and his hips roll forward to grind his hardening cock against your covered pussy, jumbling your thoughts again as he begins to kiss down your neck with slow fervor.

He makes you forget about your paper, about college, about your job, and everything else - you're unable to focus on anything but the hitch in his breath as he grinds into you with slow rolls that make you feel how much you affect him as he does to you.

His lips suck just under your earlobe, his tongue wetting the skin and making you arch prettily for him, just as his hands slide under your shirt to map the way your body curves as his teeth brand a love bite into your skin. “Don’t want to get up now, do you?” He mumbles, and your head falls back into the pillows as he pushes your shirt up, exposing your pretty tits.

If you normally spent the weekend at his, you did so comfortably, foregoing the bra, and usually wearing just one of his old t-shirts unless you two left his dorm. It made it easy access for him to touch, to admire, and most importantly, to kiss whenever he wanted to, and right now? He really wanted to.

His head dips, and his hand sneaks around your waist and up your back to arch you up to his hungry mouth. He groans the same time you gasp as his wet tongue swirls one of your nipples into his warm mouth, sucking on it until you are tingling all the way down to your pussy.

“Jungkook- mmmph!” Your moans get breathier the more his mouth stays on you, making new waves of your arousal seep between your thighs.

He takes his time to suck while his hands slide down your waist and under your thighs, spreading you open while he moves to give your other breast the same attention. When he’s satisfied, he gives you a lazy grin while your eyes gloss over, and he leans back down to give you another sweet kiss.

“Stay in bed with me, and I’ll make it worth your while, Baby.” He murmurs, and you wonder how you got such a hot nerd until you see just how much his ears burn red, reminding you he’s still the same man who stuttered when he first talked to you.

The duality makes your head spin, and you don’t notice that he’s dragging your shorts and panties down your legs until his shoulders rest between your thighs and his eyes sparkle as he takes in your pretty pussy up close.

“JK-“ your words fail the moment his tongue parts your puffy folds with a long stroke, stopping just at your clit to make your brain fog up and your mouth drop. But it’s JK who moans first, hot and heavy as your slick coats his tongue. You’re sweet and addictive, as always, and his eyes roll when your hand finds the back of his head to pull him closer to your drooling cunt.

“Yeah, keep saying my name-“ He mumbled, his voice muffled by the fat of your thighs. He dives his tongue in deeper, spreading your lips to get a better taste of your arousal, and making your head tilt back to face the ceiling.

One of your hands stays curled in his dark hair, keeping him to you, even though you are sure you’ll have to be the one to pull him off you soon enough, and the other clutches the Bakugo plushie you forgot you had been holding in your sleep as the room fills with the sounds of your moans and Jungkook’s sloppy kisses to your cunt.

Jungkook gets drunk off your pussy easily, the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around his tongue as you whine his name is enough to make his hips press down onto the mattress underneath him. And there had been a few occasions he’d cum untouched, just like this, as your thighs squeezed his head and your hips rolled up to his hungry mouth. But today, he plans to last longer, wanting to keep you in his bed while he makes sure you relax.

Each whimper and whine he pulls out of you has his cock splurting a few gooey wads of his precum onto his boxers, which he ruts against his bed, unwilling to part from your glossy cunt as he suck, slurps, and kisses himself pussydrunk between your thighs. Soon enough, his tongue swirls around your clit, writing out his name while his fingers sink into your entrance, stretching you all the way down to the knuckle with ease.

When his fingertips caress the familiar spongey spot inside your wet channel, your vision whitens, and your moans grow louder - just as Jungkook wants. He focuses on it with a mean precision, working your orgasm faster so that it makes your cries of his name choke off into wet gurgles as your eyes cross lewdly.

"Just like in the hentais," He smirks, and the lower half of his face gleams with your sweet slick like a badge of honor. "C'mon, pretty girl, want you to cum for me." He coos, and he stuffs you with a third finger, reducing you into a blabbering mess as he leans his head back down to flick his tongue on your pulsing clit - matching the pace of his fingers thrusting into you.

And it's all you need to fall apart. Your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open and the warmth in your stomach bursts, gushing your orgasm onto your boyfriend's waiting tongue with a squeal. Your thighs tremble throughout it all, and Jungkook's head gets squished between them as he continues to fuck you. His fingers feel every squeeze of your velvety walls, and your clit gets lapped by his fat tongue until you push on his forehead to get him off your sensitive cunt.

That's when he finally lets you go, grinning like your slick wasn't dripping down his chin as you tried to catch your breath.

With perfect timing, a knock is heard, and Jungkook is licking his lips as he gets off the bed. "That's the takeout. You stay here, I'll grab the food, and we can eat in bed, okay?" Jungkook talks to you as the ringing in your ears slowly subsides, and he flashes you another beaming smile as he squeezes your ankle affectionately. "And then after we eat, I'm going to fuck you- then you really won't be leaving my bed until tomorrow morning."

You don't even have time to respond, only noticing a dark stain blooming on his black sweatpants as he bounds out of the bedroom to grab the food as he planned.

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in the frame (final act.) ✮⋆˙

synopsis: your skills as a videographer gets put to the test when your friend, who happens to be in the same profession, falls victim to double-booking. problem is, you only specialized in weddings, not adult films. despite your initial reluctance, you take the job. cue the lights … you meet jeon jungkook, a pornstar, on set — in his world. you just never expected him to play a part in yours.

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x wedding videographer!fem reader

wc: 21.1k

genre: s2l, pornstar au, smut, angst, fluff

cw: slice of life, miscommunication, anxiety, fear of future, inaccurate adult filming industry discourse/depiction, jk had a tough time at work, mentions of injuries, tension, yearning, angsty confrontation, alcohol consumption, confessions, fluffy moments, 18+ ONLY, oral (f&m), rimming (f receiving), nipple play, fingering, cum eating, jk watches pix, protected sex, accidental orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes, aftercare

a/n: finally here!! 😛🎉 as always, enjoy~

masterlist | prologue | act i. | act ii. | act iii.

Is a glass of water half-full or half-empty?

You observe the glass, hoping for a revelation or answer — a good distraction from your miscalculations all evening; well, miscalculations in the duration of meeting Jeon Jungkook. Tucking yourself further into your small couch, the corners of your lips tug at the reminder of the boy. The icy glass cools your hot skin, which still remembers the flames he left you surrounded in on the dancefloor.

And those eyes — his always spoke to you without words. 

Eyes smitten and playful all evening, you can’t forget how they morphed into fear and panic when you finally moved on the pathway he laid out for you. Were you wrong to assume he wanted more with you?

“Ah, so stupid.” You slam your eyes shut at the memory, shame heats your cheeks at his rejection — at another loss you’ll need to process on your own. Loss, after loss, after loss. It wears on your bones, empties your soul just like how you empty the glass of water clutched in your hand.

Didn’t matter whether your glass was ‘half-full or half-empty,’ the water will eventually be consumed. Jungkook had a way of overfilling your glass with an abundance of hope; however, you later found out the glass you shared with Jungkook contained holes and eventually left you empty.

No one leaves you empty like Jungkook does. 

Sitting up higher on your couch, you dig your lower back into your armrest, wanting to feel some form of support.

Maybe you should’ve stayed and taken the water Jungkook offered. Wake you up from that drunken state and snap you out of your innermost desires for your friend. You’d probably go as far as blaming the alcohol and the night would’ve just ended from there.

Probably would’ve been a better alternative than pathetically running away. Then again, there was no way you were going to last another second in the venue — not after the way he pulled away.

You know it’s rude to leave in the middle of the party. Can’t even bear looking at your phone since ordering a cab outside the club, opting to place it on silent afterwards. Now, the phone rests heavily on your kitchen counter, begging to be checked on.

You should text him. Tell him you’re safe and use indigestion as an excuse for your abrupt departure — no one would ever find fault in that reason. Another pang of anxiety holds you back from touching your phone. What if he didn’t bother checking on you? Upset with your bad habit of leaving? 

He has all the rights to.

Setting your feet into your house slippers, you’re thankful for the flat cushion after a night of dancing in heels. Bathroom first, then you’ll text Jungkook. The order of events seemed the most logical and definitely not your way of avoiding the inevitable. It’s a solid plan—

You jolt at the series of knocks against your door. Although your building was relatively safe, living alone had its downsides, especially at this hour. The grip on your glass changes and you ready yourself for self-defense. 

Best case scenario? A ding-dong ditcher. Worst? Nope. You don’t want your mind wandering there. 

One eye closed, you peer through the peephole.

The fisheye effect warps your vision, but you could easily make out the person standing facing away from your doorway. The dangly, silver five-hooped earrings were a dead giveaway to your visitor. Felt them graze the top of your hand every time he tilted his head in your touch. Felt them when you wrapped your hands at the base of his nape. They glimmered prettily under the club lights, but they look nearly dull now under your complex’s standard lightbulbs. 

He’s a few steps away, pacing, looking anywhere but your door as if it was the most offensive piece of object … as if your home was the most deplorable place he could be at right now.

And it should be. He should be at his party celebrating his wins and accomplishments, surrounded by people who love and care for him — not on shame’s breeding grounds. Shame nearly has you running to hide underneath your covers, hoping he’d leave if you refused to answer. Rather than give into shame’s call for isolation, your fingers flick the locks and wrap around the doorknob.

“Jungkook?” 

He’s still turned away from you, pacing back and forth in your building’s hallway. No longer styled how it was in the beginning of the night, his hair looks to be run through … whether it be by him or a stranger. 

Couldn’t be you.

Your mouth parts, words lodged in your throat, but you manage to utter, “What are you doing here?”

He lets out a breath. So unstable, you could feel the restraint in his action but he stops in his tracks, head tilting up at the ceiling to will the words.

“Why do you keep doing that?” His voice raises, back still turned to you.

You frown, looking around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity. Definitely not at this hour. Your neighbors should be asleep, which is why you don’t want to make a scene outside your home.

“Jungkook—”

Suddenly, harshly, his back shifts and his body whips around, “Why do you keep leaving me? Is that all you know how to do?” 

You’re standing face to face with his wide eyes and desperate furrowed brows. The hand raking through his hair only showcasing more of the distress forming on his forehead.

Your mind flashes back to your meeting at the milestone party. There was nothing wrong with your departure at that time. A small, but selfish part of you, doesn’t think you were at total fault for tonight’s departure either. 

“Jungkook … please,” you stammer, eyes drifting down to your feet. 

“I-I don’t fucking get it, Pix. I just–”

“Can you come inside?” You ask, looking around once more. And although Jungkook hasn’t made far enough noises to warrant a complaint, you’d rather talk inside the privacy of your home. “We can talk in here. Please?” You plead in a small whisper.

Jaw clenched as he looks at you and over the threshold of your home, he nods.

Citrus, with no more lingering scent of cigarettes, wafts past you. Even if he was upset with you, he’s still respectful in your home as he toes off his shoes at the entryway. He exhales through his nose, finally turning to face you. His jaw ticks, eyes bloodshot for multiple reasons but he’ll blame the alcohol and not the exhaustion of looking for you. 

You can’t meet his eyes, can’t even bring yourself to speak in the comforts of your home.

“You keep doing this.” His voice cracks.

“I-I,” Your own voice wavers at his statement, you fight the lump in your throat as you lie, “wasn’t feeling well—”

“Cut the bullshit.” 

You frown, having never seen Jungkook speak nor act this way towards you. He extends patience and understanding towards you like an additional limb on his body; perhaps, you’ve tested them enough tonight. Still, your own emotions come out just as unsteady and unreasonable.

“You’re being unfair.” You croak.

“I’ve been anything but that, Pix.” He retracts his head, brows furrowed. “You’re the one that left. Like you always do when things don’t go your way.”

Your brows pull together, unable to mask the hurt at the accusation. “What did you expect me to do? You—” Your bottom lip trembles.

“What?” He takes a step forward and you’re once again engulfed in his overbearing scent. The action stunts your train of thoughts, and for a split second, you think he’s almost just as affected.

You’re tired of going in circles, chasing but also running away from what appears to be your own desires.

“You led me on all night.” Voice small, Jungkook nearly misses what you say. 

His frustration morphs into surprise, then guilt at the sudden forwardness of your words.

“I …” His eyes widen at the realization as he chews on the inside of his cheeks. He shakes his head, denying the allegations. “I didn’t.”

“But you did.” You walk past him, lower back leaning against the kitchen island. Arms crossed, you don’t miss how Jungkook’s eyes drop to your breasts pushed together. His throat bobs, hands twitching on his sides as he tries to rack up an appropriate response.

“We were dancing. Having fun.” He reasons. “That’s all.”

Friends don’t dance the way you both did tonight; their touches don’t burn. They don’t leave the party after being deserted from a dodged kiss on the dance floor. They sure as hell don’t stare at you like you’re made of stardust. 

“Okay.” As if whatever happened in the last couple of hours could be reduced to ‘just dancing.’

His throat emits a low growl, patience once again tested. “Why’d you leave?”

Truthfully? There was no alternate reality where you’d stay after his rejection.

Your crossed arms drop to your sides, throat tightening to keep the contents in your stomach from hurling out. You can’t bear the truth, which seems to point at the fact Jungkook has moved on and there’s no more room for you in his life and heart. 

He’s left you behind.

Jungkook fills in the silence with the same words circling in your head, slipping from his mouth now directed at you with an ache you’ve done your best to forget. “You’ve moved on.”

Your face falls, having spent months trying to forget him through hobbies, friends, and even another person, only to find out … nothing’s worked.

Unable to meet his eyes, you mutter, “I had to.” 

“I know.” He says, “I know that.”

The filter on your fish tank acts as a buffer for the silence stretched in the small distance.

“You’ve moved on, too.” You don’t mention the woman you saw in his apartment lobby, too afraid of the confirmation that he has indeed moved on.

He lets out a shuddering breath, head hung low. “I tried, okay? I really did.”

Something within you shatters at his revelation. It hurts to be right, and it hurts more knowing no one was at fault in the aftermath of a heartbreak. 

He drags his hand down his face, fighting the drunken exhaustion and confusion. “Things got better, I swear. But then I see you and I’m just reminded …”

“Of what?” You ask.

He stays quiet. So different than the man who was just outside your door ready to scorn the world. You wonder how he has kept his composure during the times of your silence when all you want to do right now is shout for an answer, resolution … or ending. What was left after this? Was there another title after being demoted to friends?

… Strangers?

You don’t wait for his answer, choosing to fill the gaps of the conversation with your reality. “You don’t tell me about your life anymore. Like … like, I’m some sort of afterthought learning all these things about you after the fact.” Tears falling freely, you sniff and palm away the moisture on your cheeks.

“Pix–”

“Why did you push me away?” From his life, from the kiss … no clarification needed — it all bleeds together anyway. “Did I misunderstand?”

“Pix.” He repeats, eyes crestfallen and exhausted. “You’re with someone, there’s no way I would do that to you–”

“I’m not with him anymore.”

He pauses, drawing in a sharp breath. “Still doesn’t make it right.” Despite his words, you recognize a faint glint in his eyes.

Of course he becomes the voice of reason when this conversation shouldn’t exist among supposed friends. Now it’s your turn to stay quiet, too ashamed for further humiliation and rejection.

“All I do is remember you, Pix. All I find myself doing is thinking of you. Could never stop even if I wanted to.” He shakes his head. Your stomach sinks, an uncomfortable mass lodged in your throat as you process his words. “And I’m so tired of having to remember you.” He looks at you with so much anguish, wishing and begging for you to end this turmoil. 

“Jungkook …”

“I still think about the night at the hotel.” He continues, jaw clenched to stop the trembles. “And I feel so guilty.”

You shake your head vehemently. “You never once did anything I didn’t want to do.”

“I knew you couldn’t be with me, but I still pushed for more. It was selfish of me and I—”

“I’ve always wanted you, Jungkook,” you sob. “You never gave me the chance to make things work.”

Your hands cover your face as you heave into your palms, moist from your tears and breath. Jungkook tilts his head up at the ceiling, furiously blinking away the stray tears he thought he had swore away on the cab ride over to your place.

The buzzing travels up from your fingers to the back of your head. Your body convulses from your silent sobs, mind numbing from all the fog and confusion. Like a bee, refusing to leave you alone, you want to cower away from the source of noise. The buzzing continues for another fifteen seconds, too loud even when neither of you utter a word. It’s impossible to avoid when the buzzing happens from within. How do you remedy this? How do you run away? How, how, how—

The buzzing stops.

Zapped away by a strong pair of arms, the bees stop swarming in your mind, all honeyed scent — all citrus consuming your senses.

Jungkook holds you and it’s the closest thing to the security of your home. Possibly better. Home shelters you from the brewing storm, and as you cry into the expanse of Jungkook’s chest, he holds you tighter, chin resting on the top of your head.

“What are we even doing?” Jungkook mumbles against your hair, voice hoarse and tired.

You inhale into your hands and answer honestly, “I don’t know.” 

He swallows, breathing you in, “I hate this.”

Your heart crumbles again. Was this it? Has to be. He’s finally done and wants nothing to do with you anymore.

Instead of his warmth departing from your body like you’ve grown used to, he holds you tighter.

“I fucked everything up.” He says. “I messed you up, and I’m trying to do right by you, I swear, but I–”

His words are cut off with your arms around his waist. Face pressed into his chest, your tears became another source of darkness on his grey shirt, but neither of you cared. 

“You didn’t mess anything up.” You heave. Months passed, things changed. Time was a marker for healing and forgetting old wounds; though, there were just some things — some people — you can’t and don’t want to forget. 

“I missed you so much, Pix.”

You pull back a little to look at his face. Hurt and longing never needed a competition and there’s no winner when both of you were wounded in the process. The frame had always been a little unfocused and hard to decipher, but you’re both in view now.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” You confess.

He blinks twice, hand now coming to cup your wet cheek. Ache and remorse stretches over his face at the time lost in the absence of one another. He needs to be honest, barring out the truth if there was even a possibility to start anew. 

“I can’t promise perfection, P.” He admits, scared and worried for this potential dealbreaker. 

“I never asked for perfection.” You shake your head, breath finally coming out even. Pausing, you let the reality of your recent failures sink in, “I just got out of something and I don’t know if I’m any good, but I wanna figure things out with you — do things properly. Please give me time.” Please give us time.

You both loosen your hold on one another, but maintain your gazes as your hands finally intertwine. The hold is weak, full of uncertainty of the future, but you push forward, “Please?” You ask again, heart in your hands — no, heart in his hands. You pray and hope he handles it with care. He has all the power to do the opposite, turning your heart to cold steel for the next poor soul.

He doesn’t, though — can’t imagine anyone but him holding your heart with delicate hands if you allow him to. 

Jungkook’s always wondered when the world would bend for him; yet, he’s got the world in his arms right now willing to bend for his sake. 

He nods and the night bleeds into the morning as you and Jungkook sit on your small couch to catch up, mending lost time with one another. The hours of bitterness leading up to this moment was well worth it after you finally taste the hint of sweetness lodged behind his growing smiles. The catch up bounces back between idle chatters to late night secrets until you both settle into the mundane and content.

“Group work is the worst, P. Avoid it at all costs.” He recounts the number of times his classmates let him down on a project this past semester.

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Why’d you think I run this business alone?”

“Smart girl.” He grins, and your body warms from the small compliment. 

A natural silence fills you both at this time, between the chuckles and stares. You think you could get used to this. A new norm knowing you both want to start over with an agreed upon future. The two glasses of water on your coffee table gets refilled throughout the night, but sits empty now. 

Yet, you’re both so full. 

And you realize no one’s replenishing the glass the way Jungkook does. Around your imaginary glass filled with holes, Jungkook always does his best to cover and mend them.

“I’m sorry for not keeping you posted on my life.” Jungkook says, knees brushing against yours. “I was trying to figure things out on my own.” He leaves out the part where he wanted to reach out for your opinion, opting to struggle by himself.

“Could’ve reached out to me. I wouldn’t have minded.”

He nods, lips pursed debating his next words.

“What?” You ask, eyes heavy from exhaustion, but you don’t want to miss a single second with your special boy.

“Mm, nothing.” His trademark dimples make an appearance when he hides away a playful smile.

“Come on,” you push, “Tell me.”

He laughs softly, lips pulling to an embarrassed smile, “Wanted you to notice me, so I …”

Your eyes narrow, doing your best to piece together the meaning of his words. Something finally clicks as you lean back against your couch. You’d never peg someone like Jeon Jungkook to do things out of spite or attention, but you suppose love has a way of making people do stupid things.

This was love, right?

“I know. Stupid and immature.” He shakes his head.

“It worked.” You shrug, returning his sheepish smile. He interlaces his fingers with you, relaxed knowing you had been trying to keep up with his life in secret. 

He smiles, but shortly after dips a little at his next musing, “Classes have really taken up a lot of my time. I haven’t been able to work as much, but I still take on projects every month or so.”

Your expression falters a little, guilt filling your system as he relays this information. You nod, head leaning to rest on his shoulder.

“Does it bother you?” He asks another forward question. He doesn’t sound as uncertain as he did months ago in the hotel, courage coming as he knows your inevitable answer. 

“A little.” You admit.

You’ll get used to this just as Jungkook needs to get used to this too — that sometimes he will disappoint and hurt. Your acceptance isn’t a form of a bandaid over a reopened wound; instead, allowing the healing process to take on whatever form is needed. Eventually a scar tissue will rise over the persistent lesion, granting you the chance to perform better this time around.

Around 5 a.m. your sleepy eyes fight to stay open as you watch Jungkook put on his shoes. He stands up, eyes heavy but with so much anticipation. Realizes the moment the door shuts behind him, he’ll be left anticipating the next time he’ll be graced with your company again.

He comes close, and with a soft exhale through his nose, he presses his lips to your forehead. Breath fanning over, his voice is low and gravelly on your skin, “See ya, Pix.”

Life with Jungkook, again, is ever soft and changing. The effort is there, the pace of the relationship slow as it should be. Jungkook’s main focus is school now and you’re there to support him along the way. You come over to work while he’s studying or in virtual lectures.

He wants you close. Giving you access to his apartment by creating your personalized finger scan into his home. You also give him a spare key to your place, prompted by a recent out of the city wedding you had to attend and no one else was available to feed Gum and Bubba.

On his large couch, you sit on the opposite end as you answer email inquiries. Wedding season’s peaking again and no matter how busy you may get, you’re never too busy for Jungkook. Nothing stops Jungkook from remaining close to you — not even his overly large couch. He’s never too far, wanting your legs slung over his lap as he listens to his lecture through his headphones. His hands mindlessly massage the bottom of your soles, knowing exactly where you’re most sensitive and tired after a long weekend of being on your feet.

You aren’t quite lovers, but you definitely are not just friends. What you’re building with Jungkook takes time. Lots of failing and hard days, but there are just as many and if more, softer and gentler days where you’re reminded this was all worth it.

Things move as they intend to. Like your slow evening walks, shared hot meals, and camera shutters when Jungkook needs to work on his portfolio or an assignment for class. He tags along with you on a couple of weddings to keep you company, inevitably revealing to you that weddings aren’t his thing. It’s good to be honest with these truths — one less field he’d find himself dipping with in the world of photography. But no matter his contempt, he likes being where you’re at. 

His lecture finishes and he closes his laptop on his table, leaning back as he rests his eyes after realizing how long he’s been on the computer. Sure, school was difficult, but it was structured — no surprises. Just an obligation he willingly signed up for. 

You don’t look up from your laptop, speaking as you type up a response to an inquiry, “What’s on your mind?”

He debates sharing his predicament, hands haven’t stopped his ministrations on your feet as if you were his version of a stress-ball. You breathe through your nose when he hits a particular pressure point.

“I have to go to work next weekend.” He sighs, working on your other foot now. “I’m tired.”

“Can you decline or postpone?” You look up, blue light from your screen bouncing back to your face. 

He shakes his head. “Can’t. I signed a two-parter contract a while back and this is the last installment.”

You close your laptop, feet swinging down to touch his fluffy carpet rug as you scoot closer to him. You were aware contracts and waiver forms existed to protect a business and their clients. In Jungkook’s case, the production he signed with was protecting their assets and securing their future projects. It’s a little demoralizing to view Jungkook as an asset, but that’s how business worked. He had to fulfill his duties to avoid legal penalties.

You lean in and it’s a familiar sight Jungkook’s grown fond of these couple of weeks: cheek squished on his shoulder, you look up with reassuring eyes. ‘It’ll be okay.’

Slowly, you’ve grown to manage the unease of his work, ache returning similar to tides crashing onto land. Sometimes the waves hit stronger than anticipated, but smaller and more manageable tides come ashore.

“Just one day, and it’ll be over soon. Then you’ll be free to focus on your exams afterwards, hm?” You soothe, setting the scenario to make the finish line easier to visualize.

“Yeah.” He grunts, not completely relaxed at the idea of having to do something he doesn’t particularly want to, but a job was a job.

“Hey,” you sit up higher, “is there anything I can do to make it better?”

Shouldn’t have offered that because there’s probably a number of things Jungkook can list off the top of his head. His tongue grows heavy in his mouth at the mere idea of having anything he wanted from you. 

“Something sweet?” You suggest, brows wiggling up and down.

“Right now?” Declining was never in the books when it came to desserts.

You shake your head with a small laugh, “Whenever you’re done with the project. I can bring something after.”

“Okay, Pix. I’d love that.” His hand holds yours. “Surprise me.”

Nights were always spent like this until it was time for one of you to leave. He walks you to your car, waving at the kind receptionist on the way out to the guest parking lot. No longer embraced in summer’s sweltering heat, fall’s brisk air hits your cheeks when you both step out the complex. You never needed an excuse to press your body closer to Jungkook’s side, hand lodged deep in his coat pocket.

“Bye.” You whisper, tippy-toeing as you press a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger on his cold skin just a little longer.

The grip around your hands tighten as he fights off the intrusive thoughts of wishing for your lips to move over any expanse of his skin. There’s no need to deny the fact of having impure thoughts of you … had always been the case whether or not you were with him. It doesn’t help when you press your body closer to his, testing the boundaries of your new relationship with each other. Though, the test always stops where it is needed. 

Passing the test, he gulps, “Text me when you get home, ‘kay?”

“I will.”

Five hours of work and he’ll be free. Considering the masses need to work on average an eight hour shift and sometimes more, Jungkook is fortunate for his work hours to salary ratio. Still not easy doing what he does especially since he isn’t in the right headspace at the moment and school’s been eating up his time — a love-hate relationship when it comes to being in a new learning environment. 

He’s been reevaluating a lot these days, wondering how he’ll juggle his profession with school. And when he finds himself thinking too much of the possibilities, he forces himself to run from those thoughts of quitting everything all together. 

In those difficult moments, thinking about you helps calm his nerves about the future and he feels himself landing back on reality. Not everything needs an immediate answer or decision; moreover, he’s allowed to make mistakes. Much like your relationship with him, the ambiguity doesn’t make him run for the hills anymore. Although you and Jungkook don’t currently have any labels for what you are now, there isn't any uncertainty in his devotion towards you.

He checks his bathroom mirror one more time, piercings taken out because today’s shoot may be a little more physically demanding and he isn’t keen on risking any additional injuries like he had sustained in the first shoot. He signed up for the project on a whim because … well, at the time the money and deal seemed decent. BDSM isn’t something he dabbled a lot in on both the receiving or giving end. However, around the same time he signed the contract, he was still grieving the relationship with you and in need of a distraction — something to make him feel again no matter how painful or rigorous to the body. 

After the first shoot, he needed at least two weeks of rest … both mentally and physically. He isn’t fond of his co-star — Jungkook still remembers the numbers the man did to his body despite signaling his discomfort. 

Locking his door, he makes his way to the elevator. The doors open to reveal a familiar face: Yoona. 

She smiles at him, the lines around her eyes crease from the action. Jungkook nods and steps into the elevator next to her. Her strong perfume permeates his senses; a little too floral for his liking in comparison to the subtle cucumber and jasmine scent on your skin he’s grown attached to. 

“Work?” He asks, looking at his phone. It’s nearly noon, a little late to be going into the office. Then again, what does he know about the corporate life?

“Hyunbin wanted me to visit.” Ah, her ex-husband — explains her appearance and unusual demeanor. He assumes a revenge outfit underneath her long fur coat. “You working?”

“Yup.” He exhales through his nose.

Even without his explanation of his reluctance, Yoona reads him easily … just like how she read him the first two weeks after his split with you, choosing to end things with him because she wasn’t fond of messing with someone who was in emotional distress. She’s already got a lot going on and the last thing she wants is a fuckbuddy using her as an emotional crutch.

She’d rather be a friend or a … mentor? Maybe just a friendly neighbor until he got his shit together.

Be it her years of wisdom or her innate ability to read the younger man, she catches wind of his unwillingness to go to work.

“Hang in there.” She offers, just as her friends regurgitated on multiple venting sessions during the nasty divorce process. It’s the bare minimum as a friend if they aren’t able to do more for you.

“Thanks, you too.” He returns the encouragement with a toothy grin. One of the advantages of being taller than most is his ability to spy over people’s phones. Yoona types away in her phone, the prior messages included a clear image of a male’s lower half and her own response with an image of her freshly showered body in a towel. 

Even with her sunglasses on (which, by the way, are totally unneeded with this gloomy weather), she rolls her eyes under the elevator’s fluorescent lights.

“He’s been begging to make things work again.” She places her phone in her purse. 

“You gonna let him back in?” Surely would lessen the alimony she has to pay him.

Yoona scowls, “I may be single, but I am not lonely.” The elevator dings and signals their arrival on the ground floor. “I can have my cake and eat it.” She smiles, red blooming with her pearly white teeth.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, a surge of sweetness also embraces him now after realizing he also has his ‘cake’ too. Hasn’t quite eaten you the way he wants to, but he’s content. Loves where you are both at and is willing to wait till things settle more in life for the both of you.

Yoona clears her throat, strong floral scent leaving along with her as she steps out of the elevators first. “Take care, Jungkook.” Her heels click on the marble floors as she runs out to the cab waiting for her. 

Jungkook sighs again, making his way to his car and already programming the job site’s address into his Maps app.

Five hours and he’ll be done. 

As promised, you have a sweet treat ready to reward Jungkook after his shift.

It’s uncharacteristic of Jungkook to not answer your texts after a couple of hours. You push away the worry as you make your way up the elevators, tiny brown bag containing something rich and icy you’d typically save for the summer. 

Though, there were no rules on when to consume ice cream, especially if it was made by scratch — especially when you made it with your own spin. Anticipation brews as your steps near the front entrance of his home.

Your fingers press on the knob’s scanner and the latch clicks, ready for you to turn and enter into his home.

The living room’s dark, save for the small light Jungkook programmed to turn on at a specific time. There’s no greeting like you’re used to. Hanging your coat and scarf on the stand, you peer past the entryway as you toe off your shoes.

“Jungkook?” You call out with an air of uncertainty. 

Still no answer. Your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings, eyes eventually falling onto a figure you’d recognize in any condition. 

Jungkook’s laid down on his couch, one arm over his eyes. He’s in his sweats, showered and asleep. Your shoulders drop, tip-toeing past him to put the sweet treat into the freezer. You come back to the living room, not without picking up the fallen throw blanket on the ground, placing it on his body.

You could crack open your laptop to do some work in his kitchen until he stirs awake or just leave and let him rest. Straightening up from your bent position, a sharp inhale comes from below as Jungkook removes his forearm from his face and lifts his head up to peer around his surroundings. He sees you and drops his head in relief, breathing patterns stabilizing with a drag of his hand down his face.

“What time is it?”

“A little past 8.” You reply, sitting near his knees. 

“Sorry, Pix. I crashed.” His throat cracks from sleep, “Time slipped.”

“‘S okay.” You reply, pinkie hooking onto his. “Would you like to rest some more? I won’t bother you.”

He swallows, unsure if he would rather be left alone or if he needed your company. He’s not sure he would be good company.

“I don’t know.” His other arm comes up again to cover his eyes. Misery also needed company too, and he doesn’t want to be away from you.

You seem to get the hint. Couch, stiff and hard as ever, seems to bend at the weight of you both for this moment of tenderness. 

“Hard day?” You ask.

His throat bobs, and that’s when you notice the red marks near his Adam’s apple and his wrist. Your lips tug down, fingers itching to soothe the pain over his skin. You curl closer to him, hoping your presence would be enough to redirect his thoughts.

“Yeah. Was difficult.” He replies, voice shaky. His breath comes out uneven as he sniffles into his arm. “Ah, sorry, maybe it’s better if I’m alone.”

He hadn’t realized a couple tears had slipped out from the corners of his eyes until one of your hands cups his jaw, thumb rubbing away some of the moisture in your touch. He sucks in another breath, chest stuttering as a small sob tumbles out. He turns, burying his face into your chest as his arms come from underneath to hold you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes repeatedly. You repeatedly tell him you’re not leaving — that you’re here to stay. Fingers running through his dark locks, your touches force his eyes shut, a relieved sigh exiting as he regulates his breathing. 

“I’m here, you’re okay.” You promise, your nails scratching his head produces a soft whimper as he buries his bigger frame deeper into your body. When you try to pull away to assess his face, he only tugs you in tighter. You chuckle, hand patting and soothing the expanse of his back.

“Kook?”

He grunts, too exhausted to verbalize a reply.

“I’m gonna go make something, okay? You stay here and rest.”

He reluctantly loosens his grip on you, and holds onto the fact you were staying. Accepting your proposal, he goes back into a more dignified position with his arm slung over his eyes.

You move with precision; kitchen layout memorized of where all the seasonings and cooking utensils were located, you come back into the living room with a small pot of ramen in under ten minutes. The wooden heat protector clanks onto his coffee table in your descent to the ground. You wince, apologetic for startling him again.

“Didn’t have to make me food, Pix.” He pushes himself up slowly, face contorting in discomfort as he sits upright.

“Wanted to. Come on, have a bite, please?” You had already started rolling the noodles into the spoon, creating a perfect single bite. You blow on the food a little before Jungkook dips his head halfway to receive the food. 

Unlike the painful expression he previously sported, his brows furrow as he chews on the food — a good sign. Nothing’s more healing than a warm meal; a warm meal made with love. 

“Thanks, P.” He smiles, and the parts of him lost during the hours of the shoot are slowly coming back.

“I’m glad.” Your eyes land on his neck first, then over his wrists where the red rings were most prominent. “Did you want to put on ointment? Tell me where you keep your medicine and I can—”

“It’ll heal on its own.” He declines, ready and rehearsed for your concerns. And because he knows there were a billion other questions in that pretty head of yours, he comes clean on his reasons for tonight’s exhaustion. “Co-star went off script towards the end and it threw me for a loop.” He explains, head rested on the back of the couch.

You nod, arms tightening around him. “That sounds awful. I’m sorry …”

He releases another heavy breath. “I-I don’t know, Pix. It’s usually not this bad.”

“What do you mean?” Frowning, you didn’t think you’d ever witness Jungkook in this state: defeated over the profession he willingly chose and stayed for. 

His blank eyes stare off into the distance, zeroing on the corner of his flat screen television. The corners of his mouth twitch, exhaling a shaky breath before murmuring, “I’m scared to quit.”

And despite his discomfort with the subject, he continues, “I … I’ve been thinking about it and it feels like I can’t focus on other things when I have to think about work.” He also doesn’t want to mention the shame he has in quitting, inevitably proving people right that his line of work was not sustainable in the long-run. He doesn’t want to admit he’s outgrown the field that’s built everything around him: his friends, home, experiences, and … you. If it weren’t for his job, he wouldn’t have found you.

But was gratitude and loyalty needed for a profession that brings him more stress and worries?

Though rare, he’s wrestled with these difficult moments in this field, often wondering how life would be if he didn’t need to endure. What version of him exists outside of the industry? He knows what happiness is, but he’s also familiar with the deep dread and disappointment in staying. 

“It’s scary.” You concede, staring off into the same space Jungkook had fixated. “But I know you’ll figure it out. You’re not alone. I’m here with you no matter what you decide on.”

His eyes well up again. He used to think people were crazy for suffering, crying during and off work hours. Now? He’s no different. Change is scary, but remaining the same is scarier. And he’s remained the same for so long, fighting the norms and societal expectations of him.

All this to realize … he’s also just a boy with dreams and aspirations, hope cupped in his hands waiting to be discovered. The industry may be a part of him, but it was never all he was. While he doesn’t know what the future entails, he knows he needs to do something different — his profession does not define his identity.

“Yes, I know.” He lets you rub gentle circles on his bruised wrist, lets you bring up his wrist and blow a cooling breath over his skin before you lay a gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

You and Jungkook remain like this for a while, just sharing each other’s warmth and company until you perk up about the dessert you brought over. He chuckles as you pry open the container and a peek of light orange reaches his vision. Jungkook relishes in the small notes of cinnamon and persimmons hitting his taste buds.

The container of ice cream gets annihilated within fifteen minutes, cold running down your esophagus and tummy, but there’s always a source of heat in your stomach as you sit close to your biggest source of warmth.

Refusing his offer to walk you to your car, you only allow Jungkook to see you out his door in favor of him resting more.

“Thanks for tonight, P. I really needed this.” He needs you more than ever. Holding your hands, he lets his gaze trail down to your lips before he brings them back up to your eyes. He’s been through this route many times, showing restraint because he knows better than to do something too rushed despite his mind and body screaming at him to disobey the boundary you both set. 

As always, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

It’s enough. Because he feels you through the food you make for him, your touch, and your unwavering care.

As you stare up at him with starry eyes, he also realizes:

Intimacy doesn’t have to be perfect, but it is with you.

Jungkook completed his first semester of courses with flying marks. With a heavy heart, he decided to stop working in adult filming after another week of mulling through his options. In his resolve he tells himself the decision’s indefinite … subject to change. But ever since he let his agent know of his career change, he has not looked back. 

Though the weather remains chilly, spring’s around the corner. The season brings the birds in the early mornings, flowers blossoming around his apartment complex, and the love blooming in his chest whenever he sees you.

Tonight’s a special night for you. Your cohort wanted to do a little social gathering at a club and you invited Jungkook as your plus-one. He wasn’t planning on drinking, opting to be your designated driver for the night. He looks over at you, eyes sparkly with glitter … or perhaps, you glow more under his stares.

Weather’s still cold, but he knows it will warm up at the venue as the night progresses. He lays his brown jacket on your lap as he drives you both to the venue. You’re so pretty in your skin-tight black turtleneck and gold chain necklace. Upon final inspection in your body length mirror, you made a remark how you looked like The Rock minus the fannypack. Jungkook laughed and tugged you along, mumbling how you looked beautiful and how you were going to be late if you did another outfit change. And while the weather is ever turbulent, jumping between hot and cold days, there’s nothing turbulent between you and Jungkook.

Even though you abstained from changing out of your ‘Pre-2012 The Rock’ fit, you were late with how the parking situation worked out. Too many cars, too little parking options when you were deep into the nightlife district of the city. Jungkook parked at an open lot about a twenty minute walking distance. Terrible, you know. But the trip was well worth it with his company. Had you been alone, you probably would have chosen to order a cab, but you’ve never felt safer in Jungkook’s hand as you both walk down the busy streets on a Saturday night. 

“Thanks again for coming with me.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Plus,” He squeezes your hand. “You’re coming with me to my friend’s wedding next weekend. So we’re even.”

“Oh no … weddings are so, so, so awful,” you chide with batted lashes. 

He grins, “It is when you gotta be in dress pants.”

You giggle, staring up at the illuminated neon lights around town. “My classmates are excited to meet you, Mr. 9th-Annual-Shutter-Winner.” You grin, the side of your body presses close to him. You look down at his phone where it navigates the leftover walking distance to the club: estimated time of arrival – five minutes.

Jungkook was nervous. Not as a result of meeting your classmates, but he knew a certain someone was going to be there. Kim Taehyung, your best friend and confidant, will also be in attendance. He’s gotten along with him in the past on set. Eccentric guy, a bit of a Namjoon fanatic, but birds of a feather flock together. Namjoon’s creative, kind, and visionary. It’s only natural Taehyung gravitates towards him in this industry.

Regardless, Jungkook’s nervous. He doesn’t voice his concern when you had disclosed that Taehyung was aware of your relationship history with Jungkook. He would never hold you back on talking about your troubles to your friends because it’s important to build that trust and rapport. He hopes his entire persona isn’t completely irreconcilable just yet with the time he’s spent trying to grow and cultivate a healthy relationship with you.

Once in the club, you make your rounds with Jungkook by your side. Lots of new faces, and maybe a select few that were recognizable as a result of the photography competition. 

“Hey Jungkook, heard you were in the photography program,” one of the judges for the past photography competition, Rowoon, smiles, “I know at the end of your photography program they’re going to request for an internship. Let me know if you need help connecting with a photographer.”

“That’d be awesome.” Jungkook smiles.

Jungkook’s appreciative for moments like these, easy conversations blending in with your life. You’ve been surrounded with good people. Well, good enough for you to want to rekindle and meet up every so once in a while.

He watches you from afar now, a mocktail in hand as he lets the ice melt and lessen the syrupy taste of the drink.

You smile into your cup as one of your classmates animate a pose of some sort — probably from a recent project or client. Regardless, he finds himself smiling too, eyes focused on your figure. It’s all tunnel vision, really, how everything around you blurs and this gooey feeling swirls and pools in the pit of his stomach.

He recognizes this, having experienced this similar breakthrough in the past with previous partners. While the hard impact of the realization came far less than this moment, his feelings were undeniable.

He loves you.

An awful realization to have when you guys are out in public and not in privacy, where he can bare his emotions to you freely. His palms sweat, heart accelerating at the welcomed epiphany and rush.

He has been patient and gentle in these last couple of months. That, he’ll give himself credit for. But all the self work he’s done is about to leave as he’s one mocktail sip away from walking over to you and declaring his feelings.

Not the right place nor time. Certainly worse when he can’t drink to distract himself.

“Mind if I join ya?”

Jungkook startles out his thoughts, craning his neck to the side to find Kim Taehyung smiling lazily at him. He simply gestures for the empty stool, all while trying to relocate you after the minor detractor.

Even with the heavy bass of the club music, Jungkook’s eyes still remain on your figure, making sure you’re safe and having fun — as you should always be. 

Taehyung grunts in his descent onto the barstool, gaze following where Jungkook looks at.

“You all socialed out?” Jungkook mindlessly asks — a miracle he’s strung up a coherent sentence. 

Taehyung scoffs at the lack of focus, but replies, “Gets a little tiring explaining my gigs and seeing them react the same way.”

This time, Jungkook stares back at the seated man, completely understanding his sentiment. He knows exactly what Taehyung has experienced being in the industry — their little common ground. 

“You know,” Taehyung begins, “I still don’t get the whole thing with you and her.”

Lips pursed, he drums his fingers on the bar counter, “How so?”

“Friends, but not. Lovers, but not.” Taehyung tips his drink back. “What are you guys even waiting for?”

What was Jungkook waiting for?

“Just want to take our time.” He replies. “Not trying to rush things.”

“Kind of backwards, don’t you think?” He shrugs his shoulders before continuing, “Look man, I’ll be upfront. I’m still on the fence about you.” 

“I know.” Jungkook’s aware he’s far from perfect, knowing his hesitancy in moving forward stems from his insecurities and his fears of hurting you in the process.

“She likes you a lot. And I trust my best friend. If things go sour, well … at least we’ll know how to pick up the pieces this time around.”

Taehyung waves down the bartender for a refill. “I give her a lot of shit for putting herself in a box, but all she does is try. So why don’t you guys try?”

Jungkook’s been so afraid of hurting. In turn, he’s robbing you both of the possibility for something so much more. He loves what he has with you, but was this enough?

You turn, also finding him, and smile.

It’s not enough. He wants more — he needs more.

Taehyung settles back as he watches the scene unfold in front of him with a smug smile. 

Finally.

Jungkook’s on autopilot as he weaves through the crowd. The back of his neck grows sweaty, less from the stuffy venue and more from his nerves and this final act of trying to do the right thing for once. He wants to do right by you, and right now all he wants is to be near you.

He needs to be near you.

You seem to think the same too, placing your empty glass onto the edge of the bar top. There aren’t any remnants of green or cherries, only a sliver of yellow on the bottom he recognizes as his trademark drink.

His heart drums against his chest as you do a quick side hug with the classmate, so eager to get to him in the midst of the hazy, man-made smoke and crowded dance floor.

The path to you was damn near impossible to get to, packed like sardines and people unwilling to move. Though, you both will always find a way to each other. Head tilted, you motion Jungkook to the side of the dance floor. It’s dimly lit, some of the club’s strobing lights don’t touch. Light’s not needed because you’re forever drawn to each other.

“Hi.” You smile up at him, eyes slightly droopy as your hand finds his. “Sorry. Haven’t been able to hang out with you that much tonight.”

He shakes his head, placing your hand behind his neck. Your fingers search for the longer locks he sported in the winter months, but you’ve always preferred his shorter cut. The prickle of the undercut was something you’ve longed for all night long. His silver hooped earrings graze your exposed wrist, the cold metal offering a nice touch on your hot skin.

He shakes his head, “‘S okay, Pix.” You both sway, neither of you really know what song is playing. It all blurs to white noise when you’re with each other. “Did you catch up with everyone?”

“Mhm.” You hum, leaning in to press your face against his chest. There’s a slight drop to your shoulders signifying your exhaustion, but Jungkook reads your demeanor like the back of his hands.

With a hum, he murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

“Everyone’s in production companies.” You sulk, frown felt on his strong front. 

Your words hold a little bitterness, a hint of dejection at the idea you weren’t exactly doing what everyone was doing. But that’s what made you special. You’re doing what you want to do and you’ve stuck by it.

“You ever think about joining one?” He asks into your hair. 

You lift your head from his chest, chin digging into his sternum. “It’s not for me, but sometimes, I feel like I’m missing out.”

Just like how he thinks he might miss out on something wonderful if he continues as things are, but a club where you’re having a reunion with old classmates isn’t the right time or place for a confession.

Jungkook nods. “Can do whatever you want. The world’s your oyster.”

He doesn’t need any of the strobing lights or a spotlight in the tiny nook you’ve both claimed with the way you smile at him. Not when you stare up at him like he’s the world, ready to be claimed by you. Before he does anything too impulsive, he leads you both closer to the center of the dance floor. Back turned to him, his hands rest on the dips of your hips. Chin tucked in the crook of your neck, he takes in your jasmine and cucumber scent, wondering if you’re just as addicted to his scent. 

“Did you have your usual?” He mumbles into your ear.

You shake your head, shivering from his voice. “Midori sour’s not always on the menu.”

He hums in agreement, thinking back to the arrangements he made at the club he hosted his celebratory party at. Honestly, there was no major issue requesting the addition of the drink; the manager was happy to accommodate. 

“What’d you have earlier?” His voice comes out low, rumbling against you.

You nearly whimper your answer as he circles his arms around your midsection, not wanting to lose any physical contact from you. “Highball.”

His grin stretches across his face, muscle memory as his mouth salivates for the drink. “Did you like it?”

You turn around now, and Jungkook does little to reposition his forehead on yours. This time, another type of restraint courses through his body as his eyes bounce between your hooded stare and pouty lips.

“Mm, I wanted to try what you liked. Not my thing,” you conclude. “Wasn’t sweet at all.” 

Jungkook doesn’t need the additional sweetness in his drinks when he’s surrounded by sweetness in his life. Can do away with sugar because you’re here. 

“What did you have tonight?” You ask back.

“Wild night with some sort of wild berry mocktail.” He teases.

“Lucky, I wish I had that.” Your eyes drop to his lips — he follows your line of vision as you look back up at him.

“Was nice.” He concedes, voice dropping an octave. “Better if it was a highball.”

The music’s loud, but nothing’s louder than the drumming in his ears — the voice in his head yelling at him to close the gap between you two. The same gap you both maintained in these last couple of months. It’s been working so well for you two, reworking your foundation and taking things slow all while hoping it would lead to your desired goal: each other.

Jungkook’s forehead remains on yours, lips parted slightly at your delayed blinks. And although the label had always blurred between the two of you, he had always been yours. Yours, when he entered the establishment with his hand on your hips, guiding you away from rowdy groups at the main point of entrance. Yours, when all you’ve done tonight was match his stares, wanting so badly to be in his company instead of folks you haven’t spoken to in years face to face.

All yours.

“Want a taste?” You ask, making no move to go to the bar. He stays rooted there too, knowing full well he’s not allowed a single drop of alcohol in his system. The entrancement lasts all but a second before a flicker of fear flashes across your features. 

Deja vu.

Was this all a figment of your imagination and it could get ripped from you any moment? If you lean in like you did months ago, would you be punished by rejection again?

Your brows furrow, eyes pleading up at Jungkook to answer your unspoken questions.

And he reads you so easily — remembers you and knows your insecurities before you do sometimes.

He breathes you in, nose now nestled against your own with no intentions of ever leaving.

“Please?” Your warmth fans over to him, a soft plea worthy of ending wars Jungkook would only qualify as his own battles.

He thinks about that night at the club where you had left him, foolishly clutching onto the flimsy cone-shaped cups while the world spun with you nowhere in sight. Thinks about the prospect of you leaving again and how ruined he’d be without you.

Jungkook pleads with you too now, “Please don’t leave me.”

You shake your head. “I’m right here.”

He thinks he deserves a little bit of heaven. Funny, how he thinks the universe could grant him kisses from a million angels, but he’d only want a lifetime of yours. The last thing he sees are two slow blinks from your sparkly-glittered lids, pulling and signaling him into a soft landing: to home — he finally finds his way back home.

He cups your face, delicate in how he holds you because there’s nothing more he’d like to do than to handle you with all the care and tenderness in the world. He sighs into your lips, relieved to finally have you like this. Where you both meet in the middle now.

Highball, in the simplest terms, was bland whiskey. The taste of the drink was probably the furthest thing you can get to the sweetness of your typical midori sour. And yet, you still tried for him. He knows how much you try for him and you’ve done your best to accept him — the work and effort you put into adoring Jungkook never goes unnoticed.

He doesn’t taste the highball, none of the usual remnants of the drink he’s grown to like as he runs his tongue over your plump lips. Perhaps it’s also that he no longer searches for that familiar aftertaste; instead, welcoming something he’s longed for and missed these months. His tongue moves over your lips again, slow and deliberate to savor the sweetness. 

Your mouth parts for him, a tentative push of his tongue and you’re reduced to putty. He trails one hand down your hip, pulling you flush against him. 

It’s all muscle memory, how puzzle pieces fit just for you and Jungkook. He groans against your mouth, the low sound vibrates through your body, sending a shock through your body and heat building in your middle.

Your name is all but a rasp as Jungkook goes straight to your lips again after your small whine. He can’t get enough of you, the background noise and people blurring in his pursuit of you. You kiss him back. Months after months of waiting, slowly rebuilding, knowing exactly where the finish line is … and the kiss now was just one of your many monumental milestones with Jungkook.

He needs to pull away for air, mindful of your own state too despite his unwillingness to stray away. It’s everything he’d expect a kiss from you to be after all this time: sweet, with no hint of the drink he fancied. 

Nose nestled to yours and brazen smiles exchanged, Jungkook does his best to regulate his breathing.

“You’d ever give highball another try, Pix?” He breathes, peppering tinier kisses on your lips, rendering it nearly impossible to properly respond.

“Yeah.” You reply in between kisses. “I’d try it again. It’s worth another chance.”

When he finally pulls away with much reluctance, his heart drums against his chest at your response — at your implication. 

You wanted this with him. 

“You’ll teach me how to properly drink it?” You look at him with the softest gaze.

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Will drink it with you.”

No one was talking about the drink. Though, much like the drink, love and affection was always better shared and experienced together. 

And it’s so much better savoring those moments with you.

You and Jungkook eventually leave the dance floor to socialize with your other classmates, catching Taehyung with a content smile as he peers down at your interlinked hands. Jungkook’s hand involuntarily tightens around yours and you look up, eyes holding a playful curiosity as to what he wants.

You mouth, ‘You tired?’

He shakes his head no, though, his droopy eyelids and slight sway to his body tells you otherwise. You’re also tired too, wanting nothing more than to be with your desired source of warmth.

You quickly make your rounds, bidding your farewells and blaming your age for not being able to stay longer. Thankfully, a couple of your other classmates left before you, so your attempt to leave didn’t look out of the blue. Your goodbye with Taehyung takes a little longer as he whispers something in your ear, eyes playful as you pull away and lightly smack his arm. 

Jungkook smiles once you’re back by his side, the cold night air hitting you both outside the club. He offered to run to the car while you wait back, but you insisted on coming with him. “Ready for the walk, Miss Rock?” 

With narrowed eyes, you huddle closer, pretty pout on your lips he so wants to kiss. 

“You said I looked great.” You huff, beginning the long trek back to the car. 

“The Rock looked great, and so do you, Pix.” He teases.

Three minutes into your walk, a random downpour starts out of nowhere. 

Jungkook takes off his brown jacket, slinging it over both your bodies as you do your best to run from the rain. Shared incredulous giggles and glances with each other made the trip back even better. Unable to fully avoid the downpour, Jungkook opts to just cover you with his jacket. The theatrics continue once a car passes, wheels producing a splash over your bodies.

Unneeding of the jacket now, you lower the jacket around your shoulder, tugging Jungkook through the rain as you both near the car. He looks at you from behind, catching your stare back while urging him to move quicker. 

But he’s in no rush.

He’s never been in a rush with you.

Steps coming to a halt, you look back again with a questioning expression. His hair’s matted on his forehead, eyes squinting from the rain water, but he can see you so clearly under the yellow of the streetlights.

He says your name, your steps stumble as you land in his embrace. Cold fingers run on your cheek before he admits, “I don’t think I can just be what we’ve been. I want this with you — I want to be with you.” 

He doesn’t ask you if you want the same. Didn’t have the chance as his eyes widened the same moment your lips met his.

Rain beats down on your bodies, hard and punishing. The cold water seeping through your clothing is nothing compared to the heat searing from your bodies. Your fingers run through his hair from behind, urging him closer if it were possible. His hold on you tightens and you unconsciously arch into him, no longer caring how the rain water runs down your face.

Jungkook breaks apart from the kiss, “It’s always been you, P.” Warm breath on your lips as he utters words he's long realized and wanted to tell you, “I … I’m in love with you.”

It’s freeing. Not just his confession, but how the rain continues washing out everything around you both. The good, the bad. The aftermath of a storm allows for rebuilding — for flowers to blossom, for growth and to start anew.

He thinks about all the time spent together and apart — the happiness, trust, and fears … it all inevitably brings him back to you. And as the rain waters continue to fall, he finds himself free falling into your embrace — the easy love.

“I love you,” You profess, brows pulling together tears mixing in with the rain, “So much. You know that, yeah?”

He does. But even so, he still asks, “Please be with me.” He chews on the inside of his mouth, so fearful of rejection as though you could choose any other route. “Please?”

You nod, leaning in for a kiss that could only seal your answer to him. “I’m yours. Always been yours.”

A relieved chuckle stutters from his chest, holding you close. “Home?”

“Home.” You reply.

Jungkook’s home was closer in proximity, so it would only be natural to head over there to change out of your soaked clothes. Even with the seat warmers turned onto the highest setting and his jacket slung over your lap like it was in the beginning of the night, you shiver and shudder in your seat.

“Can use my shower too, P.” He pushes his wet bangs back and reasons, “Don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Mmkay,” Your teeth involuntarily chatters, hands tucked in between your thighs underneath his jacket to retain your heat.

His hand naturally finds yours. “We’ll be home soon, ‘kay?”

Back at his home, he gives you a spare t-shirt with some sweatpants, letting you know that he’ll shower at the guest bathroom while you use the master bedroom’s. It’s not your first time in his bedroom, having been there a couple times when he was busy and needed you to retrieve something for him in there. The citrus scent embraces you as you walk in, fingers tightening around his clothes. He’s fumbling around his dresser to get his own clothing, hair dried to a damp mess and coarse at the ends from the washed away hair products. His shirt drags over his large frame, seemingly heavier around the shoulder area from the rainwater.

Back still turned away, he cranes his neck to you and catches your curious stare. “Go on and use the shower, P.”

You nod, clothes feeling unbearingly tight whether it be from the rain or the suffocating dilemma of not wanting to leave Jungkook’s side.

In the shower, he’s still with you through the shampoo and body wash. You run your hands around your body, knowing this is your way of keeping him close. Will you need to go home after this? Does the mirage end here with the suds of soap pooling at your toes?

Does it end with his scent on your body?

All dried and in his clothes, you stare at the mirror, a small smile playing at your lips at the visual of your body drowned in his oversized t-shirt. You roll the bottom of the sweatpants and tug at the drawstrings to secure around your waist.

You peer into his bedroom. “Jungkook?” No response. 

Walking out to the living space, you notice a tuft of hair on the large couch’s armrest. Two glasses of water — all full — just like your heart, rests on the coffee table. Peering over the couch, your lover lays there, eyes closed with a rhythmic breathing pattern nowhere close to being asleep.

You come around and seat yourself on the edge of the couch. An unsuspecting force pulls you down, followed by a small ‘oomph,’ you attempt to sit back up.

“Can we rest a little before I take you home?” He mumbles, breathing into your hair.

Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heart thumping way too fast for rest. Working up your courage, you snuggle into his warmth as you murmur, “It’s late. Don’t want you driving at this hour.” Before he could ask if you’d want him to fetch a cab, you follow up with, “If it’s okay … can I stay over tonight?”

The drumming in his chest speeds up, but his words come out assertive. “Of course, P.”

The guest room sits empty as Jungkook leads you back to his bedroom, a sleepy smile on his face as he catches your yawn and places the glass of water onto the nightstand closest to where you’ll sleep. He hooks his index fingers in the collar of his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing the article of clothing on the ottoman near the foot of his bed.

You swallow, eyes raking over his toned body you’ve grown so familiar with. His tattoo lines look darker under the warm hues of his nightlight. Underneath his covers, your eyes fight to stay open, only allowing them to blink shut when he encircles his arms around you.

“Night, P.” He mumbles.

“Good night, Kook.”

Around 5 a.m. you wake up with the worst case of dry mouth, having already drank the glass of water in the middle of the night, and another time Jungkook refilled without your knowledge. You pout at the glass sitting pretty and empty on the nightstand.

There’s an unfamiliar weight on your midsection causing you to suck in a breath as you look down. Intricate patterns and faded colors greet you before you turn your head to meet their owner.

Jungkook’s on his front, pouty mouth parted and lashes kissing the top of his cheeks. His rhythmic light snores tell you he’s still in deep slumber if not for the sleep-lines on the side of his face where he buries himself further into his fluffy pillows.

There’s a stillness in waking up next to Jungkook like this — at the realization there’s no need to run or leave. He’s here within a distance you can comfortably reach. 

You think back to last night, between the kisses and confessions, everything seemed like a dream. You’re tempted to reach over to brush away the strand of his bangs. Want to see if he’d stir awake and look at you as he did before you both fell asleep last night.

That’s the funny thing about love — can’t bear the selfishness and greed of your own desires. So instead, you do your best to uncurl from his lazy hold, already missing his warmth as you grab the rims of your glass to fetch some water.

You’ve only been over in the afternoon and evening, never knowing the brisk morning air. Jungkook’s room was warm, temperature maintained by the heat of your bodies, but in the open living space, you shiver a little from cold and the absence of a familiar body.

Glass refilled, you make your way back to Jungkook, but something pulls you to an abrupt stop.

You’ve only seen this view at night, always curious how differing the morning view would be. Orange peeks and greets you on the horizon, begging for your presence even when there is another star you rather be with.

Just a couple more minutes and the sun will rise — a view you’ve never seen from here. Lips nursing on your glass, you smile as you hear another pair of feet shuffle in your direction. Not subtle at all. He makes his presence known with a small yawn, standing behind you, he presses his chest against you from behind and wraps his arms around your abdomen.

“Whatcha doing up so early?” Voice laced with sleep.

“Wanted to get water,” you bring the glass up to his view, “sun’s about to rise now.” You nod at the window. 

His body vibrates against yours at a particularly low chuckle. “‘S nice, isn’t it? Can see everything from here.”

You hum in agreement. You love the view, love his touch, love him. And because you love him, you give him the remainder of your water. Glass now empty again, he sets the cup on a small stand. The surrounding air stifles as a strong pair of arms wrap around you tighter, cluing in a shift in the easy morning conversation.

“P, I meant everything I said last night.” He says, afraid you hadn’t retained any recollection of last night’s event — as though all the magic last night was all but a trick and illusion.

There’s no illusion in your adoration for him, turning away from the sun, you realize you have everything in front of you worth orbiting for.

“I meant everything too.” You reply, feeling the sun warm your back, but even that source of warmth wasn’t enough incentive to have you turning away from Jungkook again. “I love you. Wanna be with you.”

You tip-toe, lips pressing delicately against his only spurs on his tiny moan as he meets you in the middle. His teeth nibble on your bottom lip, causing you to part them with a small gasp. He takes this moment to lick into your mouth, tongue running against yours to savor you. He could blame the morning wood on … well, the morning, and not your soft lips, but he’s wanted you like this for so long and now you’re finally his.

He angles your chin, doing his best to distract you from the bulge pressed against your stomach, to which you also push against. Grunting, he huffs into your mouth, “Pix, please.”

You hum a small ‘what?’

So dangerous of you to push something he’s been suppressing for months. Aching for your touch, but he’s respectful of the change in dynamics. He wants to be respectful now, but was there a need?

“I’m trying to be good.” He mumbles, kissing along your jaw and making his way down your neck. His teeth rake against the expanse of your skin, reveling in your shivers and the way your nails dig into his back.

“You are good.” You sigh prettily. “So good to me.”

And because of this, Jungkook wants to show you other ways he could be good to you. It’s what you deserve — nothing makes him happier than making you feel good. Back pressed against the glass panes, the initial cold morphs and changes with the sun and your combined body heat.

His hand snakes up your shirt, large palm halting at your stomach until you nod for him to move. You moan at the contact of his thumb moving over your hardening bud.

“Feels good, pretty?” He mouths against your neck.

You swallow and nod, “J-Jungkook, can people,” another moan slips as he sucks on a particularly sensitive juncture of your neck, “see us from here?”

Being on the thirty-fourth floor had its perks and advantages. He doesn’t have next door neighbors except for the floor above and below him, which works in his favor. 

“No one can see us, P.” He shakes his head, “You want them to?”

He grips your chest a little harder, urging for an answer before he continues. Head lifted to your face, his hooded eyes draw you in. 

“No,” you place a soft kiss on his jaw, “Want this just between us.”

He also can’t imagine having another person watch you both. Can’t imagine sharing an experience like this with someone other than you. 

“Yeah, it’s just you and me.”

The hand on your hip runs up your front, cupping your cheek first before he slips a soft request while looking at your lips, “Open, please.”

Your mouth parts, and his hand drags over your cheek, his middle and ring finger probing and sliding over your wet muscle. His cock twitches in his sweats at the thought of possibly feeling your mouth again. Those thoughts break the moment you close around his digits, warm and wet around him. Your cheeks hollow without command as you eagerly suck on his fingers. You look at him with determined eyes, fighting to stay open but loses the battle before fluttering shut when his thumb runs over your hard nipple again.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, “‘s that okay?”

You nod, unable to verbalize a response with his fingers in your mouth. Soon his wet fingers slip out of your mouth and he slips them past the waistband of your folded sweats.

“Oh god,” Your hips buck back from the sudden contact of his fingers, ass pushed against the glass. “P-please.” You beg, unsure of what exactly but Jungkook takes it as a request to move. His middle finger slots perfectly between your wet folds, circling around the bundle of nerves. 

“Wanna touch you, too.” You plead, “Can I?”

He tips his forehead against yours, hips pushed against your hand. “Uh-huh, want you to touch me.”

Your hand slips into his sweats, making contact with his bare length. The angle of your bodies makes it difficult to tug or squeeze as you like, but he shudders just by the mere contact of your soft hand.

“P, don’t—” He moves back slightly to peer down at your hand working over his length. “Don’t tease.” 

Lip tucked between his teeth, his own hand speeds up over your clit, wet sounds growing by the second. He hopes you do the same too, but you keep your lazy strokes, watching him with hooded eyes. “Not,” you pause, eyes closing when he nears you, pressing a dainty kiss, “teasing.”

“Tell me what you need.” You murmur against his lips.

“Faster,” He whines, “need you to go faster—fuck—” He groans when you comply, hand picking up the pace.

And be it from the patience and time endured after months of dreaming of being with you … or he was just that easy, he finishes in his sweats in under a minute. Your hand slowly jerks over his length, hand coated in his cum.

“Koo, did you cum?” You breathe, unsure from the sudden liquidy warmth. He moans a small yes, angling his head for your kisses on his neck, teeth dragging over his collarbone as a reward for his confirmation. Your hand glides over the head of his sensitive cock. “Made a mess all for me.”

He kisses you, deft fingers on your clit as he touches away the embarrassment of cumming before he’s gotten to properly take care of you. It’s no give or take situation, but he wants to give back to you.

He removes his hand and you nearly cry out at the loss of his touch. Your cum covered hand gets tugged from his pants at the same time. Doesn’t care you’re unconsciously wiping away your hand on your shirt — everything was going into the wash anyway, ridding any evidence of the sinful acts you’ll both willingly partake in.

How sinful were they if they were embarked by two people in love? 

Fingers hooked on the waistband of your sweats, he drags them down your hips, leaving both your soaked underwear and pants pool at your ankles. His eye contact never wavers as he drops down on his knees, only breaking at the long shirt length covering your bare cunt. With a knowing glance, you hold the bottom of the shirt, while the other one falls on the side of his head for support as nudges your legs apart. 

“So perfect,” he praises, eyes peering up at you, “All mine.” His fingers form a ‘v’ as he spreads your glistening folds, mouth watering at the sight of your twitching clit. He moves in, placing a kiss on the side of your pussy, just shy of your nub. The action has you furrowing your brows, mouth dropping open as you involuntarily push your hips forward.

You mewl, thighs closing when he finally slots his tongue over the self-made opening between his fingers. He licks, sucks, and kisses the tiny nub. And you stand there, taking everything he’s willing to give you. He loves watching you struggle maintaining eye contact, loves the shy smile you give him when you had a moment of realization of how loud you were in the early hours of his home, and loves the small tug from your fingers in his hair when he repeatedly presses his lips to your clit.

You were already so close before this, but now he has you tipping on the edge again. Jungkook’s eyes close, tongue lapping your cunt.

Your thighs shake, breath caught in your throat as he continues the motions. And even though he’s not looking at you, he knows you’re about to let go as you rock your hips into his face. Using one hand, his fingers dig into the back of your thigh as he brings one of them over his shoulder.

“Baby–” You rasp.

“Hm?” He answers, muffled against your core. The vibrations against your cunt have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lids slam shut from the sensation.

You whimper, stomach clenching at the first signal of your orgasm. Your fingers clutch pathetically at the end of the shirt, mindful of the other hand interlocked with his locks. But you’re bolder now, know what you like and need … and what you like is Jeon Jungkook moaning against your core, encouraging you to cum. What you need is to extend this feeling for as long as you can, so you push his head closer as you grind your spasming cunt to his face.

“Cumming,” you manage to get out, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

Jungkook can’t answer, wishes he could; though, all his wishes are being fulfilled as he’s head deep between your legs. He pulls away after your hips press back against the glass, signaling your sensitive state. Hooded gaze fixed, he takes in the visual of your cheek pressed onto your shoulder — a habit he’s noticed every time you’ve cummed. Your eyes blink open slowly, blinded by the light coming in from the rising sun.

“I’m sorry, P.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all with his mischievous grin as he kisses your inner thigh — the one he has thrown over his shoulder. “You missed the sunrise.”

You croon, a small playful pout on your lips. “I did.” You release his hair, hand cupping his jaw. You moan in surprise when he latches onto your clit again, lazy sucks as he peers up at you.

He places one last kiss to your nub and suggests, “Should turn around then, take in the current view.” He leaves out the fact that you’ll have plenty of more chances to see the view.

He places your leg down. While wobbly at first, you plant your feet sturdy before complying with his request. He’s right — the city’s beautiful. 

Jungkook also has the best view in the city too. 

You look back at him from your shoulder, eyes catching his, “You’re not watching with me?”

“Perfect view here.” He scoots back a little, ignoring the discomfort and numbness in his knees. You brace against the glass, fist clenched tightly at the anticipation of what your lover wants to do. No one cares about the prospect of a stained glass as you hinge your hips out to him, the underside of your wet pussy entrances him.

He pushes your shirt up over the curves of your hips and the sight before him has his cock hardening in his sweats again. A creamy white sheen trickles down your slit, begging to be licked up before it dribbles onto the floor.

And he does. With a cock to his head, he slots his mouth over your leaky cunt.

You wail, cheek pressed against the glass as you fog up a small section with your warm puffs of air. His tongue laps over your clenched hole, pleased you haven’t pulled away from him. He rewards you with a small probe of his tongue and you surprise him again by pushing back, tongue gliding into your warm cavern with little resistance.

You both moan, caught in the euphoric moment of this new experience. 

He reels his head back, spreading you wide to look at your gaping pussy — all his doing.

“Please,” you beg, greedy for his mouth. Without warning, he dives back in, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole with a new profound hunger. One of his hands comes from under and rubs at your clit. The new feeling has your legs shaking again, your hand coming around to place on top of his to ground yourself.

He pulls away, placing wet kisses alongside your thighs. “You liked that, Pix?”

“Yeah, I loved it.” You reply, looking back at him through your lashes.

“Good.” He chuckles, stomach warm from your confession, “Keep looking at the view though. Sun’s pretty today.”

The sun’s pretty every day, you think to yourself as you look at your source of light. But you turn away, obedient as you look at the rays the rest of the world relies on. 

“Gonna do something new, ‘kay?” He says, strained as he places a small kiss on one of your cheeks. He lets his teeth graze your skin, fingers digging into the meat of your ass to gain your confirmation. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

You nod, can’t think of anything you won’t like aside from being away from Jeon Jungkook, but you’re sure to vocalize any discomfort for whatever journey he’s about to embark with you.

“Open wider for me.” He husks. You comply, feet shuffling apart as you hinge lower. 

You couldn’t predict what he wanted to try with you, certainly not anything remotely close to how he parts your ass and you feel his breath on your skin before he leans in.

You nearly cry out at the first lick over the tight ring of your asshole. There was an adjusting period, one that involved your breasts pressed hard against the window, mouth hanging open as Jungkook goes in for another lick.

It’s not unpleasant. New, like he mentioned.

“You taking in everything, P?” His finger slips over your cunt, long index finger teasing the entrance. He takes his time running his fingers between your wet folds, watching your bleary eyes struggle to stay open. It’s fine. You’ll have plenty more opportunities to see the view in the future — he’ll make sure of it.

You moan at the feeling of his finger probing the entrance of your pussy, hole clenched around nothing as he continues teasing you.

“Hm? Answer me, pretty.” His tongue teases around your taint. This time, you relax into it, even going as far as pushing back.

“Mhm,” you try, “‘s pretty.”

You have your head turned again, watching him the best you could, completely unfocused from the view beyond the massive curtain wall. A wrecked moan escapes the moment his long digit pushes into your sensitive cunt — just up to the first knuckle, nothing more. At the same moment, his tongue guides itself past the tight ring of your hole.

You don’t know what to focus on: his tongue fucking into your ass or his finger coated in your arousal as he has you plugged up on both holes simultaneously.

Jungkook’s always been an ass man, and he honors the title as he continuously dives his head between your cheeks. The finger inside your other hole stays in place, never pushing another inch until you whine and reach between your legs. Your fingers touch the top of his, pushing at them to sink deeper into your pussy.

He pushes his digit into you, the full length wrapped around your wet walls. “Do what you need to make this feel good.” He says. “Want you to feel good.”

A content sigh leaves your lips as you rub slow circles, pleasure building again in your stomach as each minute slips by. You’ve never been one to cum multiple times … unfortunately, you’re no better than a man. One and done type of girl, but the eagerness to cum again from this new experience has you motivated and greedy for more. Especially when the experience is with someone you love and care for.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum again.” You announce, pushing your ass back to his face as he continues fucking his tongue into your ass. He groans and nods, picking up the pace from behind with fervor at the mention of your orgasm.

His finger gradually speeds up, curling a little before he decides to add another finger in. 

Oh.

“This okay?” He asks as he senses a change in your demeanor at the sudden intrusion.

You whimper, body stiff and rigid during the adjustment period. The stretch has you halting before you’re rubbing feverishly against your clit, babbling and begging for him to move faster. 

Jungkook’s lucky on the thirty-fourth floor. So lucky no one’s able to hear the the sounds you make both from your mouth and wet cunt as he fucks his digits faster as requested. He curls his fingers and your legs start shaking, your hand no longer able to move as you take everything Jungkook gives from behind.

You gasp, his name falls from your lips as you let go. There’s definitely an imprint of your mouth and cheek on his glass window now, memoirs of the acts you both committed. 

The wetness grows between your legs, both holes pulsating as you finally cum around him again. Jungkook groans, letting you ride out your orgasm as you need.

He removes both his fingers and tongue from your holes and parts your ass to marvel at the mess you’ve made. The puffy ring of your ass shines with his spit, while your pussy quivers from the aftermath of your strong orgasm. He thinks about how it would be if you were stuffed full of him right now, but he’s in no rush with you. Knows there’s no time constraint to loving you right this time around. Your shirt drops from the curve of your hips and down to your knees as you stand upright, turning and pressing your back to the glass again. Jungkook stands up, fingers already in his mouth to lick up any remnants of cum. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you up, forehead touching yours as it’s meant to. Doesn’t go for a kiss no matter how much he wants to because he’s not sure of your aversion after where his mouth has been. But you don’t care, looping your arms over his neck and slotting your lips over his for a messy kiss, eventually reduced to small pecks.

“You okay, P?” He asks with round eyes. You nod and ask the same in a hushed whisper.

Why wouldn’t he be when he’s got all he’s ever wanted in his arms? He rubs over your back in a soothing motion, “More than okay, P.”

More kisses are shared, until Jungkook murmurs how he’s still tired and wants to go back to bed. You look at the clock and as tempted you are, you hum and shake your head. His eyes widen at your response, about to offer a quick retort, but you beat him to it.

“You said you had registration for the upcoming semester in a couple hours. Didn’t you say you needed to work on a schedule?”

He tips his head back, both grateful and upset at your memory after he mentioned it to you in passing last week. 

Still, these things can be done while in the comforts of his bed and your company. Hand enclosed in his, he tugs you back to his bedroom, no longer omitting the same warmth when you left.

But perhaps, the warmth was anywhere you were with Jungkook.

Saturn takes twenty-nine years to complete its cycle. When you turned twenty-nine, you thought your Saturn was still out there, taking their sweet time with the journey back home.

“Pixie?” 

“Coming!” You call out, finishing the last touch of your dusty-pink blush. Smoothing out your sage-green dress, you do a small once-over in your mirror before properly greeting your boyfriend. 

Your Saturn’s returned, watching you embark on your new adventure, cheering you on through your wins and losses. Jungkook smiles from the doorway, leather dress shoes placed neatly on the side. His hair is styled as he would for all the wedding events he’s gone to with you, but this was a new suit. Usually in black, the light grey suit brings out his dark features even more — boyish charms emulated with his suit jacket off and hooked on his fingers over a shoulder. The brooches on his vest glimmer on the side, adding a nice finishing touch to his wedding guest look for the evening.

He shines either way when his orbs land on your features, taking in your soft curls and dress you’ve chosen. 

“Pretty.” He’s kind enough to not kiss you, seeing you’ve just freshly applied your lipstick, but you’ve never been opposed to reapplying. You tip-toe to plant a soft kiss, not enough to transfer any product, but enough to tempt him for further damage.

“You look very handsome.” You say, hands automatically coming up to fix the angle of his tie. Spring’s weather is ever unpredictable and today’s one of the more warmer days of the week, but the temperatures rise in the small nook of your home as he stares at you.

To avoid any potential deterrence, you move behind him to get to your shoe rack. He presses his back against the wall opposite to you, watching as you crouch down to pick out a strappy nude heel.

“What if we skipped the wedding, Pix?”

You pout, blowing at the random strands of hair in your peripheral. “Your friend would be disappointed. Plus, we both got all done up. Would be a waste if we didn’t go.”

“It’s not a waste,” he replies, “can just have a night in.”

“Also would give me an excuse to get out of these dress pants.” He adds with a scowl. 

You lean away, doing a double take on the slacks he has on. You’ve always fancied a guy in dress pants and Jungkook was no exception. Loves how his thighs fill up the spaces and how his ass looks in them.

“Couple hours and we can have a night in.” You reassure with a soft smile. “I’ve got a watermelon in the fridge waiting for us.”

The wedding was standard, especially with it belonging to someone you don’t know. Technically most, if not all, weddings you’ve gone to have belonged to strangers. But there was something special about this wedding — it’s the first time you attended a wedding with Jungkook where you aren’t working.

Weddings have always felt magical; the usual string of fairy lights and flower arrangements appear even more enchanting tonight. And you realized, the enchantment started months ago at Yoongi and Hoseok’s union.

During cocktail hour, he made sure to get all your favorite finger foods without request. When the ring bearer and flower girl comes into view during the ceremony, he’s quick to move higher on his seat, letting you peer past him to get a better look at the little ones. And when he holds your waist during the reception’s dance, you know weddings are magical because the moment’s shared with him. 

“This was nice. Thanks for having me as your plus-one.” You sigh in content, cheek rested on his chest as you both slow dance to When a Man Loves a Woman. 

He snorts, lighthearted and warm. “I’m glad you enjoyed.” Meant as a sarcastic remark, he also agrees this evening was a lot nicer than he had anticipated in the month leading up to this day. 

“I really love weddings.” You mumble to yourself.

He loves weddings with you. Jungkook presses his cheek on the top of your head, “I know.”

You and Jungkook stay like this for a while through a couple slow songs until the DJ changes up the genre of the music, signaling older couples to evacuate the dance floors for the younger crowd to reminisce on an era where their knees existed for the thrill of it all.

Your bodies move in tandem: his, warming your back, and your bottom pushed against his groin with your preferred pressure, knowing you’d never go overboard at a wedding but just enough for him to have him let out a shy chuckle.

His breath fans over the shell of your ear, “I really hate these dress pants, P.”

You turn your head to him, sultry expression matching his hooded lids. “Why’s that?”

“Shows everything.” He laughs through his nose, “Can’t leave here any time soon now.”

You ease up a little, facing him again while your fingers slide over the brooches resting on the left side of his chest — where his heart resides. He’d argue his heart is in his arms staring up at him.

“I’ve always loved you in dress pants.” You confess. “‘Cause that’s when we’re at weddings together.”

Considering how he leans down, pressing a small kiss to your lips where you reciprocate with another lingering kiss, maybe being in dress pants isn’t that bad.

“Have we met our quota yet, Pix?” He nudges his nose against yours.

For someone who loves weddings, you’re eager to go home, too. You want nothing more than to just spend time with Jungkook in the comforts of your home.

“Quota met.”

Sheltered by the indoor venue, you didn’t realize how humid it got outside in the time spent at the wedding. Your apartment was practically a sauna by the time you and Jungkook arrived back at your place. Opening up your windows, you have a fan running in the background to air out the space.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly while cutting into the watermelon. Your eyes rake over Jungkook where he unbuttons his grey vest and rolls up his sleeves to reveal his tattooed arm.

He shakes his head, taking two spoons from your drawers, “It’ll cool down.”

Will it? 

Air heavy with both the atmospheric moisture and tension brewing between you and Jungkook all evening, you’re not so sure if the temperatures will drop any time soon. The watermelon center caves as you both dig with the metal spoons. You favored the center; whereas, Jungkook aimed closer to the watermelon rind. 

He peers over at you where you stand. Hair now put up by a claw clip, he counts the baby hairs sticking onto the back of your neck, momentarily forgetting to dig into the watermelon when it’s his turn. 

“Why do you only pick at the sides?” Your brows twitch, digging into the middle again and turning to him with a center piece.

He shrugs, opening his mouth on cue for you to stick your spoon into his mouth. Sure, the middle pieces were sweet, but he thinks they might be sweeter coming from you. He chews and swallows, tilting his head a little to meet your equally sticky lips.

“Sweet either way, Pix.” He wonders if the salty moisture on your skin would pair well with the sweet watermelon.

Well, one way to find out.

No longer following a script, Jungkook moves on his own accord — loving and falling freely as he likes knowing you’ll be there to catch him. He shifts his body, head dipped in the crook of your neck as he licks a thick stripe over your neck. You gasp, spoon dropping onto the counter as your hands fly to grab onto his forearms for support.

He’s right; you do bring out more sweetness.

The half eaten watermelon sits on your counter, long forgotten in the pursuit of Jungkook’s body pressed to yours. His lips slot perfectly on you, a relieved sigh escapes as your bodies move as it’s desired all evening.

He trails kisses down the column of your throat, marking a pathway on your collarbone. Fingers in his hair, your grip on him tightens as you shyly ask, “Bed?”

Knees digging onto your bed, you sit up taller to kiss your still-standing boyfriend. He’s busy trying to unbutton his dress shirt while you race to unbuckle his belt — a race no one formally declared, but it was an unspoken need. And you both needed each other … badly.

You beat him, of course. The black Calvin Klein lettering on the banding greets you first as the front opening flaps of his pants fall to the side. He whimpers as you run your hand over his bulge. 

“Can I …” Your sentence trails off as you kiss along his exposed neck.

He nods unsure of what you exactly want, but the godforsaken dress pants drop and pool at his ankles without a second thought. You kiss your way down his torso, paying extra attention to his chest. With a determined look, you stick your tongue out on his hard nipple for a tentative lick to glean at his response.

Oh, it’s good — so, so, so good. 

He shivers, hand hitting your claw clip as it flies to the back of your neck to hold you in place. Your teeth grazes over the hardened bud, a sliver of pained pleasure courses through as you bite down with a gentle force. He hisses, mouth dropping open to bite back his moans. You remedy the pain with your tongue, silently apologizing without actually feeling sorry. 

You slither lower on all fours as you take his hard cock out of its confinements. Round eyes look up at him for permission to proceed. 

There’s a slight hesitance in your actions as the last time you wanted to give him a blowjob, he made it a goal to stay protected for both your sakes. He’s always for safe sex, but he knows he’s clean and wants to feel your bare lips around him as long as you’ll allow it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you tilt your head up, eyes burning with want and ownership of his bare skin.

Still, you ask, “Do we need a condom for this?” The thin straps of your pretty evening gown cascades loosely on your shoulders.

“No, but only if you want …” Jungkook pants, a harsh exhale when you give him a gentle squeeze. The small, pleased sound you make, paired with another harder tug confirms your answer.

He releases your hair from the clip, watching it cascade down your shoulders. Bunching your hair in a messy ponytail, he uses it as an anchor as you tug on his shaft. 

“Spit on it.” He pleads, groaning when you comply. Your saliva lands on the tip, dripping over the small bead of precum on his slit. So messy how your thumb glides over his slit, mixing the fluids together. Even messier when you place a kiss on his tip, mixed fluids tainting your pretty lips. His stomach contracts, the dips and ridges of his abs are even more defined as a result.

“Missed this with you, Pix.” He melts. It’s even better than how he imagined over the course of time spent with and without you. 

“I missed you, too.” You reply, tongue darting out and wetting your lips before moving in for a small lick over the head of his cock. “I wanna take care of you.” You mumble as you press messy kisses on the underside of his cock. “Is that okay?”

His stomach warms at your sentiment, knowing it’ll never be one-sided as he’ll always do the same for you. He nods, giving you the go ahead to do as you like. The grip on your hair increases and the hand cupped underneath your chin props you upright to take him fully.

He wonders how a place like heaven could ever beat this feeling with you.

Your eyes never stray from his, watching him through your lashes and how he struggles to maintain eye contact with you. It’s only when his cock begins hitting the back of your throat, your lids flutter shut. You gag from the action, pushing past the discomfort each time to hear more of his grunts and praises. Your skin prickles each time his thumb runs across your skin to soothe your aching jaw. 

“Fuck, Pix, if we keep going like — god,” he hisses, “I’m not gonna last long.” He warns.

“Mmhp,” You try to answer even with your mouth fully stuffed. He pulls back and you whine, robbed at the opportunity of having him release all over your tongue.

“Please,” you breathe, hoarse and rough, “wanna taste you.”

Your mouth falls open again. Instead of sliding in again, Jungkook jerks over his length, fast as he needs with the visual of you on your knees so readily to be ruined.

“Baby–I, I’m gonna cum. Fuck,” He tilts his head up to the ceiling.

And when he finally cums, he does so with your name and a string of praises. The first rope of cum lands on the corner of your mouth. Without another thought, you enclose your lips around his tip. His strangled noises spurs you on in your mission to suck and milk him dry.

When he finally slips out of your mouth, the hand underneath your chin guides you up and your knees walk you close to his standing body again. You still haven’t swallowed, unsure what you want to do with the fluid resting on your tongue.

Reading your expression clearly, Jungkook bites down a smile. “You don’t have to swallow, P.” He chuckles, placing a quick peck to your tightly shut mouth, “Want me to get the waste bin?”

He runs his thumb on the corner of your mouth, catching the stray droplet before wrapping his lips around his digit. Honestly, he doesn’t care for the taste and gets your hesitancy, but you hold his gaze and shake your head no, pressing your lips to his. He groans and opens his mouth for you to slip your cum-coated tongue in.

You whimper at his large hands running up and down your backside, ultimately landing on the bottom of your swelled ass. Absolute sin and filth personified when you both exchange and swallow your mixed fluids. 

Your body aches differently for Jungkook these days. Can’t believe he’s in front of you now in your home, surrounded by everything you love.

And you love him.

“I love you.” He says, as though all your internal thoughts and feelings are tethered to him. It’s no secret, and unworthy of hiding. 

You kiss him again, pulling him down with you. He giggles and shrugs off the rest of his clothing as he hovers over you with starry eyes.

Cupping his jaw, you reply, “I love you. Want this with you.”

The relationship. The love. The experience.

His heart — it’s all yours.

The long dimples appear again, disappearing from view once he lowers his head to kiss your neck all while fumbling on the thin straps of your dress and tugging it to expose your bare breasts.

He's said this before and thinks there’s no greater truth than this, “You’re perfect.” Leaning down, he places a wet kiss on your sternum, mouthing, “so beautiful.”

You keen into his touch, back arching when he takes one nipple in his mouth. He does this for a few minutes, teasing your nipples and rotating between them with equal amounts of love and attention.

Again, the ache runs through your entire body, gathering right at your core when his teeth bites down on your sensitive nipple. Your hand detaches from his hair and makes its descent down to his crotch.

He’s only half-hard, still sensitive from his first orgasm. 

Sensing your impatience, he chuckles against your skin. “Gimme some time, P.” Eyes closing as you squeeze around his length again.

You pout, but nod nonetheless, letting go of his shaft because the last thing you want is to do the opposite of keeping him hard.

“But,” he muses, “you could help me.”

And this is how you end up as equally naked as Jungkook on your bed. You’re supported by your numerous pillows as you lay there, watching his eyes jump between your face and closed legs.

His hands are on your knees, soft as he pries them apart to reveal your soaked core. 

You instinctively move to cover your mound, suddenly feeling shy even though Jungkook has seen you bare from below multiple times. His bigger hand covers yours, pressing against it just enough for you to feel the relief it brings. 

“‘S just me, pretty.” He says, eyes never leaving yours. His words and stare makes you sling your free arm over your eyes, blocking the visual of him: kiss-swollen lips, locks no longer in its styled state, red flush on his chest — a stark difference from the dark, solid ink on one of his arms … you can’t bear to look at him in this state. 

Can’t bear him looking at you either.

“I know,” you reply, “I’m just … embarrassed.”

You can’t see him, but you’re sure he’s giving you one of those smiles. One that asks ‘What for? You’re amazing.’

You think about the sheer amount of people who have watched Jungkook — yourself included — and wonder how he isn’t shy. And because of that, you feel yourself growing braver at the thought of giving Jungkook something to watch and appreciate.

Still, you keep your forearm over your eyes, but the other hand covering your pussy nudges Jungkook’s warm hand away. You move up a little. All practiced precision in how your middle finger dips between your slit, rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck.” He lets out a breathy laugh. Your senses are heightened in this self-visually impaired state; his swallow is heard in the distance.

You think about whether he’s just looking at your hand on your pussy or if he’s watching your covered face — if his eyelids are hooded … if the visual of you playing with yourself is ‘helping’ him. Perhaps it’s these thoughts that also make you grow wetter in between your legs, the wet sounds reach your ears through your staggered breaths.

You feel his lips press on the top of your knee, his breathing also coming out haggard.

“Is this enough?” You whimper, wanting him to take rein of your pleasure.

“A little longer, please?” He begs. “For me?”

He moans at your compliance, noting the speed change in your fingers. The bed shifts too, he nears your body again and you feel his warm breath fanning over your fingers. Suddenly, a dribble of wetness slides on top of your digits and trickles down to the entrance of your pussy, mixing with the rest of your arousal.

The feeling has you removing your arm, finally looking down where he’s at in between your legs. A small playful smile on his lips as he sits back up in his kneeled position. He's more than ready — just wants to see more of you. 

You take note of his hard cock in his hand, a slow stroke up before he thumbs at the slit like he likes to. A twinge of pleasure hits your core again and you’re forced to rub harder circles to relieve yourself of the heavy ache building up at the sight. He laughs again, a mixture of disbelief and horniness as the pace on his cock speeds up too.

“So much better seeing this in person.” His eyes involuntarily shut as he tilts his head to the side.

Huh?

The movement of your hand pauses and so does he with widened eyes. He clears his throat, trying to find the words before you ask, “W-what’s that supposed to mean?”

A sheepish smile stretches across his face and instead of explaining right away, he leans over your body now. Nose against yours, he places a tiny kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” He asks, his hand moves yours away from your pussy and slots his cock in between your soaked folds. Meant as a distraction or to ease your worries for his next words, he finds himself breathing heavier at the feel of your bare cunt with his shaft. The head of his cock slips over with ease onto your swollen clit, twitching as he moves his cock side to side now.

“I–fuck–Pix, you’re so wet.” He drops his head to your neck.

You nod, almost distracted as well, but you bring his head back to your eye level. He swallows nervously, wrist slowing the movement with his cock. Jungkook should’ve rephrased his question to ‘promise you won’t get embarrassed,’ because shortly after he slyly recounts the details of Your Video™ popping up in your living room, you lay there surrounded in the flames of humiliation.

“So embarrassing.” You mumble, unable to meet his eyes. 

Jungkook giggles, kissing your cheek, “Hey, I liked it a lot.”

You turn your head, nose touching his now, “Did you?”

“Uh-huh, more than you’ll ever know.” His hips shift, resuming the grind on your cunt again. “But I like this more.”

His movements get you worked up again, forgetting about your mortification just moments ago. You whine, whimper, and mew into his shoulder; the ache comes and goes — reminding you need more than just this.

“Jungkook,” You gasp at the taps of his cock against your folds.

“Hm?” Eyes hooded, he watches you through his lashes, mouth dropped open when your hands run down his torso.

“Need you.” You plead, hip angled up so you can press harder against him.

“I know, I know, pretty. Just–” He shuts his eyes, “I gotta get you nice and ready for me.”

He senses your hesitancy again and he stops to stare down at you.

“I-I’ve had sex already,” You say, teeth worrying on the bottom lip and debating if you should say your next words. “With, um, Mingyu. So, we don’t have to prep.” While both unnecessary to tell him and unreasonable to feel this way, guilt courses through your body at the confession.

“Doesn’t matter to me if you’ve had sex.” Jungkook says, “I always want you to feel good and comfortable.” He kisses you, soft just like the fingers he trails at your entrance gathering your arousal.

You swallow, “Are you upset it happened with someone else?”

He blinks, head tilting in confusion, “Not something for me to get upset over, P.” Studying your face, his brows eventually relax as he asks you, “Are you upset?”

You shrug, looking to the side. “It was … whatever.” That’s all you’re willing to say about the experience and you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t want to hear about another man while he’s just about to get intimate with you. At this point, maybe he’d opt out to stopping in general, but he sighs a small hey to gain your attention.

“The experience will always be yours.” He kisses your forehead. “Nobody can take anything from you.”

You nod, eyes closing at the feel of his finger at your entrance. He keeps his lips at your forehead, feeling it furrow as he sinks one finger into your pussy. It’s a slow and leisure pump, easy to have you forgetting about the prior conversation and putting the focus back on him. Penetration has never been your thing; technically, it’s still not. But there’s some relief as Jungkook curls and massages his finger against your walls, stretching you out as he intended to. He refuses to take his eyes off yours, especially when he decides to add in another finger.

“That’s it, baby. Taking it so well.” He praises, voice cracking at the end of the sentence.

“You make me feel so good.” You sigh, eyes closing as he speeds his fingers inside you. “Always feel so safe with you.”

He curses, mentally prepared to hear your choked whine when he removes his fingers from your sopping hole. He says your name sternly, followed by a thick swallow. You hum in response, hips mindlessly chasing after any part of his body for friction. He slots his hard shaft against your wet folds again, giving you both some form of pleasure in the interim. He looks down, moaning at the sight of his cock coated with your arousal.

“Need you inside me.” Your hands hold his waist in place to stop him from grinding against your clit, head of his cock positioned at your entrance. You bubble with anticipation, wondering how he’d feel inside you.

And as much as he’d like nothing more than to finally sink inside, a small part of his lovesick brain still holds some form of logic and manages to utter, “Birth control?”

You blink, a slight falter in your response as you shake your head shamefully. There wasn’t a medical necessity for you to be on birth control before and you didn’t think far enough when it came to intimacy with Jungkook.

He chuckles, “That’s okay, P. I just wanted to check.” He hops off the bed and fishes for his wallet. Another ten seconds go before he drops his wallet onto the ground with a triumphed smile and brings up the small squared package between his fingers. The smile drops a little at the sight of your tiny pout.

Beating him to his question, you remark, “I wanted to feel you …” 

He exhales hard through his nose. Keeping the condom in between his fingers, he makes his way back to you on your bed. You both seem to fall back into position again. 

“Not sure if either of us are ready for kids, P.” The thought of having kids is scary, but weirdly … he finds the fear lessening at the thought of it with you. Seen how you reacted and smiled around children — he wonders if his future kids would have your smile. Either way, too early for these thoughts.

“Okay, okay,” You let his words simmer a little and he suddenly wants to do away with the little package in his hands when you look up at him. “You’re right.” 

He’s right, knows he is when you blink away those irrational thoughts. The same thoughts get pushed to the side when the foil packaging tears and a sweet scent fills your nostrils. This time, hints of rich chocolate and confectioned goodness. You relax back onto your mattress, watching as he positions himself between your legs.

“Do you only have flavored condoms?” You ask, impish smile lifting the awkward conversation from before.

He grins, “Someone gifted a five hundred flavored pack for my birthday last year.” Hint: it was Hoseok. “So … we’re stuck with this for now. Do you hate it? I could stop using them–”

You shake your head and his eyes soften at your answer. There’s relief in knowing it’ll always remain sweet between you and Jungkook. 

“I wanna feel you, too.” He admits as he lines himself at your entrance. He doesn’t push in just yet, watching how your hole clenches around nothing … for now. “We’ll figure something out.”

The defaulted option is to simply have you go on birth control, but that’s something to discuss and for you to decide. If need be, he isn’t too opposed to a vasectomy. You both have all the time in the world to discuss.

“Okay,” you stutter as he begins pushing the head of his covered cock in. That’s all he does for now, opting to drop onto his forearms to kiss you, praise you — love on you. You do little to hide the sting, face contorting before you let out a couple shallow breaths.

“Too much?” He asks, hips stalling and fingers brushing away your hair.

You shake your head, “Hurts a little, but,” you lift your hips a little, legs parting to accommodate Jungkook's body. “Wanna keep going.”

He doesn’t move. 

Tattooed arm dropped in between your bodies, he rubs practiced circles on your clit. You sigh in content, wiggling your hips to push more of him into you. Eyes fluttering shut, similar to how your pussy flutters and gushes around his length after every little push inside as a reward for taking more of him. He shudders and grunts deeply, mentally counting backwards from a hundred to keep himself distracted by how snug your walls feel around him.

You moan, soft and saccharine at the stretch of his full length inside you.

“You feel so good.” He husks into the shell of your ear. “Feel that, Pix?”

“Yeah …” You keen, unable to verbalize a proper response.

“You gotta tell me how you feel, ‘kay?” He lifts his head up and connects his forehead on yours, but his heavy eyes observe how your lower halves connect.

“M-mhm,” You reply, eyes shutting at the fullness below. “Can we stay like this for a bit? I-It’s … it’s a lot.”

He nods. A part of him is thankful for this pause, allowing his mind to think of other things in the meantime so this experience can be better for you. The other part is worried you’re uncomfortable. He wants to make this good for you — wants you to feel good, so it doesn’t matter how long he needs to stay still inside you. Sex could end right now and he’d be okay with it.

“Kiss me, please?” Your request comes out small, but he feels the harsh drumming of your heart against his chest. Your hands are bunched up on his nape, not relaxed how they usually are when you’re with him. 

What else could he do but comply with your wishes?

Kissing’s good — the belief he’ll die on a hill for. Kissing’s even better with you; he loves your lips, the way you lick the seam of his lips, how you sound when you’re being kissed as you deserve. Could stay like this forever with you. The heavy making out goes on for another two minutes, until he unconsciously bucks his hips which forces you to detach from his lips in a loud gasp.

He immediately searches for your face, eyes swelling with concern. “Sorry, I–”

You shake your head, thighs clamping around to hold him still before he pulls out. “‘s okay,” you reassure, “That felt good. Just, go slow.”

The pace he sets out is controlled — slow, as requested. And god, is it good. Your bed creaks with every movement, but the sounds are overshadowed by your shared breathy moans and praises only heard between each other. His fingers move swiftly over your pussy, so love drunk with your body, he feels his balls tightening — a sign of his forthcoming orgasm.

Call it selfish or greedy, he doesn’t want it to end, pulling out at the last second to delay his orgasm. Typically so well-versed in your body cues of an impending orgasm, his own dilemma clouded his judgment when you let out an involuntary frustrated cry at the loss of contact. 

Your chest stutters, stomach clenching from your heavy breaths. And although you should question why he did that, you can’t think when he guides his cock into your warm cunt once more.

“You were gonna make me cum again, pretty.” He lets out a breathy laugh, hips resuming its pace.

You whine, “Was gonna cum, too.” You look down where he fucks his thick length into you. He makes up for the accidental edging by rocking his hips faster into you, fingers once again finding home on your clit forces a high pitched squeal from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah? I’m sorry.” He truly is. Your pleasure’s always his top priority — you’re his priority. 

“You deserve to cum.” His fingers flatten on your mound, and the wet squelching sounds increase with the fastened movements. “Give it to me, pretty.”

So sensitive and lost in the pleasure, you gasp and arch your body into his, eyes slamming shut at the onset waves of pleasure building below. 

“Jung–” Couldn’t finish your sentence before you’re squeezing tightly around him. He doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers, but he stills himself in you, giving you a couple hard pumps while you ride out your sudden orgasm.

He doesn’t think he ever wants to forget this feeling. 

Finally letting off your clit and pushing himself up again, Jungkook marvels at the thin sheen of sweat in between your chest and the white ring of cum coated at the base of his cock where the condom doesn’t fully reach.

“Please, need you to cum inside me.” You beg.

He can’t, not with the condom on, but the sentiment makes him act like he doesn’t have one on. Parting your thighs wider, he thrusts in slowly, mindful of your oversensitivity. The ring of cum builds and thickens at the base, transferring some of your arousal over his pubic bone in a messy haze. Alas, the visual combination of your chest moving in tandem with his thrusts, your scrunched brows, and hand on his stomach was enough for him to release once more. 

Though, the final blow came from your soft declarations of love while you tell him how good he makes you feel.

“Baby,” He manages, hands dropping your thighs, his front also comes down onto your chest as he lazily pumps inside of you with his cum-filled condom. The pleasure continues in the form of your fingers raking up and down his back, drawing shapes and patterns of love.

You know things will always remain sweet between you and Jungkook — like the giggles, doting questions, and soothing hands as he brings you to the shower. It’s not the hot water you feel on your skin, but Jungkook’s tender kisses and embrace forever etched on your body.

“P, sit still, won’t you?” Jungkook stands behind the tripod, angling the camera.

“You ever consider modeling? You’re a natural.” You say as you sift through the album on the tablet. You’re doing everything to avoid Jungkook’s latest assignment in class. Sure, it’ll be a good headshot update for your business card and website, but you weren’t keen on having your picture taken. It was always better behind the camera.

He rolls his eyes, gentle smile on his lips as he walks over. “Flattery won’t get you out of helping me. You promised you’d be my model for this semester.”

“Camera shy.” You pout. “You know that.”

“I know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I’ll teach you.” Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

The thing with teaching is that he inadvertently learns as well. Knows it’s also the same for you too. Skills refined, new ideologies unlocked, and discoveries waiting to be explored. He no longer follows a script anymore — no longer feels like he’s boxed in … life is forever limitless as long as he makes it to be.

A shutter goes off from behind capturing the two of you in the frame.

fin.

ending a/n: beta’d by @takeitawaykenny who sat thru my ridiculousness but also entertained it. prologue wouldn’t have existed without her, yall … she rly was brain behind rkivedshots' beginnings on god love u bookie ;__; and @lovieku who’s been nothing but supportive and rode thru my (many) moments of doubt. she was the angel i needed on my shoulder during the makings of my first series and helped shape so much of itf!! couldn't have done this without your guys unwavering love and support!! oceans of gratitude to my two champions 😭🫂

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alas, thank YOU all for joining me on this fun ride. i hope you guys got something out of this whether it be a chuckle, life lesson, or soiled panties, i’m lucky yall stuck with me. to my lovelies who have been here since the beginning and cuties we picked up along the way: i appreciate your trust, patience, and overall enthusiasm for this series — you’re my dream!! i told yall i’d guide us to my desired ending with so much love and care. ain’t no way this couple wasn’t gonna be end game … i just had to make the journey difficult. oop. anyway call me #aftercarequeen 💅

with that said … epilogue? send your thanks to lovieku for convincing me bahaha it won’t come any time soon cuz i have other things i wanna work on, but do not fear … i have something planned!

in the meantime, feel free to send in your reaccs/thoughts for our lovely itf!couple. i’m here for ya just as you’ve been here with me xoxo ♡

epilogue.

[mimisitaugu]

Absolute masterpiece from start to finish.

[missenu]

in the frame (final act.) ✮⋆˙

synopsis: your skills as a videographer gets put to the test when your friend, who happens to be in the same profession, falls victim to double-booking. problem is, you only specialized in weddings, not adult films. despite your initial reluctance, you take the job. cue the lights … you meet jeon jungkook, a pornstar, on set — in his world. you just never expected him to play a part in yours.

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x wedding videographer!fem reader

wc: 21.1k

genre: s2l, pornstar au, smut, angst, fluff

cw: slice of life, miscommunication, anxiety, fear of future, inaccurate adult filming industry discourse/depiction, jk had a tough time at work, mentions of injuries, tension, yearning, angsty confrontation, alcohol consumption, confessions, fluffy moments, 18+ ONLY, oral (f&m), rimming (f receiving), nipple play, fingering, cum eating, jk watches pix, protected sex, accidental orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes, aftercare

a/n: finally here!! 😛🎉 as always, enjoy~

masterlist | prologue | act i. | act ii. | act iii.

Is a glass of water half-full or half-empty?

You observe the glass, hoping for a revelation or answer — a good distraction from your miscalculations all evening; well, miscalculations in the duration of meeting Jeon Jungkook. Tucking yourself further into your small couch, the corners of your lips tug at the reminder of the boy. The icy glass cools your hot skin, which still remembers the flames he left you surrounded in on the dancefloor.

And those eyes — his always spoke to you without words. 

Eyes smitten and playful all evening, you can’t forget how they morphed into fear and panic when you finally moved on the pathway he laid out for you. Were you wrong to assume he wanted more with you?

“Ah, so stupid.” You slam your eyes shut at the memory, shame heats your cheeks at his rejection — at another loss you’ll need to process on your own. Loss, after loss, after loss. It wears on your bones, empties your soul just like how you empty the glass of water clutched in your hand.

Didn’t matter whether your glass was ‘half-full or half-empty,’ the water will eventually be consumed. Jungkook had a way of overfilling your glass with an abundance of hope; however, you later found out the glass you shared with Jungkook contained holes and eventually left you empty.

No one leaves you empty like Jungkook does. 

Sitting up higher on your couch, you dig your lower back into your armrest, wanting to feel some form of support.

Maybe you should’ve stayed and taken the water Jungkook offered. Wake you up from that drunken state and snap you out of your innermost desires for your friend. You’d probably go as far as blaming the alcohol and the night would’ve just ended from there.

Probably would’ve been a better alternative than pathetically running away. Then again, there was no way you were going to last another second in the venue — not after the way he pulled away.

You know it’s rude to leave in the middle of the party. Can’t even bear looking at your phone since ordering a cab outside the club, opting to place it on silent afterwards. Now, the phone rests heavily on your kitchen counter, begging to be checked on.

You should text him. Tell him you’re safe and use indigestion as an excuse for your abrupt departure — no one would ever find fault in that reason. Another pang of anxiety holds you back from touching your phone. What if he didn’t bother checking on you? Upset with your bad habit of leaving? 

He has all the rights to.

Setting your feet into your house slippers, you’re thankful for the flat cushion after a night of dancing in heels. Bathroom first, then you’ll text Jungkook. The order of events seemed the most logical and definitely not your way of avoiding the inevitable. It’s a solid plan—

You jolt at the series of knocks against your door. Although your building was relatively safe, living alone had its downsides, especially at this hour. The grip on your glass changes and you ready yourself for self-defense. 

Best case scenario? A ding-dong ditcher. Worst? Nope. You don’t want your mind wandering there. 

One eye closed, you peer through the peephole.

The fisheye effect warps your vision, but you could easily make out the person standing facing away from your doorway. The dangly, silver five-hooped earrings were a dead giveaway to your visitor. Felt them graze the top of your hand every time he tilted his head in your touch. Felt them when you wrapped your hands at the base of his nape. They glimmered prettily under the club lights, but they look nearly dull now under your complex’s standard lightbulbs. 

He’s a few steps away, pacing, looking anywhere but your door as if it was the most offensive piece of object … as if your home was the most deplorable place he could be at right now.

And it should be. He should be at his party celebrating his wins and accomplishments, surrounded by people who love and care for him — not on shame’s breeding grounds. Shame nearly has you running to hide underneath your covers, hoping he’d leave if you refused to answer. Rather than give into shame’s call for isolation, your fingers flick the locks and wrap around the doorknob.

“Jungkook?” 

He’s still turned away from you, pacing back and forth in your building’s hallway. No longer styled how it was in the beginning of the night, his hair looks to be run through … whether it be by him or a stranger. 

Couldn’t be you.

Your mouth parts, words lodged in your throat, but you manage to utter, “What are you doing here?”

He lets out a breath. So unstable, you could feel the restraint in his action but he stops in his tracks, head tilting up at the ceiling to will the words.

“Why do you keep doing that?” His voice raises, back still turned to you.

You frown, looking around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity. Definitely not at this hour. Your neighbors should be asleep, which is why you don’t want to make a scene outside your home.

“Jungkook—”

Suddenly, harshly, his back shifts and his body whips around, “Why do you keep leaving me? Is that all you know how to do?” 

You’re standing face to face with his wide eyes and desperate furrowed brows. The hand raking through his hair only showcasing more of the distress forming on his forehead.

Your mind flashes back to your meeting at the milestone party. There was nothing wrong with your departure at that time. A small, but selfish part of you, doesn’t think you were at total fault for tonight’s departure either. 

“Jungkook … please,” you stammer, eyes drifting down to your feet. 

“I-I don’t fucking get it, Pix. I just–”

“Can you come inside?” You ask, looking around once more. And although Jungkook hasn’t made far enough noises to warrant a complaint, you’d rather talk inside the privacy of your home. “We can talk in here. Please?” You plead in a small whisper.

Jaw clenched as he looks at you and over the threshold of your home, he nods.

Citrus, with no more lingering scent of cigarettes, wafts past you. Even if he was upset with you, he’s still respectful in your home as he toes off his shoes at the entryway. He exhales through his nose, finally turning to face you. His jaw ticks, eyes bloodshot for multiple reasons but he’ll blame the alcohol and not the exhaustion of looking for you. 

You can’t meet his eyes, can’t even bring yourself to speak in the comforts of your home.

“You keep doing this.” His voice cracks.

“I-I,” Your own voice wavers at his statement, you fight the lump in your throat as you lie, “wasn’t feeling well—”

“Cut the bullshit.” 

You frown, having never seen Jungkook speak nor act this way towards you. He extends patience and understanding towards you like an additional limb on his body; perhaps, you’ve tested them enough tonight. Still, your own emotions come out just as unsteady and unreasonable.

“You’re being unfair.” You croak.

“I’ve been anything but that, Pix.” He retracts his head, brows furrowed. “You’re the one that left. Like you always do when things don’t go your way.”

Your brows pull together, unable to mask the hurt at the accusation. “What did you expect me to do? You—” Your bottom lip trembles.

“What?” He takes a step forward and you’re once again engulfed in his overbearing scent. The action stunts your train of thoughts, and for a split second, you think he’s almost just as affected.

You’re tired of going in circles, chasing but also running away from what appears to be your own desires.

“You led me on all night.” Voice small, Jungkook nearly misses what you say. 

His frustration morphs into surprise, then guilt at the sudden forwardness of your words.

“I …” His eyes widen at the realization as he chews on the inside of his cheeks. He shakes his head, denying the allegations. “I didn’t.”

“But you did.” You walk past him, lower back leaning against the kitchen island. Arms crossed, you don’t miss how Jungkook’s eyes drop to your breasts pushed together. His throat bobs, hands twitching on his sides as he tries to rack up an appropriate response.

“We were dancing. Having fun.” He reasons. “That’s all.”

Friends don’t dance the way you both did tonight; their touches don’t burn. They don’t leave the party after being deserted from a dodged kiss on the dance floor. They sure as hell don’t stare at you like you’re made of stardust. 

“Okay.” As if whatever happened in the last couple of hours could be reduced to ‘just dancing.’

His throat emits a low growl, patience once again tested. “Why’d you leave?”

Truthfully? There was no alternate reality where you’d stay after his rejection.

Your crossed arms drop to your sides, throat tightening to keep the contents in your stomach from hurling out. You can’t bear the truth, which seems to point at the fact Jungkook has moved on and there’s no more room for you in his life and heart. 

He’s left you behind.

Jungkook fills in the silence with the same words circling in your head, slipping from his mouth now directed at you with an ache you’ve done your best to forget. “You’ve moved on.”

Your face falls, having spent months trying to forget him through hobbies, friends, and even another person, only to find out … nothing’s worked.

Unable to meet his eyes, you mutter, “I had to.” 

“I know.” He says, “I know that.”

The filter on your fish tank acts as a buffer for the silence stretched in the small distance.

“You’ve moved on, too.” You don’t mention the woman you saw in his apartment lobby, too afraid of the confirmation that he has indeed moved on.

He lets out a shuddering breath, head hung low. “I tried, okay? I really did.”

Something within you shatters at his revelation. It hurts to be right, and it hurts more knowing no one was at fault in the aftermath of a heartbreak. 

He drags his hand down his face, fighting the drunken exhaustion and confusion. “Things got better, I swear. But then I see you and I’m just reminded …”

“Of what?” You ask.

He stays quiet. So different than the man who was just outside your door ready to scorn the world. You wonder how he has kept his composure during the times of your silence when all you want to do right now is shout for an answer, resolution … or ending. What was left after this? Was there another title after being demoted to friends?

… Strangers?

You don’t wait for his answer, choosing to fill the gaps of the conversation with your reality. “You don’t tell me about your life anymore. Like … like, I’m some sort of afterthought learning all these things about you after the fact.” Tears falling freely, you sniff and palm away the moisture on your cheeks.

“Pix–”

“Why did you push me away?” From his life, from the kiss … no clarification needed — it all bleeds together anyway. “Did I misunderstand?”

“Pix.” He repeats, eyes crestfallen and exhausted. “You’re with someone, there’s no way I would do that to you–”

“I’m not with him anymore.”

He pauses, drawing in a sharp breath. “Still doesn’t make it right.” Despite his words, you recognize a faint glint in his eyes.

Of course he becomes the voice of reason when this conversation shouldn’t exist among supposed friends. Now it’s your turn to stay quiet, too ashamed for further humiliation and rejection.

“All I do is remember you, Pix. All I find myself doing is thinking of you. Could never stop even if I wanted to.” He shakes his head. Your stomach sinks, an uncomfortable mass lodged in your throat as you process his words. “And I’m so tired of having to remember you.” He looks at you with so much anguish, wishing and begging for you to end this turmoil. 

“Jungkook …”

“I still think about the night at the hotel.” He continues, jaw clenched to stop the trembles. “And I feel so guilty.”

You shake your head vehemently. “You never once did anything I didn’t want to do.”

“I knew you couldn’t be with me, but I still pushed for more. It was selfish of me and I—”

“I’ve always wanted you, Jungkook,” you sob. “You never gave me the chance to make things work.”

Your hands cover your face as you heave into your palms, moist from your tears and breath. Jungkook tilts his head up at the ceiling, furiously blinking away the stray tears he thought he had swore away on the cab ride over to your place.

The buzzing travels up from your fingers to the back of your head. Your body convulses from your silent sobs, mind numbing from all the fog and confusion. Like a bee, refusing to leave you alone, you want to cower away from the source of noise. The buzzing continues for another fifteen seconds, too loud even when neither of you utter a word. It’s impossible to avoid when the buzzing happens from within. How do you remedy this? How do you run away? How, how, how—

The buzzing stops.

Zapped away by a strong pair of arms, the bees stop swarming in your mind, all honeyed scent — all citrus consuming your senses.

Jungkook holds you and it’s the closest thing to the security of your home. Possibly better. Home shelters you from the brewing storm, and as you cry into the expanse of Jungkook’s chest, he holds you tighter, chin resting on the top of your head.

“What are we even doing?” Jungkook mumbles against your hair, voice hoarse and tired.

You inhale into your hands and answer honestly, “I don’t know.” 

He swallows, breathing you in, “I hate this.”

Your heart crumbles again. Was this it? Has to be. He’s finally done and wants nothing to do with you anymore.

Instead of his warmth departing from your body like you’ve grown used to, he holds you tighter.

“I fucked everything up.” He says. “I messed you up, and I’m trying to do right by you, I swear, but I–”

His words are cut off with your arms around his waist. Face pressed into his chest, your tears became another source of darkness on his grey shirt, but neither of you cared. 

“You didn’t mess anything up.” You heave. Months passed, things changed. Time was a marker for healing and forgetting old wounds; though, there were just some things — some people — you can’t and don’t want to forget. 

“I missed you so much, Pix.”

You pull back a little to look at his face. Hurt and longing never needed a competition and there’s no winner when both of you were wounded in the process. The frame had always been a little unfocused and hard to decipher, but you’re both in view now.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” You confess.

He blinks twice, hand now coming to cup your wet cheek. Ache and remorse stretches over his face at the time lost in the absence of one another. He needs to be honest, barring out the truth if there was even a possibility to start anew. 

“I can’t promise perfection, P.” He admits, scared and worried for this potential dealbreaker. 

“I never asked for perfection.” You shake your head, breath finally coming out even. Pausing, you let the reality of your recent failures sink in, “I just got out of something and I don’t know if I’m any good, but I wanna figure things out with you — do things properly. Please give me time.” Please give us time.

You both loosen your hold on one another, but maintain your gazes as your hands finally intertwine. The hold is weak, full of uncertainty of the future, but you push forward, “Please?” You ask again, heart in your hands — no, heart in his hands. You pray and hope he handles it with care. He has all the power to do the opposite, turning your heart to cold steel for the next poor soul.

He doesn’t, though — can’t imagine anyone but him holding your heart with delicate hands if you allow him to. 

Jungkook’s always wondered when the world would bend for him; yet, he’s got the world in his arms right now willing to bend for his sake. 

He nods and the night bleeds into the morning as you and Jungkook sit on your small couch to catch up, mending lost time with one another. The hours of bitterness leading up to this moment was well worth it after you finally taste the hint of sweetness lodged behind his growing smiles. The catch up bounces back between idle chatters to late night secrets until you both settle into the mundane and content.

“Group work is the worst, P. Avoid it at all costs.” He recounts the number of times his classmates let him down on a project this past semester.

You laugh wholeheartedly. “Why’d you think I run this business alone?”

“Smart girl.” He grins, and your body warms from the small compliment. 

A natural silence fills you both at this time, between the chuckles and stares. You think you could get used to this. A new norm knowing you both want to start over with an agreed upon future. The two glasses of water on your coffee table gets refilled throughout the night, but sits empty now. 

Yet, you’re both so full. 

And you realize no one’s replenishing the glass the way Jungkook does. Around your imaginary glass filled with holes, Jungkook always does his best to cover and mend them.

“I’m sorry for not keeping you posted on my life.” Jungkook says, knees brushing against yours. “I was trying to figure things out on my own.” He leaves out the part where he wanted to reach out for your opinion, opting to struggle by himself.

“Could’ve reached out to me. I wouldn’t have minded.”

He nods, lips pursed debating his next words.

“What?” You ask, eyes heavy from exhaustion, but you don’t want to miss a single second with your special boy.

“Mm, nothing.” His trademark dimples make an appearance when he hides away a playful smile.

“Come on,” you push, “Tell me.”

He laughs softly, lips pulling to an embarrassed smile, “Wanted you to notice me, so I …”

Your eyes narrow, doing your best to piece together the meaning of his words. Something finally clicks as you lean back against your couch. You’d never peg someone like Jeon Jungkook to do things out of spite or attention, but you suppose love has a way of making people do stupid things.

This was love, right?

“I know. Stupid and immature.” He shakes his head.

“It worked.” You shrug, returning his sheepish smile. He interlaces his fingers with you, relaxed knowing you had been trying to keep up with his life in secret. 

He smiles, but shortly after dips a little at his next musing, “Classes have really taken up a lot of my time. I haven’t been able to work as much, but I still take on projects every month or so.”

Your expression falters a little, guilt filling your system as he relays this information. You nod, head leaning to rest on his shoulder.

“Does it bother you?” He asks another forward question. He doesn’t sound as uncertain as he did months ago in the hotel, courage coming as he knows your inevitable answer. 

“A little.” You admit.

You’ll get used to this just as Jungkook needs to get used to this too — that sometimes he will disappoint and hurt. Your acceptance isn’t a form of a bandaid over a reopened wound; instead, allowing the healing process to take on whatever form is needed. Eventually a scar tissue will rise over the persistent lesion, granting you the chance to perform better this time around.

Around 5 a.m. your sleepy eyes fight to stay open as you watch Jungkook put on his shoes. He stands up, eyes heavy but with so much anticipation. Realizes the moment the door shuts behind him, he’ll be left anticipating the next time he’ll be graced with your company again.

He comes close, and with a soft exhale through his nose, he presses his lips to your forehead. Breath fanning over, his voice is low and gravelly on your skin, “See ya, Pix.”

Life with Jungkook, again, is ever soft and changing. The effort is there, the pace of the relationship slow as it should be. Jungkook’s main focus is school now and you’re there to support him along the way. You come over to work while he’s studying or in virtual lectures.

He wants you close. Giving you access to his apartment by creating your personalized finger scan into his home. You also give him a spare key to your place, prompted by a recent out of the city wedding you had to attend and no one else was available to feed Gum and Bubba.

On his large couch, you sit on the opposite end as you answer email inquiries. Wedding season’s peaking again and no matter how busy you may get, you’re never too busy for Jungkook. Nothing stops Jungkook from remaining close to you — not even his overly large couch. He’s never too far, wanting your legs slung over his lap as he listens to his lecture through his headphones. His hands mindlessly massage the bottom of your soles, knowing exactly where you’re most sensitive and tired after a long weekend of being on your feet.

You aren’t quite lovers, but you definitely are not just friends. What you’re building with Jungkook takes time. Lots of failing and hard days, but there are just as many and if more, softer and gentler days where you’re reminded this was all worth it.

Things move as they intend to. Like your slow evening walks, shared hot meals, and camera shutters when Jungkook needs to work on his portfolio or an assignment for class. He tags along with you on a couple of weddings to keep you company, inevitably revealing to you that weddings aren’t his thing. It’s good to be honest with these truths — one less field he’d find himself dipping with in the world of photography. But no matter his contempt, he likes being where you’re at. 

His lecture finishes and he closes his laptop on his table, leaning back as he rests his eyes after realizing how long he’s been on the computer. Sure, school was difficult, but it was structured — no surprises. Just an obligation he willingly signed up for. 

You don’t look up from your laptop, speaking as you type up a response to an inquiry, “What’s on your mind?”

He debates sharing his predicament, hands haven’t stopped his ministrations on your feet as if you were his version of a stress-ball. You breathe through your nose when he hits a particular pressure point.

“I have to go to work next weekend.” He sighs, working on your other foot now. “I’m tired.”

“Can you decline or postpone?” You look up, blue light from your screen bouncing back to your face. 

He shakes his head. “Can’t. I signed a two-parter contract a while back and this is the last installment.”

You close your laptop, feet swinging down to touch his fluffy carpet rug as you scoot closer to him. You were aware contracts and waiver forms existed to protect a business and their clients. In Jungkook’s case, the production he signed with was protecting their assets and securing their future projects. It’s a little demoralizing to view Jungkook as an asset, but that’s how business worked. He had to fulfill his duties to avoid legal penalties.

You lean in and it’s a familiar sight Jungkook’s grown fond of these couple of weeks: cheek squished on his shoulder, you look up with reassuring eyes. ‘It’ll be okay.’

Slowly, you’ve grown to manage the unease of his work, ache returning similar to tides crashing onto land. Sometimes the waves hit stronger than anticipated, but smaller and more manageable tides come ashore.

“Just one day, and it’ll be over soon. Then you’ll be free to focus on your exams afterwards, hm?” You soothe, setting the scenario to make the finish line easier to visualize.

“Yeah.” He grunts, not completely relaxed at the idea of having to do something he doesn’t particularly want to, but a job was a job.

“Hey,” you sit up higher, “is there anything I can do to make it better?”

Shouldn’t have offered that because there’s probably a number of things Jungkook can list off the top of his head. His tongue grows heavy in his mouth at the mere idea of having anything he wanted from you. 

“Something sweet?” You suggest, brows wiggling up and down.

“Right now?” Declining was never in the books when it came to desserts.

You shake your head with a small laugh, “Whenever you’re done with the project. I can bring something after.”

“Okay, Pix. I’d love that.” His hand holds yours. “Surprise me.”

Nights were always spent like this until it was time for one of you to leave. He walks you to your car, waving at the kind receptionist on the way out to the guest parking lot. No longer embraced in summer’s sweltering heat, fall’s brisk air hits your cheeks when you both step out the complex. You never needed an excuse to press your body closer to Jungkook’s side, hand lodged deep in his coat pocket.

“Bye.” You whisper, tippy-toeing as you press a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger on his cold skin just a little longer.

The grip around your hands tighten as he fights off the intrusive thoughts of wishing for your lips to move over any expanse of his skin. There’s no need to deny the fact of having impure thoughts of you … had always been the case whether or not you were with him. It doesn’t help when you press your body closer to his, testing the boundaries of your new relationship with each other. Though, the test always stops where it is needed. 

Passing the test, he gulps, “Text me when you get home, ‘kay?”

“I will.”

Five hours of work and he’ll be free. Considering the masses need to work on average an eight hour shift and sometimes more, Jungkook is fortunate for his work hours to salary ratio. Still not easy doing what he does especially since he isn’t in the right headspace at the moment and school’s been eating up his time — a love-hate relationship when it comes to being in a new learning environment. 

He’s been reevaluating a lot these days, wondering how he’ll juggle his profession with school. And when he finds himself thinking too much of the possibilities, he forces himself to run from those thoughts of quitting everything all together. 

In those difficult moments, thinking about you helps calm his nerves about the future and he feels himself landing back on reality. Not everything needs an immediate answer or decision; moreover, he’s allowed to make mistakes. Much like your relationship with him, the ambiguity doesn’t make him run for the hills anymore. Although you and Jungkook don’t currently have any labels for what you are now, there isn't any uncertainty in his devotion towards you.

He checks his bathroom mirror one more time, piercings taken out because today’s shoot may be a little more physically demanding and he isn’t keen on risking any additional injuries like he had sustained in the first shoot. He signed up for the project on a whim because … well, at the time the money and deal seemed decent. BDSM isn’t something he dabbled a lot in on both the receiving or giving end. However, around the same time he signed the contract, he was still grieving the relationship with you and in need of a distraction — something to make him feel again no matter how painful or rigorous to the body. 

After the first shoot, he needed at least two weeks of rest … both mentally and physically. He isn’t fond of his co-star — Jungkook still remembers the numbers the man did to his body despite signaling his discomfort. 

Locking his door, he makes his way to the elevator. The doors open to reveal a familiar face: Yoona. 

She smiles at him, the lines around her eyes crease from the action. Jungkook nods and steps into the elevator next to her. Her strong perfume permeates his senses; a little too floral for his liking in comparison to the subtle cucumber and jasmine scent on your skin he’s grown attached to. 

“Work?” He asks, looking at his phone. It’s nearly noon, a little late to be going into the office. Then again, what does he know about the corporate life?

“Hyunbin wanted me to visit.” Ah, her ex-husband — explains her appearance and unusual demeanor. He assumes a revenge outfit underneath her long fur coat. “You working?”

“Yup.” He exhales through his nose.

Even without his explanation of his reluctance, Yoona reads him easily … just like how she read him the first two weeks after his split with you, choosing to end things with him because she wasn’t fond of messing with someone who was in emotional distress. She’s already got a lot going on and the last thing she wants is a fuckbuddy using her as an emotional crutch.

She’d rather be a friend or a … mentor? Maybe just a friendly neighbor until he got his shit together.

Be it her years of wisdom or her innate ability to read the younger man, she catches wind of his unwillingness to go to work.

“Hang in there.” She offers, just as her friends regurgitated on multiple venting sessions during the nasty divorce process. It’s the bare minimum as a friend if they aren’t able to do more for you.

“Thanks, you too.” He returns the encouragement with a toothy grin. One of the advantages of being taller than most is his ability to spy over people’s phones. Yoona types away in her phone, the prior messages included a clear image of a male’s lower half and her own response with an image of her freshly showered body in a towel. 

Even with her sunglasses on (which, by the way, are totally unneeded with this gloomy weather), she rolls her eyes under the elevator’s fluorescent lights.

“He’s been begging to make things work again.” She places her phone in her purse. 

“You gonna let him back in?” Surely would lessen the alimony she has to pay him.

Yoona scowls, “I may be single, but I am not lonely.” The elevator dings and signals their arrival on the ground floor. “I can have my cake and eat it.” She smiles, red blooming with her pearly white teeth.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, a surge of sweetness also embraces him now after realizing he also has his ‘cake’ too. Hasn’t quite eaten you the way he wants to, but he’s content. Loves where you are both at and is willing to wait till things settle more in life for the both of you.

Yoona clears her throat, strong floral scent leaving along with her as she steps out of the elevators first. “Take care, Jungkook.” Her heels click on the marble floors as she runs out to the cab waiting for her. 

Jungkook sighs again, making his way to his car and already programming the job site’s address into his Maps app.

Five hours and he’ll be done. 

As promised, you have a sweet treat ready to reward Jungkook after his shift.

It’s uncharacteristic of Jungkook to not answer your texts after a couple of hours. You push away the worry as you make your way up the elevators, tiny brown bag containing something rich and icy you’d typically save for the summer. 

Though, there were no rules on when to consume ice cream, especially if it was made by scratch — especially when you made it with your own spin. Anticipation brews as your steps near the front entrance of his home.

Your fingers press on the knob’s scanner and the latch clicks, ready for you to turn and enter into his home.

The living room’s dark, save for the small light Jungkook programmed to turn on at a specific time. There’s no greeting like you’re used to. Hanging your coat and scarf on the stand, you peer past the entryway as you toe off your shoes.

“Jungkook?” You call out with an air of uncertainty. 

Still no answer. Your eyes adjust to the dim surroundings, eyes eventually falling onto a figure you’d recognize in any condition. 

Jungkook’s laid down on his couch, one arm over his eyes. He’s in his sweats, showered and asleep. Your shoulders drop, tip-toeing past him to put the sweet treat into the freezer. You come back to the living room, not without picking up the fallen throw blanket on the ground, placing it on his body.

You could crack open your laptop to do some work in his kitchen until he stirs awake or just leave and let him rest. Straightening up from your bent position, a sharp inhale comes from below as Jungkook removes his forearm from his face and lifts his head up to peer around his surroundings. He sees you and drops his head in relief, breathing patterns stabilizing with a drag of his hand down his face.

“What time is it?”

“A little past 8.” You reply, sitting near his knees. 

“Sorry, Pix. I crashed.” His throat cracks from sleep, “Time slipped.”

“‘S okay.” You reply, pinkie hooking onto his. “Would you like to rest some more? I won’t bother you.”

He swallows, unsure if he would rather be left alone or if he needed your company. He’s not sure he would be good company.

“I don’t know.” His other arm comes up again to cover his eyes. Misery also needed company too, and he doesn’t want to be away from you.

You seem to get the hint. Couch, stiff and hard as ever, seems to bend at the weight of you both for this moment of tenderness. 

“Hard day?” You ask.

His throat bobs, and that’s when you notice the red marks near his Adam’s apple and his wrist. Your lips tug down, fingers itching to soothe the pain over his skin. You curl closer to him, hoping your presence would be enough to redirect his thoughts.

“Yeah. Was difficult.” He replies, voice shaky. His breath comes out uneven as he sniffles into his arm. “Ah, sorry, maybe it’s better if I’m alone.”

He hadn’t realized a couple tears had slipped out from the corners of his eyes until one of your hands cups his jaw, thumb rubbing away some of the moisture in your touch. He sucks in another breath, chest stuttering as a small sob tumbles out. He turns, burying his face into your chest as his arms come from underneath to hold you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes repeatedly. You repeatedly tell him you’re not leaving — that you’re here to stay. Fingers running through his dark locks, your touches force his eyes shut, a relieved sigh exiting as he regulates his breathing. 

“I’m here, you’re okay.” You promise, your nails scratching his head produces a soft whimper as he buries his bigger frame deeper into your body. When you try to pull away to assess his face, he only tugs you in tighter. You chuckle, hand patting and soothing the expanse of his back.

“Kook?”

He grunts, too exhausted to verbalize a reply.

“I’m gonna go make something, okay? You stay here and rest.”

He reluctantly loosens his grip on you, and holds onto the fact you were staying. Accepting your proposal, he goes back into a more dignified position with his arm slung over his eyes.

You move with precision; kitchen layout memorized of where all the seasonings and cooking utensils were located, you come back into the living room with a small pot of ramen in under ten minutes. The wooden heat protector clanks onto his coffee table in your descent to the ground. You wince, apologetic for startling him again.

“Didn’t have to make me food, Pix.” He pushes himself up slowly, face contorting in discomfort as he sits upright.

“Wanted to. Come on, have a bite, please?” You had already started rolling the noodles into the spoon, creating a perfect single bite. You blow on the food a little before Jungkook dips his head halfway to receive the food. 

Unlike the painful expression he previously sported, his brows furrow as he chews on the food — a good sign. Nothing’s more healing than a warm meal; a warm meal made with love. 

“Thanks, P.” He smiles, and the parts of him lost during the hours of the shoot are slowly coming back.

“I’m glad.” Your eyes land on his neck first, then over his wrists where the red rings were most prominent. “Did you want to put on ointment? Tell me where you keep your medicine and I can—”

“It’ll heal on its own.” He declines, ready and rehearsed for your concerns. And because he knows there were a billion other questions in that pretty head of yours, he comes clean on his reasons for tonight’s exhaustion. “Co-star went off script towards the end and it threw me for a loop.” He explains, head rested on the back of the couch.

You nod, arms tightening around him. “That sounds awful. I’m sorry …”

He releases another heavy breath. “I-I don’t know, Pix. It’s usually not this bad.”

“What do you mean?” Frowning, you didn’t think you’d ever witness Jungkook in this state: defeated over the profession he willingly chose and stayed for. 

His blank eyes stare off into the distance, zeroing on the corner of his flat screen television. The corners of his mouth twitch, exhaling a shaky breath before murmuring, “I’m scared to quit.”

And despite his discomfort with the subject, he continues, “I … I’ve been thinking about it and it feels like I can’t focus on other things when I have to think about work.” He also doesn’t want to mention the shame he has in quitting, inevitably proving people right that his line of work was not sustainable in the long-run. He doesn’t want to admit he’s outgrown the field that’s built everything around him: his friends, home, experiences, and … you. If it weren’t for his job, he wouldn’t have found you.

But was gratitude and loyalty needed for a profession that brings him more stress and worries?

Though rare, he’s wrestled with these difficult moments in this field, often wondering how life would be if he didn’t need to endure. What version of him exists outside of the industry? He knows what happiness is, but he’s also familiar with the deep dread and disappointment in staying. 

“It’s scary.” You concede, staring off into the same space Jungkook had fixated. “But I know you’ll figure it out. You’re not alone. I’m here with you no matter what you decide on.”

His eyes well up again. He used to think people were crazy for suffering, crying during and off work hours. Now? He’s no different. Change is scary, but remaining the same is scarier. And he’s remained the same for so long, fighting the norms and societal expectations of him.

All this to realize … he’s also just a boy with dreams and aspirations, hope cupped in his hands waiting to be discovered. The industry may be a part of him, but it was never all he was. While he doesn’t know what the future entails, he knows he needs to do something different — his profession does not define his identity.

“Yes, I know.” He lets you rub gentle circles on his bruised wrist, lets you bring up his wrist and blow a cooling breath over his skin before you lay a gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

You and Jungkook remain like this for a while, just sharing each other’s warmth and company until you perk up about the dessert you brought over. He chuckles as you pry open the container and a peek of light orange reaches his vision. Jungkook relishes in the small notes of cinnamon and persimmons hitting his taste buds.

The container of ice cream gets annihilated within fifteen minutes, cold running down your esophagus and tummy, but there’s always a source of heat in your stomach as you sit close to your biggest source of warmth.

Refusing his offer to walk you to your car, you only allow Jungkook to see you out his door in favor of him resting more.

“Thanks for tonight, P. I really needed this.” He needs you more than ever. Holding your hands, he lets his gaze trail down to your lips before he brings them back up to your eyes. He’s been through this route many times, showing restraint because he knows better than to do something too rushed despite his mind and body screaming at him to disobey the boundary you both set. 

As always, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

It’s enough. Because he feels you through the food you make for him, your touch, and your unwavering care.

As you stare up at him with starry eyes, he also realizes:

Intimacy doesn’t have to be perfect, but it is with you.

Jungkook completed his first semester of courses with flying marks. With a heavy heart, he decided to stop working in adult filming after another week of mulling through his options. In his resolve he tells himself the decision’s indefinite … subject to change. But ever since he let his agent know of his career change, he has not looked back. 

Though the weather remains chilly, spring’s around the corner. The season brings the birds in the early mornings, flowers blossoming around his apartment complex, and the love blooming in his chest whenever he sees you.

Tonight’s a special night for you. Your cohort wanted to do a little social gathering at a club and you invited Jungkook as your plus-one. He wasn’t planning on drinking, opting to be your designated driver for the night. He looks over at you, eyes sparkly with glitter … or perhaps, you glow more under his stares.

Weather’s still cold, but he knows it will warm up at the venue as the night progresses. He lays his brown jacket on your lap as he drives you both to the venue. You’re so pretty in your skin-tight black turtleneck and gold chain necklace. Upon final inspection in your body length mirror, you made a remark how you looked like The Rock minus the fannypack. Jungkook laughed and tugged you along, mumbling how you looked beautiful and how you were going to be late if you did another outfit change. And while the weather is ever turbulent, jumping between hot and cold days, there’s nothing turbulent between you and Jungkook.

Even though you abstained from changing out of your ‘Pre-2012 The Rock’ fit, you were late with how the parking situation worked out. Too many cars, too little parking options when you were deep into the nightlife district of the city. Jungkook parked at an open lot about a twenty minute walking distance. Terrible, you know. But the trip was well worth it with his company. Had you been alone, you probably would have chosen to order a cab, but you’ve never felt safer in Jungkook’s hand as you both walk down the busy streets on a Saturday night. 

“Thanks again for coming with me.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Plus,” He squeezes your hand. “You’re coming with me to my friend’s wedding next weekend. So we’re even.”

“Oh no … weddings are so, so, so awful,” you chide with batted lashes. 

He grins, “It is when you gotta be in dress pants.”

You giggle, staring up at the illuminated neon lights around town. “My classmates are excited to meet you, Mr. 9th-Annual-Shutter-Winner.” You grin, the side of your body presses close to him. You look down at his phone where it navigates the leftover walking distance to the club: estimated time of arrival – five minutes.

Jungkook was nervous. Not as a result of meeting your classmates, but he knew a certain someone was going to be there. Kim Taehyung, your best friend and confidant, will also be in attendance. He’s gotten along with him in the past on set. Eccentric guy, a bit of a Namjoon fanatic, but birds of a feather flock together. Namjoon’s creative, kind, and visionary. It’s only natural Taehyung gravitates towards him in this industry.

Regardless, Jungkook’s nervous. He doesn’t voice his concern when you had disclosed that Taehyung was aware of your relationship history with Jungkook. He would never hold you back on talking about your troubles to your friends because it’s important to build that trust and rapport. He hopes his entire persona isn’t completely irreconcilable just yet with the time he’s spent trying to grow and cultivate a healthy relationship with you.

Once in the club, you make your rounds with Jungkook by your side. Lots of new faces, and maybe a select few that were recognizable as a result of the photography competition. 

“Hey Jungkook, heard you were in the photography program,” one of the judges for the past photography competition, Rowoon, smiles, “I know at the end of your photography program they’re going to request for an internship. Let me know if you need help connecting with a photographer.”

“That’d be awesome.” Jungkook smiles.

Jungkook’s appreciative for moments like these, easy conversations blending in with your life. You’ve been surrounded with good people. Well, good enough for you to want to rekindle and meet up every so once in a while.

He watches you from afar now, a mocktail in hand as he lets the ice melt and lessen the syrupy taste of the drink.

You smile into your cup as one of your classmates animate a pose of some sort — probably from a recent project or client. Regardless, he finds himself smiling too, eyes focused on your figure. It’s all tunnel vision, really, how everything around you blurs and this gooey feeling swirls and pools in the pit of his stomach.

He recognizes this, having experienced this similar breakthrough in the past with previous partners. While the hard impact of the realization came far less than this moment, his feelings were undeniable.

He loves you.

An awful realization to have when you guys are out in public and not in privacy, where he can bare his emotions to you freely. His palms sweat, heart accelerating at the welcomed epiphany and rush.

He has been patient and gentle in these last couple of months. That, he’ll give himself credit for. But all the self work he’s done is about to leave as he’s one mocktail sip away from walking over to you and declaring his feelings.

Not the right place nor time. Certainly worse when he can’t drink to distract himself.

“Mind if I join ya?”

Jungkook startles out his thoughts, craning his neck to the side to find Kim Taehyung smiling lazily at him. He simply gestures for the empty stool, all while trying to relocate you after the minor detractor.

Even with the heavy bass of the club music, Jungkook’s eyes still remain on your figure, making sure you’re safe and having fun — as you should always be. 

Taehyung grunts in his descent onto the barstool, gaze following where Jungkook looks at.

“You all socialed out?” Jungkook mindlessly asks — a miracle he’s strung up a coherent sentence. 

Taehyung scoffs at the lack of focus, but replies, “Gets a little tiring explaining my gigs and seeing them react the same way.”

This time, Jungkook stares back at the seated man, completely understanding his sentiment. He knows exactly what Taehyung has experienced being in the industry — their little common ground. 

“You know,” Taehyung begins, “I still don’t get the whole thing with you and her.”

Lips pursed, he drums his fingers on the bar counter, “How so?”

“Friends, but not. Lovers, but not.” Taehyung tips his drink back. “What are you guys even waiting for?”

What was Jungkook waiting for?

“Just want to take our time.” He replies. “Not trying to rush things.”

“Kind of backwards, don’t you think?” He shrugs his shoulders before continuing, “Look man, I’ll be upfront. I’m still on the fence about you.” 

“I know.” Jungkook’s aware he’s far from perfect, knowing his hesitancy in moving forward stems from his insecurities and his fears of hurting you in the process.

“She likes you a lot. And I trust my best friend. If things go sour, well … at least we’ll know how to pick up the pieces this time around.”

Taehyung waves down the bartender for a refill. “I give her a lot of shit for putting herself in a box, but all she does is try. So why don’t you guys try?”

Jungkook’s been so afraid of hurting. In turn, he’s robbing you both of the possibility for something so much more. He loves what he has with you, but was this enough?

You turn, also finding him, and smile.

It’s not enough. He wants more — he needs more.

Taehyung settles back as he watches the scene unfold in front of him with a smug smile. 

Finally.

Jungkook’s on autopilot as he weaves through the crowd. The back of his neck grows sweaty, less from the stuffy venue and more from his nerves and this final act of trying to do the right thing for once. He wants to do right by you, and right now all he wants is to be near you.

He needs to be near you.

You seem to think the same too, placing your empty glass onto the edge of the bar top. There aren’t any remnants of green or cherries, only a sliver of yellow on the bottom he recognizes as his trademark drink.

His heart drums against his chest as you do a quick side hug with the classmate, so eager to get to him in the midst of the hazy, man-made smoke and crowded dance floor.

The path to you was damn near impossible to get to, packed like sardines and people unwilling to move. Though, you both will always find a way to each other. Head tilted, you motion Jungkook to the side of the dance floor. It’s dimly lit, some of the club’s strobing lights don’t touch. Light’s not needed because you’re forever drawn to each other.

“Hi.” You smile up at him, eyes slightly droopy as your hand finds his. “Sorry. Haven’t been able to hang out with you that much tonight.”

He shakes his head, placing your hand behind his neck. Your fingers search for the longer locks he sported in the winter months, but you’ve always preferred his shorter cut. The prickle of the undercut was something you’ve longed for all night long. His silver hooped earrings graze your exposed wrist, the cold metal offering a nice touch on your hot skin.

He shakes his head, “‘S okay, Pix.” You both sway, neither of you really know what song is playing. It all blurs to white noise when you’re with each other. “Did you catch up with everyone?”

“Mhm.” You hum, leaning in to press your face against his chest. There’s a slight drop to your shoulders signifying your exhaustion, but Jungkook reads your demeanor like the back of his hands.

With a hum, he murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

“Everyone’s in production companies.” You sulk, frown felt on his strong front. 

Your words hold a little bitterness, a hint of dejection at the idea you weren’t exactly doing what everyone was doing. But that’s what made you special. You’re doing what you want to do and you’ve stuck by it.

“You ever think about joining one?” He asks into your hair. 

You lift your head from his chest, chin digging into his sternum. “It’s not for me, but sometimes, I feel like I’m missing out.”

Just like how he thinks he might miss out on something wonderful if he continues as things are, but a club where you’re having a reunion with old classmates isn’t the right time or place for a confession.

Jungkook nods. “Can do whatever you want. The world’s your oyster.”

He doesn’t need any of the strobing lights or a spotlight in the tiny nook you’ve both claimed with the way you smile at him. Not when you stare up at him like he’s the world, ready to be claimed by you. Before he does anything too impulsive, he leads you both closer to the center of the dance floor. Back turned to him, his hands rest on the dips of your hips. Chin tucked in the crook of your neck, he takes in your jasmine and cucumber scent, wondering if you’re just as addicted to his scent. 

“Did you have your usual?” He mumbles into your ear.

You shake your head, shivering from his voice. “Midori sour’s not always on the menu.”

He hums in agreement, thinking back to the arrangements he made at the club he hosted his celebratory party at. Honestly, there was no major issue requesting the addition of the drink; the manager was happy to accommodate. 

“What’d you have earlier?” His voice comes out low, rumbling against you.

You nearly whimper your answer as he circles his arms around your midsection, not wanting to lose any physical contact from you. “Highball.”

His grin stretches across his face, muscle memory as his mouth salivates for the drink. “Did you like it?”

You turn around now, and Jungkook does little to reposition his forehead on yours. This time, another type of restraint courses through his body as his eyes bounce between your hooded stare and pouty lips.

“Mm, I wanted to try what you liked. Not my thing,” you conclude. “Wasn’t sweet at all.” 

Jungkook doesn’t need the additional sweetness in his drinks when he’s surrounded by sweetness in his life. Can do away with sugar because you’re here. 

“What did you have tonight?” You ask back.

“Wild night with some sort of wild berry mocktail.” He teases.

“Lucky, I wish I had that.” Your eyes drop to his lips — he follows your line of vision as you look back up at him.

“Was nice.” He concedes, voice dropping an octave. “Better if it was a highball.”

The music’s loud, but nothing’s louder than the drumming in his ears — the voice in his head yelling at him to close the gap between you two. The same gap you both maintained in these last couple of months. It’s been working so well for you two, reworking your foundation and taking things slow all while hoping it would lead to your desired goal: each other.

Jungkook’s forehead remains on yours, lips parted slightly at your delayed blinks. And although the label had always blurred between the two of you, he had always been yours. Yours, when he entered the establishment with his hand on your hips, guiding you away from rowdy groups at the main point of entrance. Yours, when all you’ve done tonight was match his stares, wanting so badly to be in his company instead of folks you haven’t spoken to in years face to face.

All yours.

“Want a taste?” You ask, making no move to go to the bar. He stays rooted there too, knowing full well he’s not allowed a single drop of alcohol in his system. The entrancement lasts all but a second before a flicker of fear flashes across your features. 

Deja vu.

Was this all a figment of your imagination and it could get ripped from you any moment? If you lean in like you did months ago, would you be punished by rejection again?

Your brows furrow, eyes pleading up at Jungkook to answer your unspoken questions.

And he reads you so easily — remembers you and knows your insecurities before you do sometimes.

He breathes you in, nose now nestled against your own with no intentions of ever leaving.

“Please?” Your warmth fans over to him, a soft plea worthy of ending wars Jungkook would only qualify as his own battles.

He thinks about that night at the club where you had left him, foolishly clutching onto the flimsy cone-shaped cups while the world spun with you nowhere in sight. Thinks about the prospect of you leaving again and how ruined he’d be without you.

Jungkook pleads with you too now, “Please don’t leave me.”

You shake your head. “I’m right here.”

He thinks he deserves a little bit of heaven. Funny, how he thinks the universe could grant him kisses from a million angels, but he’d only want a lifetime of yours. The last thing he sees are two slow blinks from your sparkly-glittered lids, pulling and signaling him into a soft landing: to home — he finally finds his way back home.

He cups your face, delicate in how he holds you because there’s nothing more he’d like to do than to handle you with all the care and tenderness in the world. He sighs into your lips, relieved to finally have you like this. Where you both meet in the middle now.

Highball, in the simplest terms, was bland whiskey. The taste of the drink was probably the furthest thing you can get to the sweetness of your typical midori sour. And yet, you still tried for him. He knows how much you try for him and you’ve done your best to accept him — the work and effort you put into adoring Jungkook never goes unnoticed.

He doesn’t taste the highball, none of the usual remnants of the drink he’s grown to like as he runs his tongue over your plump lips. Perhaps it’s also that he no longer searches for that familiar aftertaste; instead, welcoming something he’s longed for and missed these months. His tongue moves over your lips again, slow and deliberate to savor the sweetness. 

Your mouth parts for him, a tentative push of his tongue and you’re reduced to putty. He trails one hand down your hip, pulling you flush against him. 

It’s all muscle memory, how puzzle pieces fit just for you and Jungkook. He groans against your mouth, the low sound vibrates through your body, sending a shock through your body and heat building in your middle.

Your name is all but a rasp as Jungkook goes straight to your lips again after your small whine. He can’t get enough of you, the background noise and people blurring in his pursuit of you. You kiss him back. Months after months of waiting, slowly rebuilding, knowing exactly where the finish line is … and the kiss now was just one of your many monumental milestones with Jungkook.

He needs to pull away for air, mindful of your own state too despite his unwillingness to stray away. It’s everything he’d expect a kiss from you to be after all this time: sweet, with no hint of the drink he fancied. 

Nose nestled to yours and brazen smiles exchanged, Jungkook does his best to regulate his breathing.

“You’d ever give highball another try, Pix?” He breathes, peppering tinier kisses on your lips, rendering it nearly impossible to properly respond.

“Yeah.” You reply in between kisses. “I’d try it again. It’s worth another chance.”

When he finally pulls away with much reluctance, his heart drums against his chest at your response — at your implication. 

You wanted this with him. 

“You’ll teach me how to properly drink it?” You look at him with the softest gaze.

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Will drink it with you.”

No one was talking about the drink. Though, much like the drink, love and affection was always better shared and experienced together. 

And it’s so much better savoring those moments with you.

You and Jungkook eventually leave the dance floor to socialize with your other classmates, catching Taehyung with a content smile as he peers down at your interlinked hands. Jungkook’s hand involuntarily tightens around yours and you look up, eyes holding a playful curiosity as to what he wants.

You mouth, ‘You tired?’

He shakes his head no, though, his droopy eyelids and slight sway to his body tells you otherwise. You’re also tired too, wanting nothing more than to be with your desired source of warmth.

You quickly make your rounds, bidding your farewells and blaming your age for not being able to stay longer. Thankfully, a couple of your other classmates left before you, so your attempt to leave didn’t look out of the blue. Your goodbye with Taehyung takes a little longer as he whispers something in your ear, eyes playful as you pull away and lightly smack his arm. 

Jungkook smiles once you’re back by his side, the cold night air hitting you both outside the club. He offered to run to the car while you wait back, but you insisted on coming with him. “Ready for the walk, Miss Rock?” 

With narrowed eyes, you huddle closer, pretty pout on your lips he so wants to kiss. 

“You said I looked great.” You huff, beginning the long trek back to the car. 

“The Rock looked great, and so do you, Pix.” He teases.

Three minutes into your walk, a random downpour starts out of nowhere. 

Jungkook takes off his brown jacket, slinging it over both your bodies as you do your best to run from the rain. Shared incredulous giggles and glances with each other made the trip back even better. Unable to fully avoid the downpour, Jungkook opts to just cover you with his jacket. The theatrics continue once a car passes, wheels producing a splash over your bodies.

Unneeding of the jacket now, you lower the jacket around your shoulder, tugging Jungkook through the rain as you both near the car. He looks at you from behind, catching your stare back while urging him to move quicker. 

But he’s in no rush.

He’s never been in a rush with you.

Steps coming to a halt, you look back again with a questioning expression. His hair’s matted on his forehead, eyes squinting from the rain water, but he can see you so clearly under the yellow of the streetlights.

He says your name, your steps stumble as you land in his embrace. Cold fingers run on your cheek before he admits, “I don’t think I can just be what we’ve been. I want this with you — I want to be with you.” 

He doesn’t ask you if you want the same. Didn’t have the chance as his eyes widened the same moment your lips met his.

Rain beats down on your bodies, hard and punishing. The cold water seeping through your clothing is nothing compared to the heat searing from your bodies. Your fingers run through his hair from behind, urging him closer if it were possible. His hold on you tightens and you unconsciously arch into him, no longer caring how the rain water runs down your face.

Jungkook breaks apart from the kiss, “It’s always been you, P.” Warm breath on your lips as he utters words he's long realized and wanted to tell you, “I … I’m in love with you.”

It’s freeing. Not just his confession, but how the rain continues washing out everything around you both. The good, the bad. The aftermath of a storm allows for rebuilding — for flowers to blossom, for growth and to start anew.

He thinks about all the time spent together and apart — the happiness, trust, and fears … it all inevitably brings him back to you. And as the rain waters continue to fall, he finds himself free falling into your embrace — the easy love.

“I love you,” You profess, brows pulling together tears mixing in with the rain, “So much. You know that, yeah?”

He does. But even so, he still asks, “Please be with me.” He chews on the inside of his mouth, so fearful of rejection as though you could choose any other route. “Please?”

You nod, leaning in for a kiss that could only seal your answer to him. “I’m yours. Always been yours.”

A relieved chuckle stutters from his chest, holding you close. “Home?”

“Home.” You reply.

Jungkook’s home was closer in proximity, so it would only be natural to head over there to change out of your soaked clothes. Even with the seat warmers turned onto the highest setting and his jacket slung over your lap like it was in the beginning of the night, you shiver and shudder in your seat.

“Can use my shower too, P.” He pushes his wet bangs back and reasons, “Don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Mmkay,” Your teeth involuntarily chatters, hands tucked in between your thighs underneath his jacket to retain your heat.

His hand naturally finds yours. “We’ll be home soon, ‘kay?”

Back at his home, he gives you a spare t-shirt with some sweatpants, letting you know that he’ll shower at the guest bathroom while you use the master bedroom’s. It’s not your first time in his bedroom, having been there a couple times when he was busy and needed you to retrieve something for him in there. The citrus scent embraces you as you walk in, fingers tightening around his clothes. He’s fumbling around his dresser to get his own clothing, hair dried to a damp mess and coarse at the ends from the washed away hair products. His shirt drags over his large frame, seemingly heavier around the shoulder area from the rainwater.

Back still turned away, he cranes his neck to you and catches your curious stare. “Go on and use the shower, P.”

You nod, clothes feeling unbearingly tight whether it be from the rain or the suffocating dilemma of not wanting to leave Jungkook’s side.

In the shower, he’s still with you through the shampoo and body wash. You run your hands around your body, knowing this is your way of keeping him close. Will you need to go home after this? Does the mirage end here with the suds of soap pooling at your toes?

Does it end with his scent on your body?

All dried and in his clothes, you stare at the mirror, a small smile playing at your lips at the visual of your body drowned in his oversized t-shirt. You roll the bottom of the sweatpants and tug at the drawstrings to secure around your waist.

You peer into his bedroom. “Jungkook?” No response. 

Walking out to the living space, you notice a tuft of hair on the large couch’s armrest. Two glasses of water — all full — just like your heart, rests on the coffee table. Peering over the couch, your lover lays there, eyes closed with a rhythmic breathing pattern nowhere close to being asleep.

You come around and seat yourself on the edge of the couch. An unsuspecting force pulls you down, followed by a small ‘oomph,’ you attempt to sit back up.

“Can we rest a little before I take you home?” He mumbles, breathing into your hair.

Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heart thumping way too fast for rest. Working up your courage, you snuggle into his warmth as you murmur, “It’s late. Don’t want you driving at this hour.” Before he could ask if you’d want him to fetch a cab, you follow up with, “If it’s okay … can I stay over tonight?”

The drumming in his chest speeds up, but his words come out assertive. “Of course, P.”

The guest room sits empty as Jungkook leads you back to his bedroom, a sleepy smile on his face as he catches your yawn and places the glass of water onto the nightstand closest to where you’ll sleep. He hooks his index fingers in the collar of his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing the article of clothing on the ottoman near the foot of his bed.

You swallow, eyes raking over his toned body you’ve grown so familiar with. His tattoo lines look darker under the warm hues of his nightlight. Underneath his covers, your eyes fight to stay open, only allowing them to blink shut when he encircles his arms around you.

“Night, P.” He mumbles.

“Good night, Kook.”

Around 5 a.m. you wake up with the worst case of dry mouth, having already drank the glass of water in the middle of the night, and another time Jungkook refilled without your knowledge. You pout at the glass sitting pretty and empty on the nightstand.

There’s an unfamiliar weight on your midsection causing you to suck in a breath as you look down. Intricate patterns and faded colors greet you before you turn your head to meet their owner.

Jungkook’s on his front, pouty mouth parted and lashes kissing the top of his cheeks. His rhythmic light snores tell you he’s still in deep slumber if not for the sleep-lines on the side of his face where he buries himself further into his fluffy pillows.

There’s a stillness in waking up next to Jungkook like this — at the realization there’s no need to run or leave. He’s here within a distance you can comfortably reach. 

You think back to last night, between the kisses and confessions, everything seemed like a dream. You’re tempted to reach over to brush away the strand of his bangs. Want to see if he’d stir awake and look at you as he did before you both fell asleep last night.

That’s the funny thing about love — can’t bear the selfishness and greed of your own desires. So instead, you do your best to uncurl from his lazy hold, already missing his warmth as you grab the rims of your glass to fetch some water.

You’ve only been over in the afternoon and evening, never knowing the brisk morning air. Jungkook’s room was warm, temperature maintained by the heat of your bodies, but in the open living space, you shiver a little from cold and the absence of a familiar body.

Glass refilled, you make your way back to Jungkook, but something pulls you to an abrupt stop.

You’ve only seen this view at night, always curious how differing the morning view would be. Orange peeks and greets you on the horizon, begging for your presence even when there is another star you rather be with.

Just a couple more minutes and the sun will rise — a view you’ve never seen from here. Lips nursing on your glass, you smile as you hear another pair of feet shuffle in your direction. Not subtle at all. He makes his presence known with a small yawn, standing behind you, he presses his chest against you from behind and wraps his arms around your abdomen.

“Whatcha doing up so early?” Voice laced with sleep.

“Wanted to get water,” you bring the glass up to his view, “sun’s about to rise now.” You nod at the window. 

His body vibrates against yours at a particularly low chuckle. “‘S nice, isn’t it? Can see everything from here.”

You hum in agreement. You love the view, love his touch, love him. And because you love him, you give him the remainder of your water. Glass now empty again, he sets the cup on a small stand. The surrounding air stifles as a strong pair of arms wrap around you tighter, cluing in a shift in the easy morning conversation.

“P, I meant everything I said last night.” He says, afraid you hadn’t retained any recollection of last night’s event — as though all the magic last night was all but a trick and illusion.

There’s no illusion in your adoration for him, turning away from the sun, you realize you have everything in front of you worth orbiting for.

“I meant everything too.” You reply, feeling the sun warm your back, but even that source of warmth wasn’t enough incentive to have you turning away from Jungkook again. “I love you. Wanna be with you.”

You tip-toe, lips pressing delicately against his only spurs on his tiny moan as he meets you in the middle. His teeth nibble on your bottom lip, causing you to part them with a small gasp. He takes this moment to lick into your mouth, tongue running against yours to savor you. He could blame the morning wood on … well, the morning, and not your soft lips, but he’s wanted you like this for so long and now you’re finally his.

He angles your chin, doing his best to distract you from the bulge pressed against your stomach, to which you also push against. Grunting, he huffs into your mouth, “Pix, please.”

You hum a small ‘what?’

So dangerous of you to push something he’s been suppressing for months. Aching for your touch, but he’s respectful of the change in dynamics. He wants to be respectful now, but was there a need?

“I’m trying to be good.” He mumbles, kissing along your jaw and making his way down your neck. His teeth rake against the expanse of your skin, reveling in your shivers and the way your nails dig into his back.

“You are good.” You sigh prettily. “So good to me.”

And because of this, Jungkook wants to show you other ways he could be good to you. It’s what you deserve — nothing makes him happier than making you feel good. Back pressed against the glass panes, the initial cold morphs and changes with the sun and your combined body heat.

His hand snakes up your shirt, large palm halting at your stomach until you nod for him to move. You moan at the contact of his thumb moving over your hardening bud.

“Feels good, pretty?” He mouths against your neck.

You swallow and nod, “J-Jungkook, can people,” another moan slips as he sucks on a particularly sensitive juncture of your neck, “see us from here?”

Being on the thirty-fourth floor had its perks and advantages. He doesn’t have next door neighbors except for the floor above and below him, which works in his favor. 

“No one can see us, P.” He shakes his head, “You want them to?”

He grips your chest a little harder, urging for an answer before he continues. Head lifted to your face, his hooded eyes draw you in. 

“No,” you place a soft kiss on his jaw, “Want this just between us.”

He also can’t imagine having another person watch you both. Can’t imagine sharing an experience like this with someone other than you. 

“Yeah, it’s just you and me.”

The hand on your hip runs up your front, cupping your cheek first before he slips a soft request while looking at your lips, “Open, please.”

Your mouth parts, and his hand drags over your cheek, his middle and ring finger probing and sliding over your wet muscle. His cock twitches in his sweats at the thought of possibly feeling your mouth again. Those thoughts break the moment you close around his digits, warm and wet around him. Your cheeks hollow without command as you eagerly suck on his fingers. You look at him with determined eyes, fighting to stay open but loses the battle before fluttering shut when his thumb runs over your hard nipple again.

“Gonna make you feel good.” He promises, “‘s that okay?”

You nod, unable to verbalize a response with his fingers in your mouth. Soon his wet fingers slip out of your mouth and he slips them past the waistband of your folded sweats.

“Oh god,” Your hips buck back from the sudden contact of his fingers, ass pushed against the glass. “P-please.” You beg, unsure of what exactly but Jungkook takes it as a request to move. His middle finger slots perfectly between your wet folds, circling around the bundle of nerves. 

“Wanna touch you, too.” You plead, “Can I?”

He tips his forehead against yours, hips pushed against your hand. “Uh-huh, want you to touch me.”

Your hand slips into his sweats, making contact with his bare length. The angle of your bodies makes it difficult to tug or squeeze as you like, but he shudders just by the mere contact of your soft hand.

“P, don’t—” He moves back slightly to peer down at your hand working over his length. “Don’t tease.” 

Lip tucked between his teeth, his own hand speeds up over your clit, wet sounds growing by the second. He hopes you do the same too, but you keep your lazy strokes, watching him with hooded eyes. “Not,” you pause, eyes closing when he nears you, pressing a dainty kiss, “teasing.”

“Tell me what you need.” You murmur against his lips.

“Faster,” He whines, “need you to go faster—fuck—” He groans when you comply, hand picking up the pace.

And be it from the patience and time endured after months of dreaming of being with you … or he was just that easy, he finishes in his sweats in under a minute. Your hand slowly jerks over his length, hand coated in his cum.

“Koo, did you cum?” You breathe, unsure from the sudden liquidy warmth. He moans a small yes, angling his head for your kisses on his neck, teeth dragging over his collarbone as a reward for his confirmation. Your hand glides over the head of his sensitive cock. “Made a mess all for me.”

He kisses you, deft fingers on your clit as he touches away the embarrassment of cumming before he’s gotten to properly take care of you. It’s no give or take situation, but he wants to give back to you.

He removes his hand and you nearly cry out at the loss of his touch. Your cum covered hand gets tugged from his pants at the same time. Doesn’t care you’re unconsciously wiping away your hand on your shirt — everything was going into the wash anyway, ridding any evidence of the sinful acts you’ll both willingly partake in.

How sinful were they if they were embarked by two people in love? 

Fingers hooked on the waistband of your sweats, he drags them down your hips, leaving both your soaked underwear and pants pool at your ankles. His eye contact never wavers as he drops down on his knees, only breaking at the long shirt length covering your bare cunt. With a knowing glance, you hold the bottom of the shirt, while the other one falls on the side of his head for support as nudges your legs apart. 

“So perfect,” he praises, eyes peering up at you, “All mine.” His fingers form a ‘v’ as he spreads your glistening folds, mouth watering at the sight of your twitching clit. He moves in, placing a kiss on the side of your pussy, just shy of your nub. The action has you furrowing your brows, mouth dropping open as you involuntarily push your hips forward.

You mewl, thighs closing when he finally slots his tongue over the self-made opening between his fingers. He licks, sucks, and kisses the tiny nub. And you stand there, taking everything he’s willing to give you. He loves watching you struggle maintaining eye contact, loves the shy smile you give him when you had a moment of realization of how loud you were in the early hours of his home, and loves the small tug from your fingers in his hair when he repeatedly presses his lips to your clit.

You were already so close before this, but now he has you tipping on the edge again. Jungkook’s eyes close, tongue lapping your cunt.

Your thighs shake, breath caught in your throat as he continues the motions. And even though he’s not looking at you, he knows you’re about to let go as you rock your hips into his face. Using one hand, his fingers dig into the back of your thigh as he brings one of them over his shoulder.

“Baby–” You rasp.

“Hm?” He answers, muffled against your core. The vibrations against your cunt have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lids slam shut from the sensation.

You whimper, stomach clenching at the first signal of your orgasm. Your fingers clutch pathetically at the end of the shirt, mindful of the other hand interlocked with his locks. But you’re bolder now, know what you like and need … and what you like is Jeon Jungkook moaning against your core, encouraging you to cum. What you need is to extend this feeling for as long as you can, so you push his head closer as you grind your spasming cunt to his face.

“Cumming,” you manage to get out, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

Jungkook can’t answer, wishes he could; though, all his wishes are being fulfilled as he’s head deep between your legs. He pulls away after your hips press back against the glass, signaling your sensitive state. Hooded gaze fixed, he takes in the visual of your cheek pressed onto your shoulder — a habit he’s noticed every time you’ve cummed. Your eyes blink open slowly, blinded by the light coming in from the rising sun.

“I’m sorry, P.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all with his mischievous grin as he kisses your inner thigh — the one he has thrown over his shoulder. “You missed the sunrise.”

You croon, a small playful pout on your lips. “I did.” You release his hair, hand cupping his jaw. You moan in surprise when he latches onto your clit again, lazy sucks as he peers up at you.

He places one last kiss to your nub and suggests, “Should turn around then, take in the current view.” He leaves out the fact that you’ll have plenty of more chances to see the view.

He places your leg down. While wobbly at first, you plant your feet sturdy before complying with his request. He’s right — the city’s beautiful. 

Jungkook also has the best view in the city too. 

You look back at him from your shoulder, eyes catching his, “You’re not watching with me?”

“Perfect view here.” He scoots back a little, ignoring the discomfort and numbness in his knees. You brace against the glass, fist clenched tightly at the anticipation of what your lover wants to do. No one cares about the prospect of a stained glass as you hinge your hips out to him, the underside of your wet pussy entrances him.

He pushes your shirt up over the curves of your hips and the sight before him has his cock hardening in his sweats again. A creamy white sheen trickles down your slit, begging to be licked up before it dribbles onto the floor.

And he does. With a cock to his head, he slots his mouth over your leaky cunt.

You wail, cheek pressed against the glass as you fog up a small section with your warm puffs of air. His tongue laps over your clenched hole, pleased you haven’t pulled away from him. He rewards you with a small probe of his tongue and you surprise him again by pushing back, tongue gliding into your warm cavern with little resistance.

You both moan, caught in the euphoric moment of this new experience. 

He reels his head back, spreading you wide to look at your gaping pussy — all his doing.

“Please,” you beg, greedy for his mouth. Without warning, he dives back in, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole with a new profound hunger. One of his hands comes from under and rubs at your clit. The new feeling has your legs shaking again, your hand coming around to place on top of his to ground yourself.

He pulls away, placing wet kisses alongside your thighs. “You liked that, Pix?”

“Yeah, I loved it.” You reply, looking back at him through your lashes.

“Good.” He chuckles, stomach warm from your confession, “Keep looking at the view though. Sun’s pretty today.”

The sun’s pretty every day, you think to yourself as you look at your source of light. But you turn away, obedient as you look at the rays the rest of the world relies on. 

“Gonna do something new, ‘kay?” He says, strained as he places a small kiss on one of your cheeks. He lets his teeth graze your skin, fingers digging into the meat of your ass to gain your confirmation. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

You nod, can’t think of anything you won’t like aside from being away from Jeon Jungkook, but you’re sure to vocalize any discomfort for whatever journey he’s about to embark with you.

“Open wider for me.” He husks. You comply, feet shuffling apart as you hinge lower. 

You couldn’t predict what he wanted to try with you, certainly not anything remotely close to how he parts your ass and you feel his breath on your skin before he leans in.

You nearly cry out at the first lick over the tight ring of your asshole. There was an adjusting period, one that involved your breasts pressed hard against the window, mouth hanging open as Jungkook goes in for another lick.

It’s not unpleasant. New, like he mentioned.

“You taking in everything, P?” His finger slips over your cunt, long index finger teasing the entrance. He takes his time running his fingers between your wet folds, watching your bleary eyes struggle to stay open. It’s fine. You’ll have plenty more opportunities to see the view in the future — he’ll make sure of it.

You moan at the feeling of his finger probing the entrance of your pussy, hole clenched around nothing as he continues teasing you.

“Hm? Answer me, pretty.” His tongue teases around your taint. This time, you relax into it, even going as far as pushing back.

“Mhm,” you try, “‘s pretty.”

You have your head turned again, watching him the best you could, completely unfocused from the view beyond the massive curtain wall. A wrecked moan escapes the moment his long digit pushes into your sensitive cunt — just up to the first knuckle, nothing more. At the same moment, his tongue guides itself past the tight ring of your hole.

You don’t know what to focus on: his tongue fucking into your ass or his finger coated in your arousal as he has you plugged up on both holes simultaneously.

Jungkook’s always been an ass man, and he honors the title as he continuously dives his head between your cheeks. The finger inside your other hole stays in place, never pushing another inch until you whine and reach between your legs. Your fingers touch the top of his, pushing at them to sink deeper into your pussy.

He pushes his digit into you, the full length wrapped around your wet walls. “Do what you need to make this feel good.” He says. “Want you to feel good.”

A content sigh leaves your lips as you rub slow circles, pleasure building again in your stomach as each minute slips by. You’ve never been one to cum multiple times … unfortunately, you’re no better than a man. One and done type of girl, but the eagerness to cum again from this new experience has you motivated and greedy for more. Especially when the experience is with someone you love and care for.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum again.” You announce, pushing your ass back to his face as he continues fucking his tongue into your ass. He groans and nods, picking up the pace from behind with fervor at the mention of your orgasm.

His finger gradually speeds up, curling a little before he decides to add another finger in. 

Oh.

“This okay?” He asks as he senses a change in your demeanor at the sudden intrusion.

You whimper, body stiff and rigid during the adjustment period. The stretch has you halting before you’re rubbing feverishly against your clit, babbling and begging for him to move faster. 

Jungkook’s lucky on the thirty-fourth floor. So lucky no one’s able to hear the the sounds you make both from your mouth and wet cunt as he fucks his digits faster as requested. He curls his fingers and your legs start shaking, your hand no longer able to move as you take everything Jungkook gives from behind.

You gasp, his name falls from your lips as you let go. There’s definitely an imprint of your mouth and cheek on his glass window now, memoirs of the acts you both committed. 

The wetness grows between your legs, both holes pulsating as you finally cum around him again. Jungkook groans, letting you ride out your orgasm as you need.

He removes both his fingers and tongue from your holes and parts your ass to marvel at the mess you’ve made. The puffy ring of your ass shines with his spit, while your pussy quivers from the aftermath of your strong orgasm. He thinks about how it would be if you were stuffed full of him right now, but he’s in no rush with you. Knows there’s no time constraint to loving you right this time around. Your shirt drops from the curve of your hips and down to your knees as you stand upright, turning and pressing your back to the glass again. Jungkook stands up, fingers already in his mouth to lick up any remnants of cum. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you up, forehead touching yours as it’s meant to. Doesn’t go for a kiss no matter how much he wants to because he’s not sure of your aversion after where his mouth has been. But you don’t care, looping your arms over his neck and slotting your lips over his for a messy kiss, eventually reduced to small pecks.

“You okay, P?” He asks with round eyes. You nod and ask the same in a hushed whisper.

Why wouldn’t he be when he’s got all he’s ever wanted in his arms? He rubs over your back in a soothing motion, “More than okay, P.”

More kisses are shared, until Jungkook murmurs how he’s still tired and wants to go back to bed. You look at the clock and as tempted you are, you hum and shake your head. His eyes widen at your response, about to offer a quick retort, but you beat him to it.

“You said you had registration for the upcoming semester in a couple hours. Didn’t you say you needed to work on a schedule?”

He tips his head back, both grateful and upset at your memory after he mentioned it to you in passing last week. 

Still, these things can be done while in the comforts of his bed and your company. Hand enclosed in his, he tugs you back to his bedroom, no longer omitting the same warmth when you left.

But perhaps, the warmth was anywhere you were with Jungkook.

Saturn takes twenty-nine years to complete its cycle. When you turned twenty-nine, you thought your Saturn was still out there, taking their sweet time with the journey back home.

“Pixie?” 

“Coming!” You call out, finishing the last touch of your dusty-pink blush. Smoothing out your sage-green dress, you do a small once-over in your mirror before properly greeting your boyfriend. 

Your Saturn’s returned, watching you embark on your new adventure, cheering you on through your wins and losses. Jungkook smiles from the doorway, leather dress shoes placed neatly on the side. His hair is styled as he would for all the wedding events he’s gone to with you, but this was a new suit. Usually in black, the light grey suit brings out his dark features even more — boyish charms emulated with his suit jacket off and hooked on his fingers over a shoulder. The brooches on his vest glimmer on the side, adding a nice finishing touch to his wedding guest look for the evening.

He shines either way when his orbs land on your features, taking in your soft curls and dress you’ve chosen. 

“Pretty.” He’s kind enough to not kiss you, seeing you’ve just freshly applied your lipstick, but you’ve never been opposed to reapplying. You tip-toe to plant a soft kiss, not enough to transfer any product, but enough to tempt him for further damage.

“You look very handsome.” You say, hands automatically coming up to fix the angle of his tie. Spring’s weather is ever unpredictable and today’s one of the more warmer days of the week, but the temperatures rise in the small nook of your home as he stares at you.

To avoid any potential deterrence, you move behind him to get to your shoe rack. He presses his back against the wall opposite to you, watching as you crouch down to pick out a strappy nude heel.

“What if we skipped the wedding, Pix?”

You pout, blowing at the random strands of hair in your peripheral. “Your friend would be disappointed. Plus, we both got all done up. Would be a waste if we didn’t go.”

“It’s not a waste,” he replies, “can just have a night in.”

“Also would give me an excuse to get out of these dress pants.” He adds with a scowl. 

You lean away, doing a double take on the slacks he has on. You’ve always fancied a guy in dress pants and Jungkook was no exception. Loves how his thighs fill up the spaces and how his ass looks in them.

“Couple hours and we can have a night in.” You reassure with a soft smile. “I’ve got a watermelon in the fridge waiting for us.”

The wedding was standard, especially with it belonging to someone you don’t know. Technically most, if not all, weddings you’ve gone to have belonged to strangers. But there was something special about this wedding — it’s the first time you attended a wedding with Jungkook where you aren’t working.

Weddings have always felt magical; the usual string of fairy lights and flower arrangements appear even more enchanting tonight. And you realized, the enchantment started months ago at Yoongi and Hoseok’s union.

During cocktail hour, he made sure to get all your favorite finger foods without request. When the ring bearer and flower girl comes into view during the ceremony, he’s quick to move higher on his seat, letting you peer past him to get a better look at the little ones. And when he holds your waist during the reception’s dance, you know weddings are magical because the moment’s shared with him. 

“This was nice. Thanks for having me as your plus-one.” You sigh in content, cheek rested on his chest as you both slow dance to When a Man Loves a Woman. 

He snorts, lighthearted and warm. “I’m glad you enjoyed.” Meant as a sarcastic remark, he also agrees this evening was a lot nicer than he had anticipated in the month leading up to this day. 

“I really love weddings.” You mumble to yourself.

He loves weddings with you. Jungkook presses his cheek on the top of your head, “I know.”

You and Jungkook stay like this for a while through a couple slow songs until the DJ changes up the genre of the music, signaling older couples to evacuate the dance floors for the younger crowd to reminisce on an era where their knees existed for the thrill of it all.

Your bodies move in tandem: his, warming your back, and your bottom pushed against his groin with your preferred pressure, knowing you’d never go overboard at a wedding but just enough for him to have him let out a shy chuckle.

His breath fans over the shell of your ear, “I really hate these dress pants, P.”

You turn your head to him, sultry expression matching his hooded lids. “Why’s that?”

“Shows everything.” He laughs through his nose, “Can’t leave here any time soon now.”

You ease up a little, facing him again while your fingers slide over the brooches resting on the left side of his chest — where his heart resides. He’d argue his heart is in his arms staring up at him.

“I’ve always loved you in dress pants.” You confess. “‘Cause that’s when we’re at weddings together.”

Considering how he leans down, pressing a small kiss to your lips where you reciprocate with another lingering kiss, maybe being in dress pants isn’t that bad.

“Have we met our quota yet, Pix?” He nudges his nose against yours.

For someone who loves weddings, you’re eager to go home, too. You want nothing more than to just spend time with Jungkook in the comforts of your home.

“Quota met.”

Sheltered by the indoor venue, you didn’t realize how humid it got outside in the time spent at the wedding. Your apartment was practically a sauna by the time you and Jungkook arrived back at your place. Opening up your windows, you have a fan running in the background to air out the space.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly while cutting into the watermelon. Your eyes rake over Jungkook where he unbuttons his grey vest and rolls up his sleeves to reveal his tattooed arm.

He shakes his head, taking two spoons from your drawers, “It’ll cool down.”

Will it? 

Air heavy with both the atmospheric moisture and tension brewing between you and Jungkook all evening, you’re not so sure if the temperatures will drop any time soon. The watermelon center caves as you both dig with the metal spoons. You favored the center; whereas, Jungkook aimed closer to the watermelon rind. 

He peers over at you where you stand. Hair now put up by a claw clip, he counts the baby hairs sticking onto the back of your neck, momentarily forgetting to dig into the watermelon when it’s his turn. 

“Why do you only pick at the sides?” Your brows twitch, digging into the middle again and turning to him with a center piece.

He shrugs, opening his mouth on cue for you to stick your spoon into his mouth. Sure, the middle pieces were sweet, but he thinks they might be sweeter coming from you. He chews and swallows, tilting his head a little to meet your equally sticky lips.

“Sweet either way, Pix.” He wonders if the salty moisture on your skin would pair well with the sweet watermelon.

Well, one way to find out.

No longer following a script, Jungkook moves on his own accord — loving and falling freely as he likes knowing you’ll be there to catch him. He shifts his body, head dipped in the crook of your neck as he licks a thick stripe over your neck. You gasp, spoon dropping onto the counter as your hands fly to grab onto his forearms for support.

He’s right; you do bring out more sweetness.

The half eaten watermelon sits on your counter, long forgotten in the pursuit of Jungkook’s body pressed to yours. His lips slot perfectly on you, a relieved sigh escapes as your bodies move as it’s desired all evening.

He trails kisses down the column of your throat, marking a pathway on your collarbone. Fingers in his hair, your grip on him tightens as you shyly ask, “Bed?”

Knees digging onto your bed, you sit up taller to kiss your still-standing boyfriend. He’s busy trying to unbutton his dress shirt while you race to unbuckle his belt — a race no one formally declared, but it was an unspoken need. And you both needed each other … badly.

You beat him, of course. The black Calvin Klein lettering on the banding greets you first as the front opening flaps of his pants fall to the side. He whimpers as you run your hand over his bulge. 

“Can I …” Your sentence trails off as you kiss along his exposed neck.

He nods unsure of what you exactly want, but the godforsaken dress pants drop and pool at his ankles without a second thought. You kiss your way down his torso, paying extra attention to his chest. With a determined look, you stick your tongue out on his hard nipple for a tentative lick to glean at his response.

Oh, it’s good — so, so, so good. 

He shivers, hand hitting your claw clip as it flies to the back of your neck to hold you in place. Your teeth grazes over the hardened bud, a sliver of pained pleasure courses through as you bite down with a gentle force. He hisses, mouth dropping open to bite back his moans. You remedy the pain with your tongue, silently apologizing without actually feeling sorry. 

You slither lower on all fours as you take his hard cock out of its confinements. Round eyes look up at him for permission to proceed. 

There’s a slight hesitance in your actions as the last time you wanted to give him a blowjob, he made it a goal to stay protected for both your sakes. He’s always for safe sex, but he knows he’s clean and wants to feel your bare lips around him as long as you’ll allow it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you tilt your head up, eyes burning with want and ownership of his bare skin.

Still, you ask, “Do we need a condom for this?” The thin straps of your pretty evening gown cascades loosely on your shoulders.

“No, but only if you want …” Jungkook pants, a harsh exhale when you give him a gentle squeeze. The small, pleased sound you make, paired with another harder tug confirms your answer.

He releases your hair from the clip, watching it cascade down your shoulders. Bunching your hair in a messy ponytail, he uses it as an anchor as you tug on his shaft. 

“Spit on it.” He pleads, groaning when you comply. Your saliva lands on the tip, dripping over the small bead of precum on his slit. So messy how your thumb glides over his slit, mixing the fluids together. Even messier when you place a kiss on his tip, mixed fluids tainting your pretty lips. His stomach contracts, the dips and ridges of his abs are even more defined as a result.

“Missed this with you, Pix.” He melts. It’s even better than how he imagined over the course of time spent with and without you. 

“I missed you, too.” You reply, tongue darting out and wetting your lips before moving in for a small lick over the head of his cock. “I wanna take care of you.” You mumble as you press messy kisses on the underside of his cock. “Is that okay?”

His stomach warms at your sentiment, knowing it’ll never be one-sided as he’ll always do the same for you. He nods, giving you the go ahead to do as you like. The grip on your hair increases and the hand cupped underneath your chin props you upright to take him fully.

He wonders how a place like heaven could ever beat this feeling with you.

Your eyes never stray from his, watching him through your lashes and how he struggles to maintain eye contact with you. It’s only when his cock begins hitting the back of your throat, your lids flutter shut. You gag from the action, pushing past the discomfort each time to hear more of his grunts and praises. Your skin prickles each time his thumb runs across your skin to soothe your aching jaw. 

“Fuck, Pix, if we keep going like — god,” he hisses, “I’m not gonna last long.” He warns.

“Mmhp,” You try to answer even with your mouth fully stuffed. He pulls back and you whine, robbed at the opportunity of having him release all over your tongue.

“Please,” you breathe, hoarse and rough, “wanna taste you.”

Your mouth falls open again. Instead of sliding in again, Jungkook jerks over his length, fast as he needs with the visual of you on your knees so readily to be ruined.

“Baby–I, I’m gonna cum. Fuck,” He tilts his head up to the ceiling.

And when he finally cums, he does so with your name and a string of praises. The first rope of cum lands on the corner of your mouth. Without another thought, you enclose your lips around his tip. His strangled noises spurs you on in your mission to suck and milk him dry.

When he finally slips out of your mouth, the hand underneath your chin guides you up and your knees walk you close to his standing body again. You still haven’t swallowed, unsure what you want to do with the fluid resting on your tongue.

Reading your expression clearly, Jungkook bites down a smile. “You don’t have to swallow, P.” He chuckles, placing a quick peck to your tightly shut mouth, “Want me to get the waste bin?”

He runs his thumb on the corner of your mouth, catching the stray droplet before wrapping his lips around his digit. Honestly, he doesn’t care for the taste and gets your hesitancy, but you hold his gaze and shake your head no, pressing your lips to his. He groans and opens his mouth for you to slip your cum-coated tongue in.

You whimper at his large hands running up and down your backside, ultimately landing on the bottom of your swelled ass. Absolute sin and filth personified when you both exchange and swallow your mixed fluids. 

Your body aches differently for Jungkook these days. Can’t believe he’s in front of you now in your home, surrounded by everything you love.

And you love him.

“I love you.” He says, as though all your internal thoughts and feelings are tethered to him. It’s no secret, and unworthy of hiding. 

You kiss him again, pulling him down with you. He giggles and shrugs off the rest of his clothing as he hovers over you with starry eyes.

Cupping his jaw, you reply, “I love you. Want this with you.”

The relationship. The love. The experience.

His heart — it’s all yours.

The long dimples appear again, disappearing from view once he lowers his head to kiss your neck all while fumbling on the thin straps of your dress and tugging it to expose your bare breasts.

He's said this before and thinks there’s no greater truth than this, “You’re perfect.” Leaning down, he places a wet kiss on your sternum, mouthing, “so beautiful.”

You keen into his touch, back arching when he takes one nipple in his mouth. He does this for a few minutes, teasing your nipples and rotating between them with equal amounts of love and attention.

Again, the ache runs through your entire body, gathering right at your core when his teeth bites down on your sensitive nipple. Your hand detaches from his hair and makes its descent down to his crotch.

He’s only half-hard, still sensitive from his first orgasm. 

Sensing your impatience, he chuckles against your skin. “Gimme some time, P.” Eyes closing as you squeeze around his length again.

You pout, but nod nonetheless, letting go of his shaft because the last thing you want is to do the opposite of keeping him hard.

“But,” he muses, “you could help me.”

And this is how you end up as equally naked as Jungkook on your bed. You’re supported by your numerous pillows as you lay there, watching his eyes jump between your face and closed legs.

His hands are on your knees, soft as he pries them apart to reveal your soaked core. 

You instinctively move to cover your mound, suddenly feeling shy even though Jungkook has seen you bare from below multiple times. His bigger hand covers yours, pressing against it just enough for you to feel the relief it brings. 

“‘S just me, pretty.” He says, eyes never leaving yours. His words and stare makes you sling your free arm over your eyes, blocking the visual of him: kiss-swollen lips, locks no longer in its styled state, red flush on his chest — a stark difference from the dark, solid ink on one of his arms … you can’t bear to look at him in this state. 

Can’t bear him looking at you either.

“I know,” you reply, “I’m just … embarrassed.”

You can’t see him, but you’re sure he’s giving you one of those smiles. One that asks ‘What for? You’re amazing.’

You think about the sheer amount of people who have watched Jungkook — yourself included — and wonder how he isn’t shy. And because of that, you feel yourself growing braver at the thought of giving Jungkook something to watch and appreciate.

Still, you keep your forearm over your eyes, but the other hand covering your pussy nudges Jungkook’s warm hand away. You move up a little. All practiced precision in how your middle finger dips between your slit, rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck.” He lets out a breathy laugh. Your senses are heightened in this self-visually impaired state; his swallow is heard in the distance.

You think about whether he’s just looking at your hand on your pussy or if he’s watching your covered face — if his eyelids are hooded … if the visual of you playing with yourself is ‘helping’ him. Perhaps it’s these thoughts that also make you grow wetter in between your legs, the wet sounds reach your ears through your staggered breaths.

You feel his lips press on the top of your knee, his breathing also coming out haggard.

“Is this enough?” You whimper, wanting him to take rein of your pleasure.

“A little longer, please?” He begs. “For me?”

He moans at your compliance, noting the speed change in your fingers. The bed shifts too, he nears your body again and you feel his warm breath fanning over your fingers. Suddenly, a dribble of wetness slides on top of your digits and trickles down to the entrance of your pussy, mixing with the rest of your arousal.

The feeling has you removing your arm, finally looking down where he’s at in between your legs. A small playful smile on his lips as he sits back up in his kneeled position. He's more than ready — just wants to see more of you. 

You take note of his hard cock in his hand, a slow stroke up before he thumbs at the slit like he likes to. A twinge of pleasure hits your core again and you’re forced to rub harder circles to relieve yourself of the heavy ache building up at the sight. He laughs again, a mixture of disbelief and horniness as the pace on his cock speeds up too.

“So much better seeing this in person.” His eyes involuntarily shut as he tilts his head to the side.

Huh?

The movement of your hand pauses and so does he with widened eyes. He clears his throat, trying to find the words before you ask, “W-what’s that supposed to mean?”

A sheepish smile stretches across his face and instead of explaining right away, he leans over your body now. Nose against yours, he places a tiny kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” He asks, his hand moves yours away from your pussy and slots his cock in between your soaked folds. Meant as a distraction or to ease your worries for his next words, he finds himself breathing heavier at the feel of your bare cunt with his shaft. The head of his cock slips over with ease onto your swollen clit, twitching as he moves his cock side to side now.

“I–fuck–Pix, you’re so wet.” He drops his head to your neck.

You nod, almost distracted as well, but you bring his head back to your eye level. He swallows nervously, wrist slowing the movement with his cock. Jungkook should’ve rephrased his question to ‘promise you won’t get embarrassed,’ because shortly after he slyly recounts the details of Your Video™ popping up in your living room, you lay there surrounded in the flames of humiliation.

“So embarrassing.” You mumble, unable to meet his eyes. 

Jungkook giggles, kissing your cheek, “Hey, I liked it a lot.”

You turn your head, nose touching his now, “Did you?”

“Uh-huh, more than you’ll ever know.” His hips shift, resuming the grind on your cunt again. “But I like this more.”

His movements get you worked up again, forgetting about your mortification just moments ago. You whine, whimper, and mew into his shoulder; the ache comes and goes — reminding you need more than just this.

“Jungkook,” You gasp at the taps of his cock against your folds.

“Hm?” Eyes hooded, he watches you through his lashes, mouth dropped open when your hands run down his torso.

“Need you.” You plead, hip angled up so you can press harder against him.

“I know, I know, pretty. Just–” He shuts his eyes, “I gotta get you nice and ready for me.”

He senses your hesitancy again and he stops to stare down at you.

“I-I’ve had sex already,” You say, teeth worrying on the bottom lip and debating if you should say your next words. “With, um, Mingyu. So, we don’t have to prep.” While both unnecessary to tell him and unreasonable to feel this way, guilt courses through your body at the confession.

“Doesn’t matter to me if you’ve had sex.” Jungkook says, “I always want you to feel good and comfortable.” He kisses you, soft just like the fingers he trails at your entrance gathering your arousal.

You swallow, “Are you upset it happened with someone else?”

He blinks, head tilting in confusion, “Not something for me to get upset over, P.” Studying your face, his brows eventually relax as he asks you, “Are you upset?”

You shrug, looking to the side. “It was … whatever.” That’s all you’re willing to say about the experience and you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t want to hear about another man while he’s just about to get intimate with you. At this point, maybe he’d opt out to stopping in general, but he sighs a small hey to gain your attention.

“The experience will always be yours.” He kisses your forehead. “Nobody can take anything from you.”

You nod, eyes closing at the feel of his finger at your entrance. He keeps his lips at your forehead, feeling it furrow as he sinks one finger into your pussy. It’s a slow and leisure pump, easy to have you forgetting about the prior conversation and putting the focus back on him. Penetration has never been your thing; technically, it’s still not. But there’s some relief as Jungkook curls and massages his finger against your walls, stretching you out as he intended to. He refuses to take his eyes off yours, especially when he decides to add in another finger.

“That’s it, baby. Taking it so well.” He praises, voice cracking at the end of the sentence.

“You make me feel so good.” You sigh, eyes closing as he speeds his fingers inside you. “Always feel so safe with you.”

He curses, mentally prepared to hear your choked whine when he removes his fingers from your sopping hole. He says your name sternly, followed by a thick swallow. You hum in response, hips mindlessly chasing after any part of his body for friction. He slots his hard shaft against your wet folds again, giving you both some form of pleasure in the interim. He looks down, moaning at the sight of his cock coated with your arousal.

“Need you inside me.” Your hands hold his waist in place to stop him from grinding against your clit, head of his cock positioned at your entrance. You bubble with anticipation, wondering how he’d feel inside you.

And as much as he’d like nothing more than to finally sink inside, a small part of his lovesick brain still holds some form of logic and manages to utter, “Birth control?”

You blink, a slight falter in your response as you shake your head shamefully. There wasn’t a medical necessity for you to be on birth control before and you didn’t think far enough when it came to intimacy with Jungkook.

He chuckles, “That’s okay, P. I just wanted to check.” He hops off the bed and fishes for his wallet. Another ten seconds go before he drops his wallet onto the ground with a triumphed smile and brings up the small squared package between his fingers. The smile drops a little at the sight of your tiny pout.

Beating him to his question, you remark, “I wanted to feel you …” 

He exhales hard through his nose. Keeping the condom in between his fingers, he makes his way back to you on your bed. You both seem to fall back into position again. 

“Not sure if either of us are ready for kids, P.” The thought of having kids is scary, but weirdly … he finds the fear lessening at the thought of it with you. Seen how you reacted and smiled around children — he wonders if his future kids would have your smile. Either way, too early for these thoughts.

“Okay, okay,” You let his words simmer a little and he suddenly wants to do away with the little package in his hands when you look up at him. “You’re right.” 

He’s right, knows he is when you blink away those irrational thoughts. The same thoughts get pushed to the side when the foil packaging tears and a sweet scent fills your nostrils. This time, hints of rich chocolate and confectioned goodness. You relax back onto your mattress, watching as he positions himself between your legs.

“Do you only have flavored condoms?” You ask, impish smile lifting the awkward conversation from before.

He grins, “Someone gifted a five hundred flavored pack for my birthday last year.” Hint: it was Hoseok. “So … we’re stuck with this for now. Do you hate it? I could stop using them–”

You shake your head and his eyes soften at your answer. There’s relief in knowing it’ll always remain sweet between you and Jungkook. 

“I wanna feel you, too.” He admits as he lines himself at your entrance. He doesn’t push in just yet, watching how your hole clenches around nothing … for now. “We’ll figure something out.”

The defaulted option is to simply have you go on birth control, but that’s something to discuss and for you to decide. If need be, he isn’t too opposed to a vasectomy. You both have all the time in the world to discuss.

“Okay,” you stutter as he begins pushing the head of his covered cock in. That’s all he does for now, opting to drop onto his forearms to kiss you, praise you — love on you. You do little to hide the sting, face contorting before you let out a couple shallow breaths.

“Too much?” He asks, hips stalling and fingers brushing away your hair.

You shake your head, “Hurts a little, but,” you lift your hips a little, legs parting to accommodate Jungkook's body. “Wanna keep going.”

He doesn’t move. 

Tattooed arm dropped in between your bodies, he rubs practiced circles on your clit. You sigh in content, wiggling your hips to push more of him into you. Eyes fluttering shut, similar to how your pussy flutters and gushes around his length after every little push inside as a reward for taking more of him. He shudders and grunts deeply, mentally counting backwards from a hundred to keep himself distracted by how snug your walls feel around him.

You moan, soft and saccharine at the stretch of his full length inside you.

“You feel so good.” He husks into the shell of your ear. “Feel that, Pix?”

“Yeah …” You keen, unable to verbalize a proper response.

“You gotta tell me how you feel, ‘kay?” He lifts his head up and connects his forehead on yours, but his heavy eyes observe how your lower halves connect.

“M-mhm,” You reply, eyes shutting at the fullness below. “Can we stay like this for a bit? I-It’s … it’s a lot.”

He nods. A part of him is thankful for this pause, allowing his mind to think of other things in the meantime so this experience can be better for you. The other part is worried you’re uncomfortable. He wants to make this good for you — wants you to feel good, so it doesn’t matter how long he needs to stay still inside you. Sex could end right now and he’d be okay with it.

“Kiss me, please?” Your request comes out small, but he feels the harsh drumming of your heart against his chest. Your hands are bunched up on his nape, not relaxed how they usually are when you’re with him. 

What else could he do but comply with your wishes?

Kissing’s good — the belief he’ll die on a hill for. Kissing’s even better with you; he loves your lips, the way you lick the seam of his lips, how you sound when you’re being kissed as you deserve. Could stay like this forever with you. The heavy making out goes on for another two minutes, until he unconsciously bucks his hips which forces you to detach from his lips in a loud gasp.

He immediately searches for your face, eyes swelling with concern. “Sorry, I–”

You shake your head, thighs clamping around to hold him still before he pulls out. “‘s okay,” you reassure, “That felt good. Just, go slow.”

The pace he sets out is controlled — slow, as requested. And god, is it good. Your bed creaks with every movement, but the sounds are overshadowed by your shared breathy moans and praises only heard between each other. His fingers move swiftly over your pussy, so love drunk with your body, he feels his balls tightening — a sign of his forthcoming orgasm.

Call it selfish or greedy, he doesn’t want it to end, pulling out at the last second to delay his orgasm. Typically so well-versed in your body cues of an impending orgasm, his own dilemma clouded his judgment when you let out an involuntary frustrated cry at the loss of contact. 

Your chest stutters, stomach clenching from your heavy breaths. And although you should question why he did that, you can’t think when he guides his cock into your warm cunt once more.

“You were gonna make me cum again, pretty.” He lets out a breathy laugh, hips resuming its pace.

You whine, “Was gonna cum, too.” You look down where he fucks his thick length into you. He makes up for the accidental edging by rocking his hips faster into you, fingers once again finding home on your clit forces a high pitched squeal from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Yeah? I’m sorry.” He truly is. Your pleasure’s always his top priority — you’re his priority. 

“You deserve to cum.” His fingers flatten on your mound, and the wet squelching sounds increase with the fastened movements. “Give it to me, pretty.”

So sensitive and lost in the pleasure, you gasp and arch your body into his, eyes slamming shut at the onset waves of pleasure building below. 

“Jung–” Couldn’t finish your sentence before you’re squeezing tightly around him. He doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers, but he stills himself in you, giving you a couple hard pumps while you ride out your sudden orgasm.

He doesn’t think he ever wants to forget this feeling. 

Finally letting off your clit and pushing himself up again, Jungkook marvels at the thin sheen of sweat in between your chest and the white ring of cum coated at the base of his cock where the condom doesn’t fully reach.

“Please, need you to cum inside me.” You beg.

He can’t, not with the condom on, but the sentiment makes him act like he doesn’t have one on. Parting your thighs wider, he thrusts in slowly, mindful of your oversensitivity. The ring of cum builds and thickens at the base, transferring some of your arousal over his pubic bone in a messy haze. Alas, the visual combination of your chest moving in tandem with his thrusts, your scrunched brows, and hand on his stomach was enough for him to release once more. 

Though, the final blow came from your soft declarations of love while you tell him how good he makes you feel.

“Baby,” He manages, hands dropping your thighs, his front also comes down onto your chest as he lazily pumps inside of you with his cum-filled condom. The pleasure continues in the form of your fingers raking up and down his back, drawing shapes and patterns of love.

You know things will always remain sweet between you and Jungkook — like the giggles, doting questions, and soothing hands as he brings you to the shower. It’s not the hot water you feel on your skin, but Jungkook’s tender kisses and embrace forever etched on your body.

“P, sit still, won’t you?” Jungkook stands behind the tripod, angling the camera.

“You ever consider modeling? You’re a natural.” You say as you sift through the album on the tablet. You’re doing everything to avoid Jungkook’s latest assignment in class. Sure, it’ll be a good headshot update for your business card and website, but you weren’t keen on having your picture taken. It was always better behind the camera.

He rolls his eyes, gentle smile on his lips as he walks over. “Flattery won’t get you out of helping me. You promised you’d be my model for this semester.”

“Camera shy.” You pout. “You know that.”

“I know.” Jungkook chuckles. “I’ll teach you.” Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

The thing with teaching is that he inadvertently learns as well. Knows it’s also the same for you too. Skills refined, new ideologies unlocked, and discoveries waiting to be explored. He no longer follows a script anymore — no longer feels like he’s boxed in … life is forever limitless as long as he makes it to be.

A shutter goes off from behind capturing the two of you in the frame.

fin.

ending a/n: beta’d by @takeitawaykenny who sat thru my ridiculousness but also entertained it. prologue wouldn’t have existed without her, yall … she rly was brain behind rkivedshots' beginnings on god love u bookie ;__; and @lovieku who’s been nothing but supportive and rode thru my (many) moments of doubt. she was the angel i needed on my shoulder during the makings of my first series and helped shape so much of itf!! couldn't have done this without your guys unwavering love and support!! oceans of gratitude to my two champions 😭🫂

🧚🏻‍♀️࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

alas, thank YOU all for joining me on this fun ride. i hope you guys got something out of this whether it be a chuckle, life lesson, or soiled panties, i’m lucky yall stuck with me. to my lovelies who have been here since the beginning and cuties we picked up along the way: i appreciate your trust, patience, and overall enthusiasm for this series — you’re my dream!! i told yall i’d guide us to my desired ending with so much love and care. ain’t no way this couple wasn’t gonna be end game … i just had to make the journey difficult. oop. anyway call me #aftercarequeen 💅

with that said … epilogue? send your thanks to lovieku for convincing me bahaha it won’t come any time soon cuz i have other things i wanna work on, but do not fear … i have something planned!

in the meantime, feel free to send in your reaccs/thoughts for our lovely itf!couple. i’m here for ya just as you’ve been here with me xoxo ♡

epilogue.

[httpsuga93]

Jeon Jungkook Fic Rec Faves ♔

Welcome to the Jeon Jungkook corner ♡☆

Some of my all-time favourites!! Fics that have altered my brain chemistry and/or made me cry at 2am when I definitely should’ve been sleeping.

On a more serious note, these authors are incredibly talented. The skill they have to not only come up with these plots, but to bring them to life in a way that makes you feel so deeply is honestly insane. I have so much admiration for them! So proud of our writer Army ♡

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The Art of War More by @kpopfanfictrash [fluff, smut, college!au, 18+] 42.4k

Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team - led by the insufferable Jungkook - kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy - you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when your feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly... not?

Hotter than hell by @chateautae [angst, fluff, smut, fallen lucifer!Jungkook, fantasy!au, 18+] 136k

jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

Get Him Back by @inthelow [fluff, angst, smut, idol!au, fake relationship!au]

after a hard breakup with who, you thought, would be the one, the only thing in your mind was a sad playlist of Taylor Swift songs and red wine. But, what happens when your neighbour— who is done of hearing you cry at 2 am every day — puts the idea in your head of getting your ex back? but with a good and sweet revenge… of course everything will be easier if you didn’t have any feelings for your ex and if your neighbour wasn’t a superstar idol who doesn’t have a problem at pretending to be your boyfriend to piss off that ex— who also happens to be his ex best friend— What a mess, right?

Colour Vision by dappleddaisies (one of the first bts fics I ever read 😭)

Wattpad link

MULTI || those who see in colour vision The result of a chemical reaction. connecting cone-shaped receptors in the eyes to cells. The reaction only occurs when a person falls in love and releases a special formulation of hormones, colloquially known as the 'colour cocktail'. MONO || those who see in greyscale The residual state of those who are yet to experience love, or those who have fallen out of love. Accounts for nearly 40% of the adult population. Turning Mono is the leading global cause for divorces, making up a staggering 68%.

Labyrinth by @wintrbears [major angst, smut, fluff, grief] 31.3k

(Jungkook x reader, past Yoongi x reader and omg this really made me cry)

“Uh oh, I'm falling in love. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down. How’d you turn it right around?” — Taylor Swift

Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie [major angst, fluff, smut, 18+] 50k

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.  You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing.  So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you. 

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BTS Fic Recs Masterpost

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs pt 1

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs pt 2

Updated 04/05/2026

-Ruby x

[inthelow]

GET HIM BACK MENTIONED IN THIS BIG 2026???? my first silly little fic??? hello???? absolutely insane. thank you for adding me here i feel so honoured.

[mikrokookiex]

Do you have any idol jk recs??

I'm sorry for late posting, I'm really very very busy even now but i can't keep you waiting when already three days have passed, so here you are love. i hope you like them. Enjoy.

Idol!Jungkook Fanfics

➛ The Mask of Purity by @lostinbangtan7 (on-going)

➛ Amor Genuino by @kalisburnerphone

➛ Out of Breathe by @bangtanfanfiction

➛ Yearning by @soft4gguk

➛ Hit Me Up by @jjksmagicshop (on-going, smau series)

➛ Late-Night Convenience Store by @97linelover

➛ To Be Loved Is To Be Seen by @twilghtkoo

➛ Creamy Pasta, Heated Love by @kittenan

➛ Just One Night by @smoljimjim

➛ After Hours by @kooggukk

➛ Terms and Condition by @jeonettefics

➛ One Song Too Many by @joonam

➛ Beyond The Camera by @ggukool

➛ Overdrive by @jjksdoll

➛ Encore by @youthguk

➛ The Golden Cage by @97linelover

➛ I'm Sure by @kooksure (on-going)

➛ Makeup Artist by @kooksdollyy

➛ The Rival Idol Experiment by @hvlplvss (on-going)

➛ Forgiving is just one aspect of loving someone by @moodysfn

➛ Don't Get Caught by @kooksdollyy

➛ Daddy Kookie by @jkwrites-m (on-going)

➛ Push and Pull by @awrkive

➛ Decay by @youthguk

➛ Angel by @kooksdollyy

➛ The Surprise by @directionernullneun

➛ Opposite of Sun by @euphorajeon

➛ Light of the Morning by @euphorajeon

➛ Off the Beam by @euphorajeon

➛ If it's a Dream (I'll Come Around) by @euphorajeon

➛ Reckless by @sparklingchim

➛ Not in the Job Description by @jooniesthigh

➛ All Over Again by @delugguk

➛ ADHD Kisses by @zerocoded

➛ Denial by @girlygguk

➛ The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes by @oddinary4bts

➛ Jungkook: 8:45pm by @bonny-kookoo

➛ Are you going to Stay? by @hollyhomburg

➛ If I Could Lie by @alpacaparkaseok

➛ Decision to Leave by @jungkook97

➛ Hot Hearted by @bonny-kookoo

➛ Can't Get Over You by @jungkook97

➛ Crush on You by @jungkook97

➛ Admit it by @jungkook97

➛ Starstruck by @inthelow

➛ The Humanity Formula by @solecize (on-going)

Happy reading.

[solecize]

thank you sm for recommending the humanity formula!! 🫶🏻

[inthelow]

STARSTRUCK — jeon jungkook (2/3)

summary: you have a pretty normal life as a college student. Everything changes one spring break when you visit Korea to see some family and your sister decides to drag you along to stalk the famous pop-star Jeon Jungkook, part of the most famous group in the world — the one you despise— and the one you unexpectedly keep running into.

pairing: uni student! reader x idol! jeon jungkook

genre: rom-com. annoyances-to-lovers. fluff. trynna-be-comedy. a lil angst but not really. | reader is really annoying sometimes. jungkook can be an asshole but he’s still a cutie pie. reader has a sister lowkey sasaeng but thanks to her the story has a plot!! 97line mentioned. jimin and tae appearance in the first part!!.

warning!— this story contains mature content. smut (fingering, oral sex-fem! receiving, handjob, penetration, protected sex, dirty talk, etc). — second part SFW

author’s note: second part is here!! hope u enjoy this one. has a lot more of banter and its very cutesy hehe >_< part 3 (final part) coming next week!!

word count: +14k words

part one; part two; part three.

This was a very bad idea

Getting Jungkook inside your house felt illegal.

Not in an actual you’re-going-to-jail way but in that very specific, very personal way where your brain keeps repeating this is a bad idea while your body just keeps moving anyway. The house was quiet, thankfully, the quiet that meant your parents and great grandparents were already asleep, lights off, everything still, and for a moment you just stood there by the door with Jungkook behind you, both of you listening like you were about to get caught doing something criminal.

“…Why are we being so quiet?” he whispered.

“I told you to shut up,” you whispered back immediately. “If they know I’m sneaking someone they’ll kill me.” You shook your head. “And my sister will literally jump out on you.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together for a second. “She’s a big fun, huh.”

“Big is an understatement.”

“Really?”

“Just shut up and keep walking.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond, just turned and started heading down the hallway, barefoot, careful, trying to remember which floorboard made noise and which didn’t, like you had suddenly lived there your whole life. He followed close behind, surprisingly quiet for someone who had spent the last few hours doing too much.

When you reached your room, you pushed the door open slowly and slipped inside, gesturing for him to do the same before closing it behind you with a soft click.

There was a silence, a real weird silence. You both just stood there for a second, looking at each other.

“Okay,” you said finally, turning the light on. “This is my room while I stay here.”

He looked around, taking it in with quiet curiosity— the bed, your stuff thrown in a big suitcase, the slightly old bed and furniture. He could tell it wasn’t your place but your family house. He wondered for a second how your real home would look like.

“Nice,” he said.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

“I’m definitely not.”

You rolled your eyes, already moving toward the closet and pulling out extra blankets, tossing them onto the floor next to your bed without much ceremony. “You’re sleeping there.”

He looked down. “…On the floor.”

“Yes.”

He glanced at the bed then back at you. “…There’s space.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Worth a try,” he smiled innocently.

“Was it?”

“No.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He caught it easily, looking mildly impressed. “Stop being so aggressive.”

“You’re welcome,” you ignored his comment.

“Yeah, thanks a lot.” He said sarcastically.

You crouched down, fixing the blankets into something that vaguely resembled a bed, your movements slower now that the exhaustion was finally catching up with you. Your head still hurt, not sharply anymore, just a dull reminder that the night had been real and not some weird fever dream.

Behind you, he cleared his throat slightly.

“Hey.”

You didn’t look up. “What.”

“Do you have anything I can wear tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… something to cover my face,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “So I don’t get recognized.”

You looked up at him slowly. “Are you serious?”

“Very.”

You stared at him for a second longer before standing up, walking over to the drawer and pulling it open, digging around for a moment before grabbing something and tossing it at him.

He caught it, looked at it for a second and then looked back at you. “A pink hat.”

You crossed your arms. “Now you owe me one thousand… and five dollars.”

He let out a small laugh, turning the hat in his hands. “It’s… very pink. And it says ‘flop’.”

You had bought it back in your country in a drunk thrift shopping night. A long story you didn’t want to share with him.

“You want a purple one?”

“I’m not sure about that,” he smirked. “Purple is a very us colour.”

Of course.

You looked at him with boredom. “Great. Stay with the pink one then.”

He sighed. “Okay...”

There was a brief pause as he put it on, then glanced toward the door, like he could somehow see through it.

“Is this all necessary?” you asked, leaning back against the drawer. “The whole hiding thing.”

He looked at you like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Yes.” You raised an eyebrow. “They’re everywhere.”

“Paranoid,” you sang mockingly.

“Whatever,” he shook his head slightly, sitting down on the makeshift bed on the floor. “You wouldn’t get it.”

You didn’t even hesitate. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. I’m not a superstar.”

That shut him up for a second, your voice being so mean made him rolled his eyes. The energy in the room shifted a little but you didn’t notice.

Probably you didn’t care either.

You changed into something more comfortable, not bothering to hide, just turning your back and pulling off your hoodie, swapping it for a loose t-shirt, kicking off your socks and climbing into bed like the night had finally decided to end. He stayed quiet while you did, adjusting the blanket around himself and pretending he wasn’t looking your naked skin the second you took off your hoodie. It wasn’t like you were showing him your tits anyway, he didn’t feel guilty to have a look at your naked back.

The room settled into something softer, calmer, the chaos of everything before slowly fading into something that almost felt normal when you both got comfortable into each of your blankets.

“Hey,” he said after a moment.

You didn’t bother to look at him “What?”

“Thanks— You know… for not leaving me outside.”

You shrugged lightly, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m doing it for the money.”

“That’s not why you did it,” he chuckled, knowing it wasn’t true. “I haven’t pay you yet.”

“I trust a person who has the money to pay me will pay me,” you sighed. “I still have faith in humanity.”

He smiled a little at that, even if you weren’t looking. “I will.”

You didn’t say anything back. Silence filled the room again but this time it didn’t feel awkward.

He didn’t fall asleep immediately. You noticed it because you didn’t either.

At first you thought he had, he was quiet, lying on his back on the floor, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting over his stomach like he didn’t really know what to do with himself. The blanket you gave him barely covered anything, and the pink hat was still on his head, slightly tilted, which should have looked ridiculous, but somehow didn’t. You were facing the ceiling too, hands folded over your stomach, eyes open in the dark.

It was quiet in a way that felt almost staged. Like if either of you moved too much, the whole thing would break.

A few seconds passed. Then minutes and minutes. You decided to turn around after what it felt like a long hour, looking if he finally found some sleep that you couldn’t. You found him in a weird position that made you snort quietly. He was lying on his back with his hands in his shoulders like a damn corpse.

“Do you always sleep like that?”

Your voice came out quieter than you expected.

There was a small pause before he answered, like he was checking if you were actually talking to him. He looked up at you.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re in a hospital bed.”

There was pause. You watched the faint shift of fabric while he moved his hands more comfortably, now watching you. Only half of your face was he able to see. “I didn’t realize I was that stiff.”

“You are,” you mumbled. “It was a little concerning.”

He let out a small breath that almost turned into a laugh, but not fully. “Do you always comment on how people sleep?”

“Only when they look like they were about to be pronounced dead.”

That time, he did laugh, a little quiet and short.

Silence settled again, but it was different now, less sharp, less forced and awkward.

You turned your body slightly to the corner of the bed, just enough to look at him better. He was back staring at the ceiling. “Were you actually comfortable?” you asked after a moment.

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Like?”

“Cars, waiting rooms, practice rooms, airports…”

“Airports sound miserable.”

“They were… they are.”

There was something in the way he said it, not dramatic, not complaining, just factual. You shifted a little on your bed, pulling the blanket closer around yourself.

“Airports I get. Cars?” you frowned slightly. “Why?”

“Schedules. Filming runs late, you go somewhere else early. It’s not worth going home.”

“That sounds… horrible.”

“It’s not great.”

“Do you at least get like— actual sleep sometimes?”

“Sometimes,” he said. “When I don’t have anything the next day.”

“So…”

“So pretty much never,” he laughed quietly.

You smiled a little to yourself, eyes still on him. “Ever get used to your sleep schedule?”

“Weirdly yes. Now that we’ll start tour soon it might get a little difficult but we’ll handle it,” he said with confidence.

You found it really… endearing the way he was talking in plural. The group clearly had a good relationship, you couldn’t argue about that. Not that you have tried much after they proved you wrong by doing their comeback— when you spent years telling your sister they were going to pull a one direction stunt— they clearly got along very well.

You only hummed at that, not really interested in that subject since you already knew too much about that tour because of your sister.

Another small silence filled the room.

“What about you?” he suddenly asked.

You frowned slightly. “What about me?”

“Do you have a good sleep schedule?”

You snorted slightly at that. Was he trying to make conversation? Because it was pretty bad. You didn’t want to be more mean so you just answered naturally.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “I’m a senior in college so sometimes I don’t sleep at all. Probably not as bad as yours.”

He hummed, thoughtful. “What are you studying?.”

“Film.”

“Do you like it?”

The question was simple, but it landed heavier than expected. “…Yeah,” you said, but slower this time. “I do.”

“Just ‘yeah’?”

You hesitated, then shifted onto your other side, facing the wall and not him. “I mean— it’s not like I have some big dramatic passion speech or anything,” you said. “I just… like it. I like stories, I like how things are put together. I like noticing things people don’t usually notice.” You paused, then added quieter, “It makes sense to me.”

There was a beat. “That sounds like more than just ‘yeah.’”

You huffed softly. “Don’t make it deep.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“I was really not.” You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “Okay, maybe a little.” He shifted slightly on the floor, turning his head toward your back. “What kind of films do you like?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“On my mood. On the day. On whether I wanted to feel something or not feel anything at all.”

“That’s very specific.”

“It’s true.”

He hummed softly, like he was actually thinking about it. “Do you make them too? Or just study?”

“I do both.” You paused. “Well… try to.”

“Try?”

“Turns out making films is harder than sitting in a classroom talking about them.”

“I can imagine.”

“And people are annoying,” you added. “Group projects are a nightmare.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “That I can definitely imagine.”

You smiled a little without meaning to. “What about you?” you asked after a second. “Do you still like it?”

“Music?”

“Yeah.”

There was a small pause again, but not uncomfortable. “Yeah,” he said, echoing your tone from before, “I do.”

“Just ‘yeah’?”

You heard the faintest hint of a smile in his voice. “Don’t make it deep.”

You huffed. “God, you are annoying.”

“I’ve been told.”

A small silence stretched between you, softer this time, almost… comfortable. “No, but seriously,” you said after a moment. “Do you?”

He exhaled slowly. “I do,” he repeated, a little quieter. “It’s just… different now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s just is,” he didn’t explain much. “But I still love it.”

You nodded slightly, even though he couldn’t see. “When you were singing earlier,” you said, before you could overthink it, “I think everyone could tell you love it.” There was a pause. You immediately regretted saying it. You stared at the ceiling now, suddenly very aware of your own words. “I mean— not in a weird way,” you added quickly. “Just— like… you looked normal— Like it’s your thing, you know?. Not like… this whole different thing.”

Smooth. Really smooth.

You squeezed your eyes shut briefly, waiting for him to make fun of you, but Jungkook didn’t laugh.

“That was when it felt normal,” he said instead. “I like it when is my thing.” You opened your eyes again. “When I sing or work on something related to music.” He took a small pause, thinking about his words. “That is the only time it doesn’t feel… loud.”

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but you got it enough. “That makes sense.”

Silence again.

“…Do you want to direct?”

“Oh, we’re back to me?.”

Jungkook snorted. “I’m just curious,” he said softly.

You huffed. “Eventually,” you admitted. “Or write. Or both. I don’t know yet.”

“You will.”

You moved around to glanced down at him. “That sounded very confident.”

“It is.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“You sound like you know what you like,” he said simply. “That’s already more than most people.”

You didn’t answer right away. “Maybe,” you said eventually. “What about you?” you asked. “Did you always want to do this?”

There was a small pause before he answered. “No.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, a little surprised, even though he couldn’t see. “No?”

“No.” He shifted a little on the floor. “I like music, but I didn’t think it would be… this. There was a time I just wanted to quit and become a dancer.”

“What did you think it would be?”

“I didn’t think that far,” he admitted. “It just kind of happened, I was a kid when I joined the company.”

“That’s insane.”

“Why?”

“Because people spend their whole lives planning things and you just— fell into it?”

“I didn’t just fall into it,” he said, a hint of a smile in his voice. “There was a lot of work involved.”

“Okay, fair. But still.” You paused. “…Do you ever wish it didn’t get this big?”

The question came out more casual than it felt. Jungkook didn’t answer immediately.

“Sometimes,” he said.

You nodded slightly. “That makes sense.”

“But,” he added after a second, “I wouldn’t undo it.”

You glanced at him again. “Not even a little?”

“Maybe a little,” he said, and you could hear the smile now. “But not enough to actually change it.”

You huffed softly. “That’s such a PR answer.”

“It’s my answer.”

You wondered how many times he practiced that answer. Or if you had ever judge him thinking he was just lying for the public. You didn’t know the real answer, but because there was no cameras and he was sleeping on your bedroom’s floor, you decided to believe it was his answer for the first time.

“Okay then.” There was the silence again. This time it stretched longer, but it didn’t feel awkward, just normal. You adjusted your pillow slightly. “Do you always talk this much to strangers?” you asked.

“Do you?”

“I asked first.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “No, I don’t,” he said after a second. “I don’t usually sleep on stranger’s floor either.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually let famous guys sleep on my floor either..”

“So this is weird.”

“A little.”

“Okay, good. We’re finally on the same page. It only took like nine hours of forced proximity.”

You smiled faintly. He was funny for that. “I think it’s the concussion,” you added, joining to the joke.

“You don’t have a concussion.”

“Allegedly.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually.”

“Are you a doctor now?”

“I’ve been around enough to know basic things.”

You let out a small laugh, softer this time. “Yeah? Like your friends?”

He pressed his lip together, trying not to laugh. “I’m sure they tried their best.”

“Oh, I’m sure too.”

He finally let a chuckle out.

Silence followed again, slower now. Sleepier. The night was already becoming dawn. You couldn’t help the feeling of being about to pass out of tiredness. But, surprisingly, you still wanted to talk to him.

“What do you even do when you’re not working?” you asked, voice quieter.

“Nothing exciting.”

“Define that.”

“Stay home. Watch stuff, cook, play video-games, sleep.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s so boring.”

“It’s peaceful.”

“Okay, yeah, fair. Maybe with a life like yours.” You shifted slightly, trying not to close your eyes. “What do you watch?”

“Anything, really.”

“Bad answer,” you muttered. “I’m a film major, come on. Do better.”

“It’s true.”

“Give me something specific.”

He exhaled softly, thinking. “Movies, mostly. Sometimes documentaries.”

You perked up slightly. “Documentaries about what?”

“Random things,” he said. “I watched one about deep sea creatures last week.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “They looked weird.”

“That’s your reasoning to watch documentaries?”

“They were interesting.”

You shook your head lightly. “That’s such a guy answer.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“No, explain.”

“I won’t.”

“Coward.” You smiled into your pillow. Silence settled again, heavier now. Your eyes were starting to close between sentences. “You’re gonna fall asleep,” he said quietly.

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally talking.”

“Barely.”

You huffed softly. “You too,” you mumbled.

“Probably.” He paused for a second. “…Hey,” he said after a moment.

“Mm?”

“Thanks.”

You frowned slightly, eyes still closed. “For what?”

“For not making this weird.”

You let out a quiet breath. “It is weird.”

“Yeah, but… not in a bad way.”

You thought about that for a second. “I guess,” you admitted.

There was another pause.

“…And for the hat,” he finally added.

That made you smile, even with your eyes closed. “That’s $1005, dude.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Right, I forgot.”

“Inflation. I need that money.”

“Obviously.”

You shifted slightly under your blanket, suddenly more aware of how late it was. How weird this whole situation was but how it didn’t feel as weird as it should.

“Don’t snore,” you whispered almost faintly.

“I don’t snore.”

“You look like you snore.”

“That’s rude.”

“…Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Silence settled one last time. Neither of you spoke again. And somewhere between one slow breath, the conversation faded out, and you both fell asleep. You didn’t realize you were ending the night with the guy you didn’t want to see even in pictures not long that fifteen hours ago.

——————————

The next morning didn’t start very calm.

It started with banging. Loud, aggressive, completely unnecessary banging that echoed through your door like someone was trying to break it down, followed immediately by your sister’s voice, already way too awake for the hour.

“Wake up!”

You groaned into your pillow, barely even conscious, one arm thrown over your head as if that would somehow block both the noise and her existence. “Go away,” you mumbled, your voice muffled and thick with sleep, not even bothering to open your eyes. “It’s too early.”

More banging.

“It’s eleven in the morning. Get up! We need to talk!”

“We don’t,” you muttered, turning your face further into the pillow. “Go away.”

“I have the key!”

“Uhm”

There was a pause, it was brief, but suspiciously quiet— and then you heard the doorknob.

Your eyes snapped open.

Wait…

Oh my god, Jungkook.

You shot up halfway in bed, heart jumping straight into your throat. “Wait! Don’t—” you started, already turning toward the floor, toward where he had been…

But there was nothing there.

The blanket was folded— badly, but still folded— and the space where he had slept was empty. You blinked slowly. He was gone. He had actually left. Just like he said he would.

Thank God.

“…What are you doing?” your sister asked, already halfway inside your room, looking at you like you’d just sat up from a nightmare.

You stared at the empty spot for a second longer before letting yourself drop back over the bed, exhaling slowly, the tension leaving your body all at once in a way that almost made you feel ridiculous. Relief settled in instead. You were glad he left before everyone woke up. You didn’t have to sneak him out there, you didn’t need your sister screaming your house down because Jeon Jungkook had been sleeping on your floor.

That was great.

“Nothing,” you said, running a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look less like you’d just been caught hiding something. “Why are you breaking my door?”

“I’ve been calling you for like ten minutes!” She shot back, walking fully into the room now, hands on her hips. “And you weren’t answering your phone, and you weren’t in the living room, and you weren’t anywhere—”

“I was sleeping,” you cut in, sitting down. “Crazy concept.”

She ignored that completely. “You left me yesterday,” she said instead, narrowing her eyes. “At the concert. Alone.”

“I didn’t leave you,” you said, already dragging a hand over your face. “You went inside. I stayed outside. That was the plan.”

“The plan was for you to wait!”

“I did wait.”

“For how long?”

“Long enough.”

She stared at you. You stared back. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying,” you said, which was technically not entirely true, but close enough to survive the conversation. “I got bored, I went to eat, and then—” you paused, touching your forehead instinctively, “—I had a small accident.”

Her expression changed immediately. “Oh, it was true?”

“It was a small accident,” you repeated. “Very small. Almost impressively small.”

She stepped closer without even thinking, grabbing your chin lightly to tilt your face toward the light. “What did you do?”

“I walked into something.”

“You walked into something?”

“It came out of nowhere.”

“A wall doesn’t come out of nowhere.”

“It wasn’t a wall,” you said. “It was… more like a pole situation.”

She blinked at you. “A pole?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you hit a pole?”

“I don’t know, it just happened.”

She squinted, clearly not believing a single word of it, but her attention shifted when she noticed the small bandage on your forehead, her fingers hovering near it before gently pressing around the area. “Did you go to a hospital?”

“Yeah, just a small one,” you said. “I got dizzy, they checked me, I’m fine. No concussion, unfortunately.”

She frowned slightly, still inspecting you like you might fall apart if she looked away for too long. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Am I ever?.”

“Girl,” she gave you a look.

“I’m okay,” you said, a little softer this time. “Really.”

She studied you for another second before finally stepping back, her shoulders relaxing just a little.

“You’re so stupid,” she muttered, but there was no real bite behind it now.

“That’s why you know we’re related.”

A small pause settled between you, and then, like a switch flipping, her entire expression shifted.

“…I got in yesterday,” she said. You closed your eyes briefly. Of course. “I got in,” she repeated, louder this time, like you hadn’t heard her the first time. “Like, inside-inside. Front area.”

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “We had a deal.”

“I know, I know,” she waved it off, already pacing a little as she spoke. “I’m just saying, just one thing—”

“No.”

“Just one—”

“No.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“It was a deal.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, but that didn’t stop her. “I didn’t see them that much up close,” she continued anyway, clearly incapable of stopping herself. “Only the last song, because security was— whatever— but still, like, they were right there. And Jungkook—” You gave her a look. She ignored you. “God, he was just so amazing,” she said quickly, holding up her hands when you groaned. “I’m just— making an observation.”

“No observations.”

“He sounds insane,” she added anyway.

You opened your mouth to make your usual mean comment about him but suddenly stop. You pressed your lips together. Because you realized that the annoying part was… She wasn’t wrong.

You didn’t say anything, but your expression shifted just slightly, something small and involuntary, and she caught it immediately.

“…What?,” she narrowed her eyes.

“I’m choosing peace,” you said. “I’m not fighting anymore.”

“That’s suspicious.”

“It’s giving up.”

“That’s even more suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the bed. “Can we not do this right now? I just woke up, I have a head injury, and you’re being loud.”

“You don’t have a head injury, you walked into a pole.”

“That’s still an injury.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, a voice echoed from down the hall.

“Breakfast!”

Both of you look at each other.

“We should go before she comes here,” your sister said quickly.

“Agreed.”

You followed her out of the room, still half asleep, your body moving on autopilot as you made your way to the kitchen, the smell of food waking you up just enough to function. You barely had time to enter the living room and your sister was already reaching for the remote, turning on the TV like it was part of her morning routine. Hearing news for breakfast.

You didn’t pay attention at first, too focused on what would be for breakfast, but then—

“Oh my God.”

You looked up. She was frozen, staring at the screen.

“What?” you asked, frowning.

You followed her gaze and immediately felt your stomach drop.

On the screen, a reporter stood in front of a building you recognized instantly, the HYBE logo visible behind them as she spoke animatedly, a headline flashing across the bottom.

“…last night after the event, member of global group BTS, Jungkook, was reportedly seen leaving the after-party accompanied by an unidentified girl…”

You froze for a second.

“What?” your sister said, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume.

“…sources claim the two exited together and got into the same vehicle, sparking speculation among fans…”

“That’s insane,” you said quickly, reaching for the remote. “This is obviously fake. Turn it off.”

“What are you doing?” she pulled it away from you. “Wait. I want to listen!”

“It’s not real,” you insisted, trying to grab it again. “They literally make things up all the time—”

“Let me hear!”

“Give it—”

You both struggled for the remote, hands pushing, pulling, then falling into the sofa while the volume going up and down randomly as the reporter kept talking in the background.

“Girls,” your great grandmother’s voice cut through the chaos. You both froze. She stood next to the doorway, arms crossed, looking at the two of you like she’d seen this exact scene a hundred times before. “Sit,” she said simply. “And eat.”

You slowly let go of the remote. Your sister did the same, though much more reluctantly, her eyes still glued to the screen like it might disappear if she looked away too long.

“What’s wrong with you?,” she whispered

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting weird.”

You huffed and walked to the kitchen. “No, I’m not,” you muttered.

You didn’t look at the TV again.

——————————

The next three days passed in a way that almost made you forget you were soon to be over with your little break.

Almost.

Your sister, surprisingly and suspiciously, kept her promise. No random BTS facts, no sudden “did you know—” interruptions, no videos shoved in your face at full volume. It was quiet. Peaceful, even. Which should have felt like a victory, but instead felt more like the calm before something very specific and very annoying.

Still, you didn’t question it. You enjoyed it as much as you could.

You spent those days the way you were supposed to, like a normal family visit. Long lunches that stretched into late afternoons, your great-grandmother telling stories you were only half listening to but still somehow enjoying, your parents relaxing in a way you didn’t usually see back home. You walked around the neighborhood, helped in the kitchen once or twice (badly), and even let your sister drag you out at night to some club, which turned into one of those chaotic, slightly messy outings where you both ended up too drunk and with new friends. It was… nice. Fun. Something you had been wanting to do for so long with her that actually didn’t feel real.

Which was exactly why you didn’t notice what she was doing.

At least, not at first. It started small, with casual mentions, perfectly timed, almost strategic.

“Busan is really pretty this time of year,” she had said at breakfast one morning, not even looking up from her phone.

No one reacted.

Later that day, while your great-grandmother was sitting in the living room, she brought it up again. “Didn’t you say you had a friend there? Near the beach?”

That got a reaction. Your great-grandmother looked up, thoughtful, and just like that, your sister had her opening.

By the second day, it wasn’t subtle anymore.

“Have we ever been there? I don’t remember,” she added over dinner, sighing dramatically. “It would be so nice to go, even just for the weekend.”

You glanced at her. She didn’t look back. You narrowed your eyes slightly.

Oh, she was working.

And she was good at it.

Your parents, on the other hand, were not convinced. You could see it in the way they exchanged looks, in the hesitant answers, in the classic “we’ll think about it” that really meant probably not. It should’ve ended there.

But then your great-grandmother stepped in.

“Well,” she said casually, as if she hadn’t been listening to the entire thing unfold, “there’s no harm in a short trip. They’re not children.” Your sister didn’t even try to hide the way she straightened slightly, like she’d just won something. “They’ll be fine,” your great-grandmother continued. “And I can call my friend, she still has that cabin near the beach. It’s small, but perfect for a couple of days.”

Your parents hesitated. Your sister held her breath and then the decision was final.

“Okay,” your mom said, slowly. “But you both be careful.”

That was it. That was all it took.

You didn’t even have time to process it before your sister turned to you, eyes practically shining. “We’re going to Busan.”

You stared at her. “We… we?”

“Yes, we.”

You leaned back in your chair slightly, crossing your arms. “You didn’t even ask me before this.”

“I’m asking you now.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It is when the answer is obviously yes.”

You scoffed. “You’re very confident.”

“It’s a beach trip,” she said. “Cabin, ocean, weekend away from everything. You’re not saying no to that.”

You opened your mouth to argue and immediately paused. She wasn’t wrong. How could you say not to that?

“Fine,” you muttered. “But I’m not driving.”

“I am driving,” she said immediately and obviously. “You don’t even have a license here.”

“Oh, right.”

She grinned. And just like that, the weekend was decided.

Friday morning came too early.

You were barely awake when she dragged you out of bed, already dressed, already moving, already running on a level of energy that should not exist before sunrise. You, on the other hand, moved like someone who had been personally wronged by the concept of mornings, throwing clothes into a bag half-blind and hoping for the best.

“You’re taking forever,” she complained from the doorway.

“I’m functioning at the speed of my will to live,” you muttered, zipping your bag.

“Hurry the fuck up!.”

“Let me be.”

The car was packed quickly and before you fully registered what was happening, you were on the road, the early morning quiet stretching out in front of you. Your sister took the driver’s seat like she was ready to get there as fast as she could, hands steady on the wheel, music playing softly in the background.

The first hour was quiet. The second less so. By the third, you had stopped twice, once for coffee, once because she insisted she was “getting bored” and needed a break, which made no sense considering she was the one driving.

“You’re the one who wanted this trip,” you pointed out, leaning against the car as she stretched dramatically.

“I still do,” she said. “I just don’t want to fall asleep at the wheel.”

“You’ve had three coffees.”

“That’s barely anything.”

“That’s concerning.”

She ignored you.

The rest of the drive blurred together, long stretches of road, occasional conversations that started and died without much effort, music playing, silence filling the gaps in a way that didn’t feel awkward. At some point, you rested your head against the window, watching the scenery change slowly, the air shifting, the feeling of the city fading the further you got.

By the time you arrived, you felt it

That difference of weather and vibe.

The cabin was exactly what your great-grandmother had promised. Small, simple, but beautiful in a quiet, effortless way. It sat a little away from everything, surrounded by greenery, the sound of the ocean faint but present in the distance.

An older woman greeted you at the door, her smile warm and familiar in a way that made it clear she already knew exactly who you were. “You must be her granddaughters,” she said, stepping aside to let you in. “She told me you might come.”

Your sister immediately switched into polite mode, smiling brightly, introducing both of you like she hadn’t spent the last five hours complaining about the drive. You followed along, quieter, taking in the space, the details, the way everything felt lived in, cared for.

It didn’t take long before you were settled. Bags dropped, shoes off, windows opened.

“We should go to the beach,” your sister said, already halfway out the door again.

“We just got here.”

“Exactly. Perfect timing.”

You stared at her and she stared back.

“…You’re not going to sit down, are you?”

“No.”

You sighed. “Give me five minutes.”

——————————

The beach wasn’t far.

A short drive, a small parking area, barely any people around. It was quieter than you expected, the kind of place that didn’t attract crowds, just a few scattered figures in the distance, the sound of waves steady and constant. Summer wasn’t yet there so the place wasn’t crowded at all.

You stepped out of the car, stretching slightly, taking in the view, the air different there, cleaner, lighter.

“Okay,” you admitted. “This is nice.”

“I told you,” she said, already grabbing her bag.

You walked a few steps forward, eyes on the water, the horizon stretching out endlessly, and for a second, everything felt exactly like it was supposed to.

Peaceful, simple…

“Wait.”

You paused. Something in your sister’s tone made you turn. You knew that specific tone, the one she used for them. She was looking at her phone. Not just looking, staring.

“What?” you asked slowly, already regretting it. She didn’t answer immediately which was your first warning. “…What?” you repeated, sharper this time. She looked up. And the expression on her face…

“Oh my God,” she said.

You blinked. “No.” She turned the screen toward you. “No,” you repeated, already feeling the irritation creeping up before you even saw it.

“I knew it,” she said, like she had just proven something. “I knew it.”

You looked. And there it was, some random article, headline bold and unnecessary, talking about how Jungkook had been spotted in Busan, taking a short break with friends before his tour, photos blurry but enough to make it believable, enough to make it real.

You stared at the screen deadpan and then at her. “You’re kidding.”

“I didn’t know for sure!” she said quickly, already defensive. “I just saw something about it and thought— what if— and then the cabin thing and—”

“You planned this.”

“I didn’t plan it,” she insisted. “I just… aligned circumstances.”

You let out a short, disbelieving laugh, dragging a hand down your face. “Aligned circumstances.”

“Yes.”

“You dragged me four hours away because of a maybe.”

“It’s not a maybe anymore.”

“That’s not the point!”

She frowned. “Why are you so mad?”

“Because you lied.”

“I didn’t lie!”

“You just conveniently left out a very important detail.”

“I didn’t think it mattered!”

“You didn’t think it mattered that the entire reason you wanted to come here was because of a guy?”

She hesitated. “…When you say it like that, it sounds bad.”

“Because it is bad.”

You stepped away slightly, shaking your head, frustration settling in properly now, heavier, sharper, cutting through whatever calm the place had given you just minutes before.

“I thought you actually wanted to spend time together,” you said.

“I do!” she said quickly. “I do, that’s not— this is just—”

“This is exactly what I didn’t want,” you cut in.

Silence fell between you. The waves kept moving. The air stayed the same. But the moment shifted completely.

You stood there in the parking lot, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring anywhere but at her, the irritation sitting firmly in your chest now, impossible to ignore. And just like that the trip didn’t feel so peaceful or yours anymore.

She didn’t look as guilty as she should have. That was the problem. Instead of apologizing, or at least pretending to understand why you were annoyed, your sister just let out a small sigh, like you were the one making things unnecessarily complicated, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other before gesturing vaguely toward the beach like that alone should fix everything.

“Okay, but we’re already here,” she said, tone softening just enough to sound reasonable, which somehow made you angrier. “So can we not waste the whole day being mad? Just… enjoy it… Please?”

You stared at her for a minute. Not because you didn’t hear her, but because you did, and that made it more irritating. There was something about the way she said it— so casual, so quick to move on, that made it feel like your reaction didn’t really matter, like this was already over for her while you were still standing there, stuck in it.

“Right,” you said flatly. “Because that’s how that works.”

She frowned slightly. “I’m not saying you can’t be mad, I’m just saying—”

“No, you’re saying we should just pretend you didn’t drag me here for that,” you cut in, nodding toward her phone still in her hand. “And go sit on the beach like this is some random, normal trip.”

“It is a normal trip,” she insisted. “We came here together. We’re staying in that cute cabin, we have the whole weekend… Why are you acting like that it’s a bad plan?”

You let out a short breath through your nose, looking away for a second, because arguing in circles with her was exhausting in a very specific way. “Because that’s not why you planned it,” you muttered. “You just used me to see if you could meet this guy who doesn’t even know about your existence.”

“Well… It’s part of why,” she corrected, stepping a little closer. “Not all of it.”

You didn’t answer. Her honesty was also more irritating

A beat passed, the tension sitting there, heavy but not explosive, and then she exhaled, clearly deciding she wasn’t going to win this right now. “I’m going to the beach,” she said, grabbing her bag again before giving you the car keys. “You can stay here or in the car and be dramatic or you can come and enjoy this beautiful sunny day with me. Your choice. It’s still our trip… just with other outcomes.”

You watched her for a second as she turned and started walking toward the sand without waiting for your answer, her steps quick, purposeful, like she was physically removing herself from the conversation.

You didn’t follow immediately.

Instead, you stayed where you were, putting the keys in your pocket, shoulders slightly tense, letting out a slow breath as you looked out toward the water, the sound of the waves steady and grounding in a way that forced your thoughts to slow down whether you wanted them to or not. The beach was still quiet, only a few people scattered around, some sitting, some walking along the shore, nothing loud, nothing overwhelming.

You stood there longer than you planned to. Long enough for the initial irritation to settle into something less sharp, less immediate, even if it didn’t disappear completely.

“Bitch,” you muttered to yourself finally, dragging a hand through your hair.

You could admit, the place was too beautiful to be mad. So you could pretend for a few hours you didn’t want to beat the shit out of your sister.

You started walking toward the beach, slower than your sister had, your gaze drifting without much focus until something, someone, caught your attention. A group of guys, a little farther from the rest of the people, not close enough to draw attention but not completely isolated either, their voices faint, carried slightly by the wind. You didn’t think much of it at first, just another group, nothing special, but then…

You froze slightly. Because one of them had a hat you recognize immediately. A pink hat.

Your pink hat.

You stared for a second longer, squinting slightly like that might somehow make more sense of it, and then a small, disbelieving laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered under your breath.

There was no way.

No, it seemed it was. There was a way.

You shook your head lightly, almost amused, almost annoyed again, but in a different way now, something sharper, more specific, and started walking again, this time toward your sister, who had already claimed a spot on the sand and was in the process of setting everything up like she hadn’t just caused a minor argument ten minutes ago.

You dropped your bag next to her without a word, letting it fall into the sand as you sat down, brushing your hands together absentmindedly.

She glanced at you briefly. “So you decided to join me in this relaxing place?.”

“I decided I didn’t feel like standing in a parking lot all day.”

“I’ll take it.”

You didn’t respond, just leaned back slightly, watching her as she immediately reached for her headphones, slipping them on like she was entering her own separate world, scrolling through her phone, adjusting angles, already taking pictures of the beach, of herself, of everything.

You let your gaze drift again, slower this time, more intentional, until it landed back on the group.

They weren’t there anymore, well most of them. Because now, almost all of them were in the water, voices louder, movements easier to follow as they swam further out, leaving only one person behind, stretched out on the sand, hat still on, pulled low enough to cover most of his face.

You stared for a second. Then another. And then, before you could overthink it you stood up.

Your sister didn’t even notice. You brushed the sand off your hands, grabbed your bag and walked past a couple of scattered towels, your steps casual enough not to draw attention but direct enough that you didn’t lose momentum, your focus fixed on the figure lying there, unmoving.

Up close, it was even more obvious. Same hat, same tattoos, same moles.

You stopped right next to him, looking down for a second, watching the way he very clearly try to not react, which only made it more obvious that he was pretending to be asleep.

You tilted your head slightly. “…Is this seat taken?” you asked casually, already lowering yourself onto the sand beside him without waiting for an answer. “Because if it is, that’s really unfortunate.” No response. You glanced at him, then out at the water. “Wow,” you continued, resting your hands behind you. “What a beautiful day, huh? Beach, sun, people minding their business… very peaceful.” Still nothing. “…Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?” you asked, leaning slightly toward him, he gave you a slight shrug. “Oh— wait, no, you’re definitely awake.” He shifted. You smiled slightly. “Since you’re awake,” you went on, completely unbothered, “maybe you can help me with something. I can’t reach my back properly and I really need to put some sunscreen on, maybe you can give me a hand?”

He moved his hand, pushing the brim of the hat up just enough to reveal his eyes and then he looked at you. Recognition hit immediately, his shoulders relaxed immediately and he let out a small huffed laugh.

“How did you know it was me?” Jungkook asked, his voice low.

You shrugged, like it was obvious. “The hat.”

He blinked once, then let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh, dropping his hand back against his chest. “Of course it was the hat.”

“I mean, you could’ve at least tried a different disguise,” you said. “This is just lazy.”

“I wasn’t trying to disguise myself.”

“Right. You just happened to wear the same very recognizable hat in public.”

He tilted his head slightly toward you. “You’re the only one who knows about the hat.”

“Fair point.”

A small silence settled, not awkward, just normal.

You looked out at the water again. “…So,” you said after a second. “What are you doing in Busan?”

“Taking a break,” he answered simply. “A couple of days before things get busy again.”

Of course he wasn’t going to tell you his manager had sent him to have a little week off there after watching the news that he had been seen with a new girl and how the CEO of Se-seil didn’t like that at all. What a better way to stay out of the rumours than going on a low profile trip with some friends that weren’t girls and that couldn’t spark heteronormative rumours, right?

“With them?” you nodded slightly toward the group in the water.

“Yeah,” he pointed out. “The one who looks like he’s drowning is the one who you own ten thousand worth of shoes.”

You frowned immediately. “It was your fault I threw up so that’s on you.”

Jungkook smiled slightly. “Fair.”

You followed his gaze for a moment before speaking again. “This is weird,” you admitted.

“A little,” he glanced at you.

“Out of all the beaches.”

“I know.”

You glanced at him again. “My sister drove here because she saw an article about you probably taking time off here.”

“That’s commitment.”

“That’s stalking,” you corrected. “Do you know how annoying is the fact that she was actually right?”

He looked at you. “Does she know you met me?.”

“Are you insane?” you shook your head. “If I tell her I would never not hear about this.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I also don’t want to risk… my life,” he added, nodding vaguely, clearly referring to your sister being a little inane without saying it.

“Good call.”

“I figured.”

Another quiet stretch settled between you, the sound of the waves filling it naturally, neither of you rushing to say anything else.

It felt… normal. Weirdly. Too normal. And that, more than anything, was what made it feel a little unreal. He was a celebrity, probably nothing about him was normal or quiet like that.

Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment after that, like he was still adjusting to the fact that this was happening again— same girl, different place, somehow even less explainable than before— before he turned his head slightly toward you, resting it back against the sand.

“So,” he said after a beat, voice calmer now, almost casual. “How’s Busan treating you?”

You shrugged, dragging your fingers absently through the sand beside you. “It’s alright.”

There was a pause. Then he turned his head fully this time, looking at you like you had just personally offended him.

“Alright?”

You blinked. “Yeah?”

“Alright?” he repeated, sitting up slightly now, brows pulling together. “That’s what you’re going with?”

You frowned a little, caught off guard by the sudden shift in energy. “What’s wrong with ‘alright’?”

“It’s my hometown,” he said, like that explained everything.

“Okay?”

“And you’re describing it as alright.”

You let out a small, incredulous laugh. “I’ve been here for like two hours.”

“That’s enough time to form a better opinion than that.”

“I saw a cabin and a parking lot,” you deadpanned. “I’m working with limited material.”

“And this beach!”

“Is just a beach.”

Jungkook stared at you for a second, then shook his head, pushing himself up fully now, brushing sand off his hands. “No, that’s not acceptable.”

You watched him, unimpressed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have written a full review already?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Minimum three paragraphs.”

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

“You just haven’t seen the right places yet,” he continued, ignoring you completely. “You can’t judge it based on that.”

“I’m not judging it, I’m just… neutral.”

“That’s worse.”

“How is that worse?”

“Because it means you’re not paying attention.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “I’m literally paying attention right now.”

“Not enough,” he said, glancing around before pointing somewhere behind you. “See that?”

You turned your head, following his gaze.

A small stand, a little further up from the beach, near the parking spaces, simple but colorful, with a faded umbrella and a handwritten sign you couldn’t fully read from where you were.

“Ice cream?” you guessed.

He looked back at you, clearly pleased. “Exactly.

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s your argument?”

“That’s my starting point.” He stretched his hand to help you stand up.

You huffed softly, taking his hand before brushing the sand of your shorts. “This better be life-changing.”

“It is.”

“Don’t be so confident, your hopes are gonna crash out.”

“Nah, you’ll see.”

The walk wasn’t long, but it was slow, unhurried, the kind of pace that felt comfortable. You stayed a step behind him at first, then next to him, the conversation slipping back into something easy without either of you really noticing.

“You come here often?” you asked, glancing around.

“Not as much as I’d like,” he admitted. “But when I do, I come here.”

“To the ice cream stand?”

“To the area,” he corrected. “The ice cream is just part of it.”

“Important part, apparently.”

“Very important.”

You hummed, unconvinced but willing to play along, stopping when you reached the stand, the older man behind it greeting him with a familiarity that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Long time,” the man said with a small smile.

Jungkook nodded slightly. “Yeah. It’s been a while.” You glanced between them, then back at the menu, pretending not to notice anything while still very much noticing everything. It was clear the guy knew him, you wondered how much Jungkook trusted him to accept the fact that he was letting him know about you. A girl that could ruin his reputation if a picture was leaked. “What do you want?” he asked, turning to you.

“I don’t know,” you said, scanning the options. “Something that proves your point.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “That’s a lot of pressure for ice cream.”

“You said it was good.”

“It is good.”

“Then choose.”

He looked at you for a second, like he was trying to decide if you were serious. He decided to take it as a challenge.

“Okay,” he said finally, turning back to the man and ordering without asking again.

You leaned slightly against the side of the stand, watching as he paid, the whole thing oddly normal, like you weren’t standing there with someone whose face was always on the screen every time you turned on the TV.

He handed you one of the cones when they were ready. “Try it.”

You took it, eyeing it suspiciously for a second before taking a bite. You took a second too long to taste it.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“That’s actually good.”

“I told you.”

You took another bite, slower this time. “Fine. I’ll upgrade it from ‘alright’ to… decent.”

“Decent?” he repeated, offended all over again. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“I’m not giving it ‘amazing’ on the first try.”

“It deserves amazing!”

“It doesn’t know me like that yet.”

He shook his head, but there was a small smile there now, something quieter, more relaxed.

You both stood there for a bit, eating, talking about nothing important, rating the ice cream like it was a serious discussion, arguing over textures and flavors like either of you had any knowledge on the subject.

“It’s too sweet,” you said at one point.

“It’s ice cream.”

“Yeah, but there’s levels.”

“This is a good level.”

“It’s a trying-too-hard level.”

“That’s a dumb argument, you are just being a hater.”

“I’m just giving you my point of view.”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head again, like he knew about you already too much to know the fact that you were indeed just trying to argue. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe argue back but then a car passed by. You barely noticed it at first. Just another vehicle on the road, slow enough to stand out a little, but not enough to matter, until Jungkook suddenly stiffened beside you.

And then, without warning, he grabbed your arm and pulled you down with him, crouching low behind the side of the stand so fast you barely had time to react.

“What the—”

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” he cursed under his breath. And just by that you knew what it was about. “How do they keep finding me?!” he whispered sharply, peeking just slightly over the edge before ducking back down.

You blinked, still processing.

“Dude,” you said, lowering your voice instinctively. “Even my sister can find you. And she’s doesn’t even live in this country.”

“That’s not helping.”

“I’m just saying.”

He ran a hand through his hair quickly, clearly thinking, clearly calculating, before glancing toward the direction of the beach.

“They probably saw the car too.”

“Then why are we still here?” you asked.

“Because if we move too fast, it’s obvious.”

You stared at him. “You literally just tackled me to the ground.”

“That was necessary.”

“Uh, right.”

He ignored that, looking around again before nodding slightly. “Do you have your keys?.”

“Are you joking?.”

“Do you?” he insisted, looking almost too anxious.

You hesitated for half a second, already regretting that you went out of your way to talk to him. “You still owe me,” you gave him your keys.

You both moved at the same time, staying low at first before straightening just enough to walk without drawing too much attention, your steps controlled, deliberate, like you were both pretending this was completely normal. You guide him to the ugly vintage purple car.

You reached the parking area quicker than expected, your car still where you left it, your sister nowhere in sight, still on the beach, thankfully oblivious.

“This is your car?” he made a grimaced, clearly not liking it.

“This is my grandma’s car,” you corrected. “And if you don’t like you can order a damn uber.”

“Fuck,” he crouched down again when the van passed behind the car. “Fuck, fuck. Just… shut up and get in!” he screamed in a whisper, already moving toward the driver’s side.

You went around to the passenger side, pulling the handle. Suddenly the door swung open from the inside at the exact same time you leaned in.

The edge hit your forehead, really hard.

“Ow!” You jerked back immediately, hand flying to the same spot you had injured days ago, eyes squeezing shut.

“Oh, shit— sorry,” he said quickly, half out of his seat now. “I didn’t— are you okay?”

You looked at him over the window. “You have to stop doing that,” you said, pressing your hand against your forehead.

“I didn’t see you,” he said quickly. “Just, sorry— get in, get in.”

“Okay, okay. I’m in.” You quickly did, closing the door much more cautiously than necessary.

“Seatbelt,” he said automatically, already starting the engine.

You gave him a look. “Seriously?”

“Just in case.” You rolled your eyes but put it on anyway. He grabbed his phone quickly, typing something fast, his expression focused again. “Texting them,” he muttered. “They need to know.”

“Your friends?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, glancing out the window instinctively, half-expecting that car to come back around. “Here,” he said suddenly, pulling off his sunglasses and handing them to you.

You looked at them, then at him. “Why?”

“So you don’t look like yourself.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Just put them on.” He looked for something in the drawer. “Here,” he gave you a headscarf that was from your grandma.

“Are you—”

“Just put it on!”

You did, adjusting it over your face slightly as he put down the hat and his shirt, to cover more his face. He lower down more before finally pulling the car out, movements smooth but noticeably more careful now, his posture slightly lower, like he was trying to make himself less visible without making it obvious.

The car moved slowly at first. Too slowly.

“You’re driving like my grandmother,” you said.

“They’re behind us, get lower.”

“You’re being suspicious!”

He exhaled, then pressed a little more on the accelerator, the car picking up speed just enough to feel normal, just enough to blend in. You leaned back slightly in your seat, your hand still resting lightly against your forehead, the sunglasses slipping down your nose a little as you glanced at him.

“This is insane,” you muttered.

He huffed quietly. “You’re telling me.”

The car didn’t slow down immediately after leaving the beach.

Jungkook kept driving around, doing circles more than necessary, turning once, then again, like he was making sure you weren’t being followed, like the tension hadn’t fully left his body yet even if the immediate danger had. You stayed quiet at first, leaning back in the seat, the sunglasses and scarf still on your face. After a couple of minutes he left the beach, you stayed watching the road stretch ahead through the tinted lenses while the sound of the ocean faded further and further behind you.

You both shared a look and you finally let out a small laugh.

It came out under your breath at first, like you didn’t mean to, but once it started, it didn’t really stop. Jungkook glanced at you briefly, then back at the road, a quiet exhale leaving him that sounded dangerously close to a laugh too.

“What?” he asked, even though he clearly already knew.

You shook your head slightly, taking off the headscarf and adjusting the sunglasses on your face. “Nothing. This is just—” you let out another breath, smiling despite yourself, “this is actually insane.”

“Yeah,” he said, softer now. “I know.”

There was a short pause, but it didn’t sit heavy. If anything, it felt lighter than anything that had happened so far, like something had shifted without either of you really noticing. The adrenaline from earlier hadn’t completely worn off, but it had softened into something lighter now, something almost ridiculous in hindsight, and it didn’t take long before that feeling slipped into something else entirely.

He reached his hand out slightly toward you without looking. “I need my sunglasses back.”

“Do you?” You turned your head toward him slowly.

“Yes.”

You adjusted them again, pushing them up your nose slightly, taking your time before answering. “I don’t know, man” you said casually. “I kind of like them.”

He let out a small breath that turned into a quiet laugh. “I’ll give them to you later.”

You gasped softly, sitting up a little straighter. “Oh, for real?” you said, suddenly overly serious. “Because my friends are never going to believe this. Like— ‘oh yeah, I have sunglasses from BTS Jungkook, given to me personally by Jungkook himself’— they’re going to think I’m lying.” He looked at you again, already shaking his head. “Can you autograph them too?” you added, completely exaggerated enthusiasm. “Please, please, please.”

He snorted, before sarcastically adding: “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“I’m serious,” you insisted. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Give me the sunglasses.”

You smiled slightly, dragging it out for another second before finally pulling them off your face and handing them to him. He took them back immediately, like he didn’t trust you not to change your mind, slipping them on without another word.

The car fell quiet again, but it wasn’t the same silence as before. It wasn’t tense or uncertain, it was easy now, like whatever awkwardness had been there earlier had burned off somewhere between the beach and the road. You shifted slightly in your seat, resting your elbow against the window.

“…So,” you said after a moment, glancing at him. “How long do I have to ride with you now?”

He didn’t look at you this time, just kept his eyes on the road. “Until the paparazzi leave the beach.”

You blinked. “That’s not very specific.”

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

You exhaled slowly. “Great. Love that.”

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, then tapped the wheel lightly, like he was thinking.

“Okay,” he said after a second, a little smirk growing in his face. “Come on. Let’s do something.”

You turned your head toward him. “Like what?”

Jungkook shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. Something that isn’t driving around and waiting.”

“That sounds vague.”

“It’s a starting point.”

You narrowed your eyes a little. “What do you even suggest?”

He glanced at you briefly before looking back at the road. “Well… what have you seen since you got here?”

“In Busan?”. You stared at him for a second, then let out a small breath. “I told you. Nothing.”

He frowned slightly. “Really nothing?”

“Nop, I was too busy following you around.”

The second the words left your mouth, you saw the exact moment it registered in his head. He blinked, a weird little smile growing in his face, like it was a compliment coming from you. “Really?.”

You turned your head slightly toward him, completely unfazed. “My sister,” you clarified. “She’s obsessed with you. So I’ve been dragged into that.”

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, something like confusion mixed with disbelief crossing his face. “Oh.”

You nodded once. “Yeah. She idolized you. She’s so obsessed with you. Me on the other hand couldn’t care less about you… or this city.”

He huffed quietly, still processing the fact that you weren’t into him despise having a fan army as your sister. Although the last comment got a reaction. He straightened slightly in his seat, shaking his head almost immediately. “Okay, hey—” You raised an eyebrow. “I know you don’t like me,” he continued, glancing at you again, “but don’t take it out on Busan.”

“I’m not taking anything out on Busan,” you said.

“You called it ‘alright.’”

“Because it is.”

He scoffed softly. “No, it’s not.”

“It is.”

“It’s one of the greatest cities in the world.”

You stared at him. “That’s a bold statement.”

“It’s a true statement.”

“According to who?”

“Me.”

“That’s not a reliable source.”

“It is when I’m right. I was born here.”

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Now that makes more sense. You’re very confident.”

“I have a reason to be.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

He glanced at you again, something more playful settling into his expression now. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll prove it.”

You frowned slightly. “Prove what?”

“That it’s not ‘alright.’ And that you should care about this city.”

You leaned back again, crossing your arms loosely. “How are you planning to do that?”

He shrugged, like it was obvious. “I’ll show you. I’ll be your tour guide.”

You stared at him for a second, genuinely caught off guard this time.

“I thought you needed to hide?”

“I do.”

“And this doesn’t go against that?”

He shook his head slightly. “I can do both.”

“This sounds like a terrible plan, Jungkook.”

Jungkook realized that was the second time you addressed him by his name. The first one was the night he slept on your floor, but you were already too sleepy to notice how much he enjoyed the way his name sounded in your mouth. He weirdly liked the way you said his name. Like you were starting to like him enough to address him by name.

“It’s a great plan.” You huffed softly, looking out the window for a second, considering it, even though you didn’t want to admit you were. He glanced at you again, a small, knowing look there now. “Hey, trust me. This will be the city of your dreams.”

“Okay,” you said after a moment, quieter now. “But you’re paying for everything.”

“Well, duh.” He nodded once, like that settled it completely.

“Great.” You shrugged. “Let’s see what Busan is about then.”

Jungkook smiled at you. Clearly excited to be the one to introduce someone his hometown.

He reached forward and turned on the radio, ready to set the mood with more enthusiasm. Music filled the car almost immediately. You didn’t react at first, just let it play in the background, your attention drifting, until you realized it was his song.

“Are you serious?” you slowly turned your head toward him.

“Come one. I know you know the words.” He turned the volume up, showing you that bunny smile before signing.

You laughed, music getting louder.

Baby, oh, please

세상이 우릴 갈라놓을 때 (Yeah, yeah)

Baby, oh, please (Oh, please)

한 걸음 더 다가설게 (더 다가설게)

For the first time ever you were belting a song of BTS… with no one else than Jeon Jungkook himself.

——————————

The city started unfolding around you properly after some minutes driving, not just streets and turns but actual places, names he pointed out casually like he knew you should know, like you were supposed to recognize them, and when you didn’t, he just shook his head like that proved his point, explaining the story and the importance of every little things Busan had to show you.

For someone who didn’t spent that much time there— even if he was born in that place— Jungkook was very proud and knew a lot of the town’s history.

“Okay, first stop,” he said, slowing down slightly before turning. “This one is very important.”

“You’ve said that about everything so far,” you replied, leaning your head against the window, watching the buildings shift around you.

“Well, it’s not my fault everything has been so important.”

“I think you’re biased because you were born here.”

“Well yes, but also you’ll see I’m right.”

You didn’t argue, just followed him out of the car when he parked, you watched him adjust the little hat you gave him you without thinking too much about it, his routine already starting to feel normal— hat, glasses, quick glance around, move. You rolled your eyes annoyed, no one was looking, but you decided not to look for another argument.

You even barely had time to ask where you were before he gestured forward.

“Gamcheon.”

You blinked, looking up. And then you took a second to look around. It was completely different from what you were imagining.

The houses weren’t just houses, they were stacked, layered, spilling down the hill in colors that didn’t feel real at first glance— blue, yellow, pink, green— like someone had painted the entire place just to show colours existed, narrow streets weaving between them, stairs going up and down in directions that didn’t make sense but somehow worked anyway.

“Okay,” you said slowly, taking a step forward without realizing. “This is not ‘alright.’”

“I know,” he said immediately, already watching your reaction instead of the view.

You turned your head toward him. “You’ve been holding out.”

“I told you.”

“You did not explain this.”

“I didn’t need to.”

You looked back at the view, squinting slightly like it might disappear if you stared too long. “This looks fake.”

“Because it’s beautiful?.”

“It looks like a movie set.”

“Better than that.” You huffed quietly, but you were already pulling your phone out before he stopped you halfway. “Wait, I’ll get you a better one.”

“What do you—”

You watched him run to a small open shop near the view where some tourist were buying stuff. He came back quickly with an instant camera. He didn’t even hesitate, already pulling it out of the package like he had been waiting or you to ask him for a picture.

“Stand there,” he said, pointing toward a spot with the houses behind you.

“Really?” you muttered, but you moved anyway, adjusting your stance slightly, trying not to look like you were posing even though you clearly were.

“Stop moving,” he added.

“I’m not moving.”

“You’re moving.”

“I’m adjusting to the camera.”

“Stop adjusting.”

You gave him a look. He took the picture anyway. The flash went off, and you blinked, already stepping closer to grab it from him.

“When I develop those it will take so long. I’m taking pictures with my phone too.”

“I’ll be worth,” he argued. “And when you see them you’ll be like— ‘Oh, I remember that. It was the best day of my life. Seeing Busan with Jungkook. Oh, now I miss him… Should I text him?”

You watched him with a dead face for an entire minute before grabbing the camera.

“Let’s go before you start getting weirder.”

“Let’s go? Babe, this is just getting started.”

Oh, no.

After that, the trip didn’t slow down. If anything, it sped up. Because once you left Gamcheon, he didn’t give you time to fully settle before dragging you into the next place, and then the next, and then the next… like he had decided he was going to prove his point in one day and wasn’t going to stop until you admitted it properly.

“Where are we now?” you asked at one point, slightly out of breath as you tried to keep up with him.

“Jagalchi,” he answered.

“That doesn’t help me.”

“It’s the biggest seafood market here.”

You stopped walking. “…Absolutely not.”

He turned back to you, confused. “What?”

“I’m not going into a seafood market.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to smell like fish for the rest of the day.”

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

He stared at you for a second, then sighed. “Five minutes.”

“Two.”

“Five.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

You narrowed your eyes. “…Fine. Four.”

He smiled slightly. “See? You’re learning.”

“I hate this.”

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

You did go in. And you complained the entire time. And he laughed the entire time.

And somehow you still ended up taking a picture there too, half-laughing, half-disgusted, pointing at something you refused to get closer to while he stood next to you like it was completely normal Jeon Jungkook was taking pictures of you in a fish market.

The beach came next.

A different one this time, wider, busier, but still open enough that you didn’t feel trapped in it, the kind of place that actually looked like the pictures people posted, with the skyline stretching behind it and the water catching the light in a way that made everything feel brighter.

“Haeundae,” he said.

You looked around, taking it in properly this time. “Okay,” you admitted slowly. “This one’s good too.”

“‘Good’?” he repeated.

“I’m upgrading slowly.”

“That’s annoying.”

“Don’t push me. I’m getting there.”

He shook his head, but he was smiling again, that same bunny one that kept showing up without warning.

You walked along the shore for a bit, not rushing, not really going anywhere specific, just… there, your shoes in your hands at some point without remembering when you took them off, the sand warm under your feet.

“This is where people come when they visit,” he said, snapping a picture of you and the se without you noticing.

“I can see why.”

“Finally!”

“Don’t get excited.”

“Too late.”

You bumped your shoulder lightly against his as you passed him, and he didn’t move away.

The day kept going like that.

Place after place, street after street, conversations overlapping with movement, with small jokes, with random comments that didn’t need answers, with moments that felt too normal for what it actually was. At some point you forgot you were technically hiding, forgot that this started because of paparazzi, forgot that you weren’t supposed to be here with him in the first place.

It just felt like a day. A really long, really full, slightly chaotic day.

At some point, you ended up sitting on a low wall with drinks in your hands, something cold, something sweet, something you didn’t ask for but still liked, and the camera came out again, this time without him asking.

“Give it,” you said, reaching for it.

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“I want one.”

He hesitated for half a second before handing it over. You held it up, pointing it at him.

“Don’t move.”

“I’m not moving.”

“You’re moving.”

“I’m not.”

“Stop talking.”

“You’re talking.” You rolled your eyes and took the picture anyway. The flash caught him mid-expression, not fully ready, you laughed knowing the picture would probably look bad when you developed it at “That’ll probably be a good one,” you said sarcastically.

“I didn’t approve it!”

“Okay, let me take another one,” you charged the camera again. “But smile like you’re having the best time of your life.”

He opened his mouth to say something, probably a sarcastic comment. But he didn’t. Because what you said wasn’t completely a lie. It wasn’t a bad day, it was actually a great one and he was enjoying it very much. Something he hadn’t done in a long time. So he smiled, wide and big. That cute big bunny smile that showed all his teeth and made his nose wrinkle.

And you smiled too, so contagious of his happiness before taking the picture.

Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t so bad after all.

By the time the light started changing, softening, shifting into something warmer and about to announce the start of the afternoon, you were both slower, not because you were tired in a bad way, but because there was nothing left to rush toward.

You stood somewhere overlooking the water again, the city behind you now instead of around you, the air cooler than before.

You exhaled softly, arms loosely crossed. “Okay,” you said after a moment.

He glanced at you. “Okay?”

You looked at him briefly, then back out. “It’s so much more than ‘alright.’”

There was a small pause where he just looked at you. Then he nodded once, like that had been the goal all along.

“I know.”

——————————

The road back felt almost depressing.

The car was quiet and peaceful, it felt earned after a day like that, windows slightly down, the air softer now as the day slipped toward the afternoon, both of you quieter but not in a heavy way, just peaceful, like everything had finally slowed down enough for you to actually sit in it. The city had faded behind you again, the roads opening up, leading back toward the beach, toward where all of this had started, and for a moment it almost felt like it was wrapping up neatly, like you could just drop it there and walk away like it hadn’t been completely insane.

You leaned your head back against the seat, letting out a long breath.

“Okay,” you said after a moment, almost to yourself. “I’m not gonna lie.”

He glanced at you briefly, one hand steady on the wheel. “That sounds serious.”

“It is.”

“You’re finally admitting I was right?”

“Don’t push it.”

He smiled slightly, looking back at the road. You looked out the window, watching the light hit the road in the distance again, softer now, warmer. “This was a really good day,” you admitted, quieter this time.

There was a small pause. “Yeah,” he said. “It was perfect.”

“It was a perfect day,” you admitted with a smile, like you were aware of how cliché it sounded but didn’t care enough to stop yourself.

And that was exactly when his posture shifted.

His hand tightened slightly on the wheel, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror again, longer this time. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered.

You frowned, sitting up slightly. “What?”

He didn’t answer right away, just tilted his head slightly so you could see past him. You turned and there it was. That damn van.

You stared at it for half a second. “No way. Okay, no, this is actually insane.”

He exhaled sharply, already adjusting his grip on the wheel. “We need to lose them.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

You leaned forward slightly, looking ahead, then back, then ahead again, your brain catching up quickly now, adrenaline hitting just as fast as before but sharper this time. You grabbed your phone to see google maps.

“Turn right,” you said suddenly.

“What?”

“Turn right.”

“There’s nothing there.”

“I know, that’s the point.”

He hesitated for half a second then did it.

The car turned sharply off the main road, tires hitting a rougher path immediately, the smooth drive from before disappearing into something uneven, dry, quieter, the kind of road that didn’t feel like it led anywhere important. Dust kicked up behind you. The van followed.

“They’re still there,” he said, glancing back.

“I see them. Okay… keep going.”

“I am going.”

“Faster.”

“I’m not trying to flip the car.”

“I’m not asking you to flip it, just— don’t drive like an old man.”

He shot you a look, but pressed harder on the accelerator anyway, the car picking up speed, the road narrowing, curving slightly, trees starting to replace open space, the air changing again. You twisted slightly in your seat, watching the van struggle behind you.

“Okay, okay— wait. Keep going straight. No, left, left, left—”

“You just said straight.”

“I changed my mind. This looks like a better way to lose them.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s working, just listen to me.” He turned anyway. The road got tighter, rougher and more isolated. And just like that the van wasn’t behind anymore. “They’re gone,” you said, turning back fully this time.

He checked the mirror again. No one was behind you anymore. He let out a breath, slowing the car slightly. You leaned back, exhaling just as deeply. Silence fell for a second, both of you letting the moment settle, the adrenaline fading slower this time.

“Okay. That was good,” he said after a moment.

“Yeah, I told you.” He huffed quietly, something almost impressed in it. You put the name of the beach to show you the road back but quickly the app told you there was an error, taking you out of the app and making you lose track of where were you. “Uhm… Okay, this is not working. Wait, I need to figure out how to get back—”

“You don’t know where we are?” he asked, confused. “But google maps—”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore...”

“Great. Good job.” He said sarcastically.

“I said I’d figure it out.”

He nodded slightly, glancing around as the road stretched ahead, less defined now, more dirt than anything else. You stared at your screen, frowning.

“Why does this not have signal?”

“Because we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’re not helpful.”

“Like you are?.”

You zoomed in, zoomed out, trying again to find the spot you two were. “Okay, I think if we go—” you paused. “Wait.”

“What?”

“I think we came from that side.”

“That’s not where we came from.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

“It’s definitely not, we came from there.” He pointed at the other direction.

“Can you just listen to me?” You let out a frustrated breath, already angry by his bratty behaviour as if minutes ago you weren’t trying to help him. “Just turn around.”

He rolled his eyes, already annoyed with your know-it-all behaviour. “Here?”

“Yes.”

“This doesn’t look like a place to turn around.”

“Just do it!” He sighed, but slowly started turning the wheel, the car shifting awkwardly on the uneven ground. “Careful,” you added.

“I am being careful.”

“You’re clearly not.”

“I’m literally going two kilometers per hour.”

“Well, you’re not the best driver.”

He shot you a look. “You want to drive?”

“I don’t have a license, idiot.”

“Yeah, I know why. You clearly don’t know how to drive or even use simple direction.”

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you weren’t so paranoid by those vans following you. I was just trying to help you.”

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of us getting caught together. Do you know what could happen?”

“Let me guess, dating scandal. Big deal, just say we’re not dating and it’s over. I clearly don’t wanna date you.”

He looked offended. “And you think I wanna date you?.” He scoffed. “And that’s not how it works. The rumours would never stop and I can’t have any scandals right now… I told you— you wouldn’t understand—”

“Of course, because I’m not a superstar—”

“That is not—”

The car jerked slightly before stopping abruptly. You both went quiet for a second.

“…Move,” you said, irritated, thinking he was stopping to just infuriate you.

“I am.”

The engine revved, the car didn’t.

“Why are we not moving?”

“I don’t know.”

You turned your head slowly. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean I’m pressing the gas and it’s not moving.”

You looked down slightly then out then back at him.

“We’re not moving.”

“I just said that.”

“Move the car!”

“I’m trying!”

The engine revved again and still nothing. You both went quiet for half a second longer than necessary.

“Jungkook,” you said slowly.

“Yeah.”

“I think we’re stuck.”

He exhaled sharply, looking around properly now. “Yeah. I think we are.” You pushed the door open slightly but he immediately stopped you. “Wait! Don’t move.”

“Why?”

“Because I think we’re sinking.”

“What?”

You looked down again, heart dropping slightly as he said: “This is not normal ground.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.”

The car shifted just slightly. But enough to show you it was slowly sinking with both of you inside. You two started panicking.

“Okay, okay, get out,” he said quickly.

“Through where?!”

“The window!. Don’t open the door…”

You didn’t argue this time, saving your phone in your back pocket and trying not to panic more. You both moved fast, climbing awkwardly, the space suddenly feeling too small, too tight, the car tilting just enough to make everything worse.

“This is your fault,” you muttered, trying to steady yourself as you step on the window.

“My fault?!”

“You drove us here!”

“You told me to turn!”

“I didn’t tell you to sink the car!”

“How was I supposed to know that this was sand?!” The car shifted again. “Okay, less talking, more moving!” he said, climbing up toward the top, pushing himself out first. You followed right behind him, struggling slightly, your foot slipping for half a second before catching again. “Faster,” he said, reaching down slightly.

“I am going fast!”

“You’re not going fast enough!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

He leaned further, grabbing your arm. “Just give me your hand!”

“I have it— wait, oh no, my bag—” You reached back quickly, grabbing it before it slipped further down.

“Leave it!”

“No!”

“Leave it!”

“I’m not leaving it!.” You yanked it up, throwing it out onto the ground ahead of you.

“Okay, give me your hand—”

“Wait, my feet—”

He pulled your wrist, trying to get you to move fast which made you slip. Both of you fell forward straight into the moving samd. You landed hard, the ground shifting under you in a way that made your stomach drop immediately.

“Fuck!. Move, move—” he said quickly, grabbing your arm again to get you out of that watery mess.

“I’m trying!”

The sand wasn’t solid. It gave under your weight, pulling slightly, just enough to make every step harder than it should’ve been. You both scrambled forward, awkward, uncoordinated, pulling yourselves out inch by inch until the ground finally felt stable again. You collapsed onto it for a second, breathing harder than you wanted to admit. You both turned when the sand made a loud noise.

The car was still there, slowly sinking.

“…Oh my God,” you breathed. Neither of you moved. You just watched. The front dipped first, then the rest following, slower than expected but inevitable, like there was nothing either of you could do about it now. “I’m dead. I’m so dead. Fucking shit, I’m so dead.”

“I—”

“Wait. Shit— My phone,” you said suddenly, patting your pocket. You froze. “No.” You pulled it out quickly. The screen flickered before it went completely black. “No, no, no. Come on,” you pressed the button again. Nothing. You stared at it like it betrayed you. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He checked his too, same result. “Yeah. Mine’s gone too.”

You let out a sharp breath, standing up abruptly. “You killed my grandma’s car!”

“I didn’t kill it, it sank.”

“You were driving it.”

“You told me where to go!”

“I didn’t tell you to drive into quicksand!”

“Well it was!”

You ran a hand through your hair, turning in a circle like that might somehow fix anything. “You’re paying for all of this,” you added, pointing at him.

“I’m already paying for it,” he shot back, gesturing vaguely at everything around you.

You gave him a hard look before turning around to walk away from him and back to the beach. You couldn’t believe he got you in a stupid position like that again. You shouldn’t have talked to him or even agreed to anything.

Jeon Jungkook was still the most annoying person you’ve ever met.

“Where are you going?” he called after you.

“To the beach!” you said, turning to look at him full of anger. “Where my sister is probably freaking out and now I have to explain everything to her!” He made a face before scratching the back of his head, a little conflicted. “What?!”

He pointed to the other direction. “I’m pretty sure is that way.”

You were going to kill him.

You felt the heat slowly creeping through your skin. Your jaw tightened and your fingers grabbed your bag a little harder. You didn’t say anything, just hit his shoulder with yours as you walked to the direction he pointed out. He didn’t say anything, following right behind you.

You couldn’t believe you were stuck with Jeon Jungkook… again.

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[arkive78]

One Piece Fic Recs that occupy my mind nonstop

After really getting into One Piece this past spring, I've been reading as much as tumblr and AO3 have offered me in terms of One Piece content. It's been hard to keep track of everything that I have read, however, certain stories/headcanons/posts linger in my mind and I thought I'd share them with you!

Minors DNI with fics marked as NSFW and for anyone, be sure to read the content warnings the authors have mentioned!

Hope y'all enjoy!

Updated: February 15, 2026

Killer

Childhood Crush by @analogwriting

does involve violent themes, please be sure to read content warnings for each chapter

Will You Let Me? by @fanaticsnail

NSFW, Pollen AU

Dreaming of You by @fanaticsnail

this also includes Heat and Kid

NSFW

The Break (Kid x reader x Killer) by @standfucker

Gore, graphic description of injury/pain/first aid, hurt/comfort, confessions, highly oblivious reader

Rotation (Heat, Kid, Killer, Wire x reader) by @standfucker

explicit NSFW content

Loving you is easy by @sheerxfiction

NSFW

Three Times Killer Tried to Confess and The One Time That He Did by @nina-ya

SFW

Acid, Salt, Fat, and Heat (w/ Kid) by @fanaticsnail

NSFW

Ace

SFW:

A world we are both in by @my-love-is-sunlight

Kiss by @my-love-is-sunlight

Patching Up Ace's Wounds by @nina-ya SFW

there are more of this prompt with different characters btw!

Help by @sanjisprincesswifey

Blinders On by @froggiewrites

Taking the hit for him by @grandline-fics

NSFW:

Open Flame by @willowbelle

Ace + back dimples by @tetzoro

Fated Reunions by @tetzoro

Coward by @mimi-ya

Need by @maddddstuff

Ass or Tits? by @cloudzoro

Follow Through by @froggiewrites

My Pretty Little Thief by @turtletaubwrites

Zoro

SFW:

Bloom by @tetzoro

brazen by @mydearlybeloathed

"we should get married" by @grandlinedreams

wake him up! by @sleepymarimo

He Loves Me by @clare-875

Got me losin' my cool by @bitchimasnake-sss

Insomnia: owner's instruction by @revasserium

NSFW:

The Right Direction by @willowbelle

with hearts aligned by @eelnoise

2 years overdue by @heyitsdoe

pumpkin by @cloudzoro

beg for me by @angel1010xx

Waterflow by @otkuhotgirl

Law

SFW:

touch-starved Law by @maroronoa

the death of me by @weneeya

too sweet for me by @my-love-is-sunlight

there are no conditions by @cozage

Hidden symptoms by @escenariosinfumables

Unspoken affections by @avocadorablepirate

NSFW:

Tethered Together by @tetzoro

Luffy

A secret by @missmugiwara

18+, suggestive

SFW:

you can talk to me, but you already know by @mydearlybeloathed

clueless by @grandline-fics

Bachata by @fanaticsnail

Mihawk

Sapsorrow by @fanaticsnail

has both SFW and NSFW so make sure to read the chapter warnings!

Creative Cures by @discordantwritings

NSFW

Shanks

SFW:

Remember Me by @fanaticsnail

Dancando Lambada by @fanaticsnail

NSFW:

Always return to you by @discordantwritings

Sanji

NSFW:

Citrus by @otkuhotgirl

Multiple characters

Hey Doc by @fanaticsnail

some NSFW themes depending on the drabble

so very very funny

The Kissing Booth by @fanaticsnail

Paulie, Luffy, Hongo, Smoker, Aokiji, Heat, Crocodile, Sanji, Shachi, Law, and Zoro (right now)

my favorite ones are: Luffy, Smoker, Heat, Shachi !

Competency, Stupidity, Duality by @fanaticsnail

kid, zoro, and killer

SFW

Post Injury by @standfucker

law, shanks, rosinate, blackbeard, mihawk

gore content warnings

Gremlin Reader by @standfucker

Straw Hats, Whitebeard Pirates, Heart Pirates, and Kid Pirates

literally the funniest fucking thing I've ever read

they hurt you while controlled by a devil fruit by @grandline-fics

zoro, law, shanks

angst, descriptions of injury, and hurt/comfort

Beauty scars by @cozage

law, kidd

borderline NSFW

Truth or Dare by @cozage

Ace, Shanks, Luffy, and Law

SFW + NSFW, the NSFW section is clearly marked by the author

Oblivious flirting by @cozage

Law, Luffy, Ace

SFW

A Plushie Substitute by @cozage

Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Ace, Law

SFW

Five things he says when he thinks you're asleep by @imasimpforshanks

Law, Ace, Shanks

SFW

the moment they knew you were the one by @imasimpforshanks

Luffy, Zoro, Ace, Sanji, Shanks, Law, Sabo

fluff

Falling in love with them by @imasimpforshanks

Ace, Law

SFW

OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings part 1 by @astelren

Ace, Luffy, Sabo, Zoro Sanji, Izou, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Law

fluff

there's a part 2!

Being scared to have sex with them by @strawhatsoraya

Zoro, Law, Kid, Ace

obviously NSFW

Calling them my love by @lehguru

Law, Sabo, Ace, Kid, Killer, Bartolomeo

SFW

Kid, Zoro, Law, & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex by @eustasskidagenda

NSFW

there are 2 other parts with different characters!

A celestial dragon wants their fem!s/o by @uramakimochi

Zoro, Sanji, Law

SFW

there's another part too!

Hand placement by @cloudzoro

Ace, Crocodile, Law, Mihawk, Nami, Reiju, Robin, Sanji, Tashigi, Zoro

NSFW

god the ones about the girls are SO GOOD

affectionate + strawhats by @lehguru

SFW

OP boys in a relationship by @moonydustx

SFW

growing old together by @usernameforaboredcat

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

SFW

sobbed

one piece boys rescuing you by @badgerbl00d

law, zoro

sfw

heartstopper by @sleepymarimo

luffy, sanji, zoro, law

sfw

party games they'd play as an excuse to kiss you by @imasimpforshanks

luffy, zoro, nami, ace, law, shanks

sfw

Op characters reacting to you kissing them and running away by @princeoftheeternalbog

luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin, usopp, ace, marco, izou, sabo

slightly suggestive, mdni

Number Games by @turtletaubwrites

multi-chapter story with Cross Guild x reader

very NSFW, read the tags very carefully

Random Flirting Headcanons by @feral-artistry

Shanks, Buggy, Sanji, Ace, Law, Zoro

SFW

Here's part 2 with more characters

Jealousy fueled kiss w/ “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” by @grandline-fics

Ace, zoro, law, kid, lucci

sfw

Thinkin about: the monster, trio, ace ‘n law! Vs breeding kink! by @bitchimasnake-sss

luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law

nsfw

Habits of touch by @clare-875

Zoro, sanji, luffy

sfw

Butterflies -- how they realize they have feelings for you (touch edition) with Luffy, Zoro, and Law by @radishaur

luffy, zoro, law

sfw

multiple versions! this one is just my favorite hehe

Miss Apothecary (Child!Apothecary vs The Roger Pirates) 16+ @gav-san

Cosmic Joke Masterlist by @gav-san ; this series is absolutely phenomenal, please go read but make sure to read all the content warnings!! My favorites were: Ace, Mihawk, Law and Sanji)

[onemorekoo]

The Devil Made Me Do It

Jeon Jungkook x Reader [FT. Kim Taehyung]

── .✦ Taehyung just wanted to make a good impression on his girlfriend’s son. Too bad the kid’s dad is literally the devil himself.

⊹ inspired by Little Evil [2017]

w.c : 11.1k

warnings: 18+ content, exes to lovers, sinister, supernatural and manipulative themes, strong language, mainly taes pov but switches to urs at the end, pet names, minimoni mention, wednesday is intense, a little bit of injury detail on wednesday but nothing too graphic, mentions of exorcism and religion, taehyung goes crazy and is alone, no litch i felt bad for him when writing :(, reader is in denial and unfair, bittersweet end, smut : just a makeout + grind sesh with tae, for jk we got kissing, use of his magical/physical abilities, so much dirty talk, spitting in mouth, hand on throat but not choking, tit play, breeding kink, mention of lactation kink, oral (both m and f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex, mating press, multiple orgasms, squirting, jk has a big + demonic dick, cumming inside, aftercare.

© 6OYWITHLUV — don’t copy or steal my works.

The October air had that bite that meant Halloween was close, crisp, smoky from neighbourhood fireplaces, and full of the kind of quiet that comes with small towns.

Taehyung stood on the front porch with the handle of a small suitcase in one hand and a paper grocery sack in the other. The crinkled thing was brimming with bribes: chocolate chip cookies for the kid, small pumpkins for decorating, and a half-dozen candles that promised to make homes smell like “Autumn Comfort.”

He told himself this week was going to be easy. Seven days to get the kid used to him staying around, seven days to show he could fit in without tripping over invisible boundaries left by the past.

You met him by the door, cheeks flushed from the cold and a smile that tried to convince the both of them that this was perfectly normal.

“Hey,” you said. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, and it was completely true. He’d never been the kind of man to scare off easily.

From the hallway came the rapid patter of small footsteps. Minjun appeared, pajama-clad and clutching a teddy bear that had definitely seen better days. He stopped just shy of Taehyung’s boots, blinking up at him with big, assessing eyes.

“Hi,” Taehyung tried, lowering the bag. “I brought cookies.”

The kid’s expression didn’t change, but he nodded once— formal, almost suspicious— before dashing back down the hall.

You sighed softly, facing Taehyung with an apologetic smile. “He’ll warm up. He just… takes time.”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung grinned. “We’ll figure it out.”

Inside, the house smelled like cinnamon and wax. Decorations were half hung paper ghosts in a corner of the living room, and a crooked ‘Happy Birthday’ banner waiting for the weekend above the electric fireplace. He set his bags near the couch and took in the details: two mugs on the counter, a third smaller one beside them; a family photo frame turned slightly towards the wall.

Before he could take a closer look, somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled. strange, for a clear night. The lights flickered once, then steadied.

You frowned. “The power’s been doing that all week.”

Taehyung forced a smile. “Old wiring?”

“Probably,” you replied, but your voice held an uncertain edge of someone who wasn’t entirely sure.

The boy peeked around the corner again, eyes gleaming in the dim light. For a half a second, Taehyung thought he saw a shadow stretch oddly behind him, like a trick of the lamp— too tall, too sharp. Then it was gone.

“Everything okay?” You asked him.

He blinked, laughing it off. “Yeah, just settling in.”

Outside, the wind rose, rattling the wind chimes hanging on the porch. Somewhere unseen, a low chuckle brushed through the air, quiet enough that neither of them could tell if they’d imagined it.

Monday

Taehyung woke up to the smell of pancakes and the faint sound of cartoons from the living room. For a moment, it almost felt normal— until he realised his phone said 6:13 a.m.

He padded down the hallway in borrowed sweatpants, hair sticking up, trying to look more awake than he felt. The house was half-lit by the pale orange of sunrise, and there were you, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand.

“Morning, baby,” you said over your shoulder. “You’re up early.”

“I smelt food.” Taehyung grins, leaning against the doorway.

You smiled, handing him a plate before nodding in the direction of the living room. “He’s in there,” you sighed. “Apparently Saturday morning cartoons wait for no one.”

The ‘he’ in question sat cross-legged in front of the television, body perfectly still except for his eyes which flicked from screen to screen. Taehyung noticed that every cartoon channel seemed to be playing the same black and white rerun about a family of ghosts.

He tried for a casual “Morning buddy.”

Minjun didn’t turn around. “Morning.”

“What’s this? No superhero shows today?”

“Dad likes this one.” The boy stated.

Taehyung hesitated, pancake halfway to his mouth. “Your… dad?”

The kid nodded slowly, eyes fixated on the screen. “He says it’s a classic.”

You poke your head in from the kitchen. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just discussing cartoons.” Taehyung hummed quickly.

He ate in silence for a while, trying not to read too much into it. Little kids mentioned their father all the time, this was normal. He’s not going to be the kind of guy that flinches at a name.

He went to rinse his plate, turning the hot water faucet handle up all the way yet the water stayed cold. He brushed it off, blaming it on faulty pipes or something.

The radio on the counter buzzed to life, though no one had touched it. A scratchy male voice slipped through the static, almost sing-song.

“Can’t wait for the party.”

The kitchen light flickered once then settled again.

Taehyung furrowed his brows, looking over to where you were sitting at the kitchen counter. “Did you—“

“Probably just the station,” you said, forcing a smile. “Old wiring, again.”

The boy giggled from the living room, as if he’d heard a joke no one else did.

-

By nine-thirty, Taehyung was wedged in traffic. One hand gripping the steering wheel, the other holding a travel mug that had gone cold ten minutes ago. He worked for a small landscape architecture firm on the edge of town— mostly schools, parks, and the occasional backyard renovation when business was slow. The job wasn’t glamorous by any means, but it paid well enough, and he liked the way a plan could come together on paper.

At the office, his co-workers were already half-checked-out for the week. The break room smelled like burnt coffee and artificial pumpkin spice.

“Big week, huh?” Hoseok said, leaning against the counter with a grin. “How’s the new family situation?”

Taehyung dropped his bag by the table. “So far, no one has bitten me so that’s progress.”

“You sound terrified.”

“I’m cautious.”

He didn’t mention the radio or the faucet, or even the way Minjun’s eyes seemed to follow him, too calm for a kid his age. That wasn’t something you brought up between spreadsheets and soiled samples.

By mid morning he was sketching out a playground design, pencil moving in careful lines. For a while, his work absorbed him. That is until the pencil snapped in half under his fingers.

He frowned, reaching for another one just as a cold draft settled on the back of his neck, even though the windows were sealed. On the paper, one of his neatly drawn tree shapes had smeared, the graphite resembling something closer to a grin than a canopy.

He stared, then blinked. When he looked again, it was just a smudge.

“Man, you look pale,” Hoseok winced as he stopped by. “You okay?”

“Didn’t sleep much.”

“Too many horror movies?”

“Something like that.”

When lunchtime rolled around, his phone buzzed with a text from you.

| I’m excited you’re coming home early. We have a surprise for you.

Taehyung smiled despite himself. “Good,” he thought. Maybe this is how you build bonds, through little surprises.

He switched off his phone and got back to work, ignoring the churning deep in his gut.

-

By the evening, the house looked like Autumn had exploded inside of it.

Orange streamers drooped from every doorway, half-finished craft projects were splayed out on the coffee table with a box of costume pieces open on the floor. Minjun sat in the middle of it all, sorting through vampire fangs and glow-in-the-dark spiders with solemn concentration.

Taehyung crouched beside him, holding up a small witch’s hat. “How about this for the top of the cake?”

Minjun blinked at him. “I’m not a witch.”

“Right,” Taehyung replied, still smiling, “What are you this year again?”

The boy’s eyes brightened. “It’s a surprise. You’ll see.”

You call out from the kitchen. “We’re doing the party on the thirtieth, remember? So people aren’t trick-or-treating on his real birthday.”

“Got it,” Taehyung said. “Day before Halloween. Big practice run.”

Minjun looked up from his pile of decorations. “It’s not practice. It’s a celebration.”

The seriousness in his tone made Taehyung pause. “Right. Celebration.”

He helped hand paper bats over the living room window. Every time he stepped onto the small stool, he could’ve sworn the bats had shifted closer together, almost as if they preferred each other’s company. Once, when he turned away to grab tape, one of the purple cutouts gave a faint flutter, as though a breeze had found it. All the windows were shut.

In the kitchen, you were testing frosting colours. “Do you think he’ll like orange or black icing better?”

“Both,” Taehyung said. “Half and Half.”

A spoon clattered behind them on the counter, even though no one had been near it. You frowned but shrugged, licking icing from your thumb, “Guess the house wants to help.”

Minjun giggled quietly.

Later into the night, the decorations were complete, and the three of them sat on the couch surrounded by bits of glitter and tissue paper. You leaned your head on Taehyung’s shoulder with a sigh, tired but smiling. The television murmured slowly in the background; some cheerful Halloween special about friendly skeletons.

Taehyung basked in the warmth of the moment, the normalcy, and let out a slow breath. Maybe the week would turn out fine after all.

-

When the house was finally dark, toys lay scattered around Minjun’s room: tiny action figures sprawled out in a crooked circle, the teddy bear in the middle like a tiny guardian. Moonlight stretched in thin stripes across the floorboards.

The stuffed bear’s stitched mouth twitched. A faint, smoky voice hummed through the quiet.

“Minjun.”

The boy stirred, eyes opening without surprise. “Hi, Dad.”

“You’ve been good,” the voice murmured from the toy. “Getting ready for your party?”

Minjun nodded in response to his father’s question. “Mommy says it’s on the day before halloween.”

“Perfect.” A pause, like a smile hiding in the words. “Let’s have a little fun, hm?”

The beady eyes of the bear glowed faintly red before fading back to black.

Outside, a gust of wind rattled the paper bats in the living room, and one slipped loose, spinning lazily to the floor.

Tuesday

Taehyung’s alarm clock screamed at 6:00 a.m. Literally, screamed.

A loop of garbled syllables sounded out of the tiny speaker, ominous and deep like a prayer said in the wrong way.

He flailed for the button and finally yanked the plug, causing silence.

He stared at it. “Great. Possessed electronics.” His sleep deprived mind quipped.

You were already dressed as he stepped down, hair twisted up and makeup smooth. Minjun sat at the dining table, swallowing spoon after spoon of crispy cereal. The domestic scene grounded him as he reached for his mug, pouring coffee, then blinking. The liquid came out thick and tar coloured, more like sludge than a warm brew.

“Uh… is this new?”

You turned, eyes widening for a half-second before masking it with a groan. “Minjun, please tell me you didn’t mix paint in the coffee pot again.”

The boy tilted his head innocently. “I didn’t do it.”

“Kids go through phrases,” You sighed, ruffling the kid’s hair as you passed him to grab your purse. “He’s just testing your limits, give him time.” You smiled, kissing Taehyung on the cheek before beckoning the little boy over and out the house.

Taehyung dumped the substance in the sink. The goo hissed as it poured down the drain. He didn’t dwell on it.

-

He was back at his desk by nine, the alarm and coffee already a weird memory in the back of his mind.

Jimin, his supervisor, plopped into the chair opposite him. “So… how’s the domestic life?” He grinned, chin propped up on his palm like he was ready to talk shit.

Taehyung gave a dry laugh, deciding to fuck it and hint at the strange shenanigans. “Alarm clock’s haunted and the coffee is cursed. Kid’s creative though, I gotta admit that.”

Jimin raised a brow. “That’s specific.”

“He’s six. Halloween’s this week, he’s got an imagination.”

“Is it an imagination, or a warning?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You’re talking nonsense, Jimin-ah.”

“You know, when I first got together with Joon, his daughter would leave her plastic toy knife beside my pillow each morning.”

“That’s…” Taehyung trails off, imagining the scene. “Mhm. The little gremlin had it out for me and still kind of does.”

Taehyung pursed his lips, Jimin’s words not making his paranoia better.

“Look, my point is you gotta assert dominance over kids to make them take you seriously.”

“Oh my god, Jimin…” Taehyung groaned, pretending to block his ears as Jimin carried on.

“What? I’m serious!” The blonde flicked at Taehyung’s forehead. “Act like you’re already his dad, the kid’s not gonna know any better.” He snickered before getting up and leaving Taehyung to his jumbled thoughts.

“Maybe, Jimin’s right.”

-

Far below the world of the living, if you squinted, possibly beneath the foundations of the town— light flickered like fire fighting against shadows.

Jungkook lounged in his chair, one ankle crossed over the other as a small monitor floated in front of him.

Through it was a peak into Minjun’s bedroom, the edges shimmering softly as he took in the toys neatly arranged and the forgotten LEGO project in the corner.

He leaned closer and one of the toy soldiers saluted.

“Hello, champ,” Jungkook said, voice smooth and low, more mischief than menace.

The sound travelled through the plastic figurine before echoing into Minjun’s room, as faint as a hum in the walls.

Minjun glanced up from colouring. “Hi, Dad.”

“New roomie survived the morning?”

Minjun grinned. “He startled at the clock.”

“Perfect. Remember, small things. We don’t want mom to get mad.”

The boy nodded firmly, “Practice run.”

Jungkook leaned back, smirk wicked on his lips. “Exactly. Practice before the big day.”

The monitor flickered, a delay in image which he groaned at before straightening as you appeared, perfecting the green frosting smeared onto chocolate cupcakes, a gentle glow gracing your face.

Jungkook’s eyes softened for a heartbeat, then he waved his hand and the picture dissolved into smoke, the monitor revealing his little man again.

“Let’s step it up, buddy.”

Wednesday

They said the town would be festive. They didn’t mention that it would be combustible.

Taehyung should have been feeling light, both you and him had taken the day off from work. He’d told Jimin he needed it for something important which prompted a wink out of the man like he knew exactly what that ‘something’ entailed. Bonding, boundaries, the slow but steady work of becoming a family.

The town square smelt like fried dough and candle wax; the mayor’s temporary stage glimmering with bright orange string lights and fake cobwebs. Kids dressed up in half finished costumes darted around, sugar high and full of life.

Minjun clinged to Taehyung’s hand like a tiny anchor, voice terribly certain as he whispered, “we’re going to win.”

“Win what?” Taehyung voiced his confusion casually.

Minjun smiled a smile that belonged to a kid who knew more than he let on. “The pumpkin contest.”

Rows of folding tables and plastic chairs were set up for the event. The rules were simple: carve, present, applaud. The whole town would be casting votes at the end. Prizes consisted of a cheap, plastic trophy, a toy store gift card. The little things that would be remembered for years.

First, it was absolutely charming. Minjun’s small hands moved with unnerving steadiness, cutting crisp lines and producing perfect triangles that dripped with pumpkin juice, almost as if it were crying.

Taehyung worked clumsily beside him, scooping pulp after thick pulp that never seemed to end, he laughed and kept going.

You snapped pictures on your phone, cheerfully oblivious.

You couldn’t even detect the change in the air unless you really paid attention which was not the case for the joyous crowd.

It started with the speakers set up neatly on the stage, the mayor's playlist— once jaunty and childish— forming into low, warped voices that vibrated against Taehyung’s ribs. The paper spiders hanging above everyone’s heads trembled in the still air, listening to a whisper only they could hear. Someone’s candles blew out, then burned with a sickly green tint that smelt like rotting flesh.

Pumpkins in the far right corner convulsed before promptly splitting across its belly and exploding, pulpy insides splattering onto people and the ground alike, sliding like a rubbery flood from the top of people’s heads, almost like their brains had turned orange and started seeping right out of their skulls.

People panicked. Children shrieked and scrambled back. A woman knocked over her lamp; it rolled right off the table and shattered, little flames bubbling up on the dirt ground. The sight drew small yells, and then the dry and brittle hay piles stacked by the stage caught a stray ember, sparking orange weaving through the straw before flaring up faster than Taehyung could think.

Smoke clouded the square with the speed of an eye blinking. It was hot, stinging as people flailed to get away and escape its grasp. Someone screamed that they couldn’t breathe.

The speakers fizzed and produced a hissing laugh sound before going dead.

Your voice broke through the chaos. “Get him! Get him now!”

Taehyung lunged for Minjun who kept staring at the dancing flames, as if they were speaking to him. Taehyung felt the heat across his forearms and smelt singe; a child opposite him was coughing, face wet with tears and pumpkin residue. An old man had collapsed next to the stage and twisted his ankle, another woman bore a shallow cut across her forehead from broken glass, blood bright and alarming on pale skin. A kid had slipped on wet pumpkin mush and hit his head, a hard cracking thud that made the air go still for a second.

He sees you shoving past the throes of horrified individuals, pushing against folding tables to get to them. Your eyes as wide as saucers and hands fast as they grabbed Minjun, pulling him into your arms. Taehyung saw the tilt from excitement to raw panic on your face as you looked up to check on him as well.

People hurried towards exits as they heard the first sirens, still far away but a sign of help. He was glad someone was in the right mind to call for aid.

He wanted to believe it was an electrical fault, an overloaded speaker, a junior volunteer with faulty wiring. He wanted to believe in circuits and dumb fucking pranks. He wanted to believe that all this could be explained with a call to the city and a list of expenses.

In the middle of that, Minjun nuzzled his face into your neck like a skittish, small animal. His voice, muffled, whispered, “Daddy says we won.”

“Shh,” you breathed, voice tight and eyes narrowed. “Shhh.”

When the ambulance lights splashed across terrified faces and a fire engine rolled in, the square looked smaller than before: burnt straw, a grey smear where the pumpkins had burst, glitter and confetti pathetically plastered to wet concrete. Multiple people were taken in, some of the injuries severe and lawsuit worthy.

Later into the evening, as the town liked tidy endings, officials would state that the cause was a catastrophic failure in the stage’s rented pyrotechnics and a combination of aged wiring and unsecured decorations. They’d call it an unfortunate series of events, an overload. The insurance forms would be signed. Someone would apologise in the local paper. It would be narrated into a story they could read and nod at then forget it altogether.

But Taehyung had seen the pumpkin split with a deliberate, obscene precision— way too quick to be classed as natural. The ember by the hay pile had brushed the exact spot that prompted the fire, not random, targeted. People scrambled and got hurt in ways that made Taehyung want to throw up, this was not a kind of ‘accident’ that only scared; it had the hint of intention clinging to the edges.

He wanted to see the evidence. He wanted to get to the bottom of the mechanics within the whole disaster, the stage, the burnt hay, the gruesome display of explosive pumpkins. He craved rational answers that stopped the churning in his gut and made sense.

-

Just after midnight, when you and Taehyung were fast asleep and bandages lay in a small neat pile on the coffee table, Jungkook sat underneath the town like a sentinel.

On his monitor screen, the square had gone dark and twitchy. Sirens, the flare of the fire engine. He replayed it back in a twisted loop, savouring the little beats: the exact second the pumpkin tore, the way the ember chased the hay, the scream of the speakers dying. He smiled, slow and satisfied before letting his lips fold into something softer.

The monitor now displayed the tiny figure of his son, laying in bed wide awake with his teddy clutched close. “That was fun.” Minjun’s tired voice mumbled.

“Good,” Jungkook murmured back. “You weren’t scared?”

He watches fondly as the little one shakes his head side to side enthusiastically, replying to Jungkook’s question with a small, whispered ‘no’.

“We were careful, you did great.” He watches as Minjun beams, hand squeezing at his plushie tighter.

Jungkook’s fingers tapped the arm of his chair. He had wanted Taehyung scared shitless, unsettled enough to stumble and leave. He didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt this seriously, he doesn’t make enemies of the town.

He berated himself for his loss of control, aiming to tone down the scares to within the home instead of in public.

Jungkook leaned back and watched as his boy’s eyes flickered shut, sleep overcoming his buzzing, joyful little body. For the first time since he’d started this, he felt a thin, pinprick of worry that Minjun was enjoying this a little too much.

Above, the town’s lights flickered off damp pavements. The week was far away from being over.

Thursday

Taehyung woke up to sunlight that felt wrong, too still, too heavy.

You were already up as usual, your voice floating from downstairs as you coaxed Minjun into eating his breakfast. God his stomach dropped at the thought of that kid.

Everything looked normal when he strolled in, half finished cereal bowls, an unzipped backpack, cartoons low on the television. Yet the air tasted metallic, like a tangy penny sat under his tongue.

He poured coffee, the pot fine this time. Then he glanced at the window and froze.

His reflection was smiling wide, even though his lips were set in a straight line.

He scrunched close his eyes, heart hammering, before glancing again— his blank, pale face staring back at him, still unnervingly different around the edges.

He shook his head. “Ignore it.” He muttered to himself.

-

The office was too bright. Every light seemed to buzz with a faint hum, meant for only his hearing. Hoseok took a seat on the edge of his desk, watching him sluggishly scroll through emails.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He winces.

“Yeah,” he slumped back into his chair. “Feels like I never left that nightmare carnival.”

“The accident’s all anyone’s talking about,” Hoseok quipped unhelpfully. “Five people in the hospital overnight. Crazy for a small town like this.”

Taehyung nodded, trying not to picture it again. The smell of burning hay seemed to cling to his clothes. The ghastly screams echoed in his mind. Fuck, yesterday was insane.

Halfway through a rough sketch, the corner of his laptop screen glitched, the reflection showcasing a shadow that wasn’t his— it was smaller, sharper. Wearing a grin that was too wide.

His head whipped to look back, finding the normalcy of empty cubicles and humming computers behind him, nothing out of place.

He shut his laptop. Pulse thudding in his throat.

At lunch he had to bring it up to Hoseok, explaining it carefully.

“Do you ever feel like, after something big happens, your brain just keeps taunting you with it? Like you see pieces everywhere you look?”

“Yeah, “ Hoseok replied gently. “It’s called stress, Tae. A trauma response. You’re fine, man. Go home, take a nap, hug your people.”

Taehyung swallowed before nodding slowly. When he looked down, his notebook had words scrawled in the margin that he didn’t remember writing.

Go home

Hug your people

He’s watching

He tore out the whole page, stuffing it in the bin and pretending like his hands weren’t shaking.

-

You looked excited when he arrived home, determined to erase the memory of yesterday's chaos.

You had pizza on the counter, music playing softly.

“Just us tonight,” you grinned. “No kid, no screens, no stress.”

Minjun had been picked up by his grandparents after school, a sleepover arranged to cheer both the little boy and his mother up.

His crayons had been left on the coffee table from the morning, Taehyung getting a glance at the picture he drew. His heart sank at what he saw.

Two stickman figures, clearly representing you and Minjun, were on one side— smiles big and hands locked. Taehyung’s stickman figure seemed to be on the other side, frowning and fucking bleeding from the eyes. The thing that made him even more frightened was the ominous, huge shadowy figure separating him from the other two, red circles shining like rubies as its eyes.

He angrily grabbed the picture, storming over to where you were humming under your breath, cutting pizza slices.

“What the actual fuck is this?” He demanded, mind a mess and voice deep.

He saw the frown form on your face as you took the piece of paper he shoved into your hands, your eye brows furrowed.

“Tae…” you sighed, crossing your arms as you assessed the drawing. “This is normal for kids his age, he’s adapting to this very big change.”

He’s in disbelief. Do you seriously not see the creature in the middle?

He watches as you place the drawing down before pulling him closer by the hoops of his belt. “I’m sorry he’s upsetting you, but you promised to give him time.” You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him.

He let out a breath, nose buried in your hair as he stared at the picture on the counter. “Yeah, time.”

When he went to the bathroom to freshen up, he found another message. This time written in the condensation on the mirror:

LEAVE

He wiped it away with his sleeve but the letters returned in the fog a moment later. Faint, but certain.

-

It was late into the night. The television drawled on with the third movie you had put on a few minutes ago and the coffee table was littered with half-finished snacks. Taehyung gulped down the last of the wine, tugging you closer as you cuddled into his side. This was nice. He felt relaxed and carefree after a long while, everything seemed normal too.

After a moment, he felt the warm press of your hand splaying across his thigh, fingers just inches away from his crotch. He twitched in interest, raising a brow at your little smirk.

He sighed and tilted his head back as you started to place small, open kisses along the sharp curve of his jaw. Leading to his ear and whispering. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”

Who was he to deny you?

You claimed his lips in a deep kiss, mouth opening sweetly for his tongue to dominate. His big hand cradled your jaw, angling your face while pulling you into his lap.

He groaned as your warm heat, barely covered by the thin cotton of your shorts, settled over his hardening cock. Enveloping his need in a pleasing embrace.

He longed to feel your velvet walls dragging around his dick, yearned to hear your tiny gasps and choked moans as he pounds into you. But he takes it slow, hands dragging over your body leisurely, and mind numb from the wine.

He cups your ass, grinding you down onto his shaft as you suckle on his tongue. Fuck he feels close already, boxers damp from his leaking tip and balls tight with the need to release.

He leans back to watch you shamelessly rub your needy, covered clit on him. Head thrown back in utter pleasure.

As he admires you, his body randomly feels itchy like crazy. It gets worse, like tiny spiders crawling over him, punishing him for touching you.

He powers through it, focusing on providing you pleasure and hoping you don’t notice his retreating hands. His heart is thudding against his ribcage, mind full of the tiny prickles that seem to be claiming each and every square of his body. His hands clench in discomfort as his face scrunches up, boner deflating immediately.

Suddenly, the feel of your warm cunt on him feels more like a fucking hot iron, prompting him to push you off his lap and hiss, cupping his crotch in agony.

“What the hell, Taehyung?!” You scoff, standing up and staring at him in confusion as he stares down at his hands, looking utterly defeated.

“Sorry, I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled, feeling like he was about to throw up.

“Well you could’ve just said so,” he watched you reply in annoyance before sighing. “You’re scaring me baby, what’s going on?”

He swallows, wracking his mind for a believable excuse since he can’t outright tell you he thinks your son is fucking demonic. He glances up, trying to form the boxy smile you fell in love with. “I’m fine, seriously. Just maybe still shaken up from yesterday.”

He sees your eyes roam over him, waiting for any falters or breakdowns but he remains firm. He watches you nod slowly, giving him a strained smile of your own. “Yeah I get that. Might as well go to bed now, hm?” You coax before turning away and leaving. He knows you're unhappy, confused and probably dissatisfied. But he also knows he’s not wanted here.

He nibbles on his lip, mind racing with thoughts. There’s obviously something wrong with Minjun, he isn’t a normal kid. But Taehyung doesn’t give up. He remembers Jimin’s words from a couple of days ago, brain forming a plan that he hopes stops this whole madness.

-

Jungkook’s jaw remains tight even after you leave Taehyung alone in the living room. He didn’t like the way that prick was touching and feeling you up like you were his.

His body hums in satisfaction at Taehyung’s crushed expression, feeling no remorse for taking a hit at his ego.

“Stay in your lane, Kim.”

He mutters into the silence surrounding him, not loud enough for Taehyung to hear but certain enough for him to feel.

Friday

Taehyung didn’t sleep. Every creak of the house sounded like a warning through the walls. By sunrise he decided that this wasn’t stress or a coincidence. There was something seriously wrong with the kid.

When he walked into the kitchen, Minjun was sat at the table, neat and still, drawing with his breakfast untouched.

“Morning, babe,” you said, dressed bright and seemingly over what happened last night. “Ready for work?”

He nodded absently, taking a seat next to Minjun and warily eyeing the picture he was creating.

The boy paid him no mind, but you caught onto his gaze, eyes narrowing and lips pursed.

After breakfast, Taehyung caught Minjun alone in the hallway before school.

He’d meant to sound firm, fatherly, but it came out more as a desperate plea.

“Whatever you’ve been doing,” he started. “The pranks, the notes, the whatever that was at the pumpkin contest, it stops— now.”

Minjun tilted his head. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You think it’s funny? Scaring me like that?”

“I didn’t do anything.” The boy repeated, slower, firmer.

Then, barely above a whisper he muttered. “You”ll make daddy mad if you keep saying things like that.”

You appeared before Taehyung could respond, keys in hand and oblivious to the tension. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung replied. “Everything’s fine.”

But it wasn’t. The boy’s expression lingered in his head all morning. Calm, certain, and a little pitying.

-

He couldn’t focus.

Every reflection in the office windows seemed to ripple when he looked away.

When Hoseok stopped by to ask about a report, Taehyung blurted, “Do you know any, uh, therapists who deal with kids? Like with serious behavioural stuff?”

“Behavioural?” Hoseok repeated, blinking. “You mean counselling?”

“Yeah, or like spiritual stuff, I dunno.”

Hoseok frowned. “Are you okay, Tae?”

He paused, lips pressed together and eyes glistening for a fraction before he sighed and looked away. “No, no I’m not okay.” He admitted, the knot in his throat slowly unraveling as he went on. “The kid he’s… he’s fucking diabolical and wants me gone, Hobi.”

“Woah, what are you saying?” Hoseok muttered, taking a seat next to the fidgety man.

“I think Minjun is either possessed or the devil incarnated and I need to fix it. I love (Y/N) and have tried to love her son but I can’t if he’s trying to make me insane.”

Hoseok leaned back, assessing Taehyung’s dark eye bags and tensed shoulders. “I think you should maybe see a therapist, Taehyung-ah.” Hoseok sighed, clearly torn between believing the childish claims and easing Taehyung’s mind or being real.

“I think the Wednesday thing took a toll on you a lot more than you realise.”

“No, no! You don’t understand Hobi, I’m losing my fucking mind.” He whispers, clutching at his hair.

“The kid needs help, fast.” He says firmly.

Hoseok eyes him worriedly. “Hey, how would (Y/N) feel about you claiming her son is the devil?” He tries to reason, reminding Taehyung of you.

Taehyung shakes his head, adamant and stubborn. “She would be thanking me, I’m basically doing her a favour.”

Hoseok furrows his brows.” I dunno man, maybe see someone.” He mutters before getting up and leaving.

Taehyung watches him go, feeling like he’s truly alone in all this.

He spends the rest of his time scrolling through forums after forums until he found someone who called themselves a specialist in spiritual disturbances.

A blurry photo showed a relatively young man, probably only a few years older than him. He wasn’t a priest, but not exactly a therapist either. The site was full of words like cleansing, presence, malintent.

Taehyung sent an email anyway.

-

You noticed the tension the moment he walked in.

“You’ve been off these past few days,” you started gently.

“You’re pale, you’re jumpy, and you’re looking at Minjun like he’s—“

“Like he’s possessed?” Taehyung’s eyes glinted, but you can tell the words came out sharper than he meant.

The silence after that was deafening.

You glanced at Minjun who was sat at the dining table, peering at the both of you. Your heart sank, there’s no way your little boy has been the cause of everything lately.

“I’m trying,” Taehyung said quietly. “I really am. There’s just something in this house that isn’t right.”

Your eyes hardened. “You’re just tired. That’s what’s wrong.”

You turn away, hoping the double meaning of your words knocked some sense into him. He may be tired of you, of your son, that’s why these excuses are forming.

-

He receives an email back late into the night.

Mr Kim,

I’ve seen cases like yours before. Do NOT directly confront the kid.

Meet me at this location to discuss further.

145 Fox Way.

— M.Y

Taehyung kept rereading the message, heart pounding.

It didn’t matter that this had been sent by a stranger on the internet, what mattered was that someone finally believed him.

He looked around the dark house, every shadow feeling heavy.

“Just one more day,” he whispered to himself. “One more day, then we fix this.”

Saturday

Taehyung was awake way before his alarm, where it was still dark outside. He threw on a random jacket and left you a note saying he’s out to buy breakfast for the birthday boy.

He drove through fog that swallowed streetlights before finally arriving at the location set. Fox Way teetered on the edge of town, littering half abandoned houses, the kind that still had mailboxes from the eighties. He parked outside number 145, a narrow brick house with no curtains and a single yellow light burning in the window.

The man that opened the looked more like a weary professor rather than a mystic, shaggy hair tied back in a loose bun, thick sweater, calm eyes.

“You’re Kim Taehyung? He asked, moving aside to let him in.

Taehyung nodded.

“I’m Min Yoongi.” The man replied. “You wrote to me about a child.”

Taehyung sat down and told him everything, from Monday to now, emphasising the vile events of Wednesday and the cruel messages left wherever he looked. Yoongi listened without interruption, hand placed under his chin.

Finally, he asked, “What’s the boy’s name?”

“Minjun. Jeon Minjun.”

For a moment, the clock seemed to stop ticking. Yoongi’s eyes lost focus and he licked his lips, almost nervously, before repeating quietly.

“Jeon?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Yoongi pushed back his chair, standing abruptly and gathering his papers. “I can’t help you.”

Taehyung blinked. “What do you mean you can’t help me, you literally told me to come here!”

“I’m telling you, I don’t want to be involved. The town doesn’t mess with that name.” He explains hurriedly, pulling Taehyung up from the couch.

Taehyung grabbed at his arm, desperately trying to stop the man from kicking him out. “Please, whatever you know, tell me. I can’t keep living like this.”

Yoongi studied him for a long minute before sighing, letting go of him and making his way to the cupboard in the corner of the room. He returned with a small glass vial held in his hand, the liquid inside swirled a faint, cloudy golden glow.

“Give him a drop of this,” Yoongi said. “If you’re lucky, it will quiet whatever’s latched onto him. You need him to take it himself. Force doesn’t work with this, understand?”

Taehyung nodded, the small bottle clutched like a lifeline in his grasp.

“What happens if it doesn’t work?”

Yoongi pats his shoulder. “You pray.”

-

He was halfway home with breakfast when you called, your voice a mixture of stress and excitement.

“Hi baby! Clown cancelled last minute. You need to find a replacement please, I’m busy and it’s Minjun’s big day!”

Taehyung cleared his throat, eyes trained on the vial still gripped in his hand. “Yeah, I’ll figure it out.”

He parked somewhere nearby to search for one, calling countless companies until finally one agreed to stop by in a few hours. He was cheap, local, and went by the name World Wide Funny Guy. He would have to do, and so Taehyung booked him for the early afternoon where he arrived just as the backyard began to fill with kids and balloons.

The yard was all laughter and sugar for the most part, neighbourhood kids running around, even Jimin with his step-daughter were invited.

Taehyung spent the first hour hovering near Minjun with a paper cup of juice mixed with a drop of the mysterious liquid Yoongi gave him. He would coax Minjun into taking a sip when the child got tired from running or playing but every time he got close, something interrupted. A child would run into him, a parent would want to have a chat. Once, the liquid vanished completely, like it had soaked into thin air.

Minjun didn’t even take the bait, always sporting an amused smile when Taehyung came near.

Then World Wide Funny Guy started his routine, juggling near the desserts table as Minjun watched, expressionless. When the clown made a balloon dog and handed it to him, the latex hissed and deflated in the boy’s grip, prompting an awkward, grating laugh out of the clown that made Taehyung wince.

Seconds later, the clown prepared to show off his juggling fire talent to the children. But the lighter he had with him, flared too high and his sleeve caught, angry flames travelling up his arm as he screamed in terror. Someone threw water, a parent stamped it out with a blanket, it was like Wednesday all over again. The man was mostly shaken, red mark on his arm, but the scene was enough to stun the party into silence.

Taehyung turned to reader, eyes wide as he whispered frantically. “He— he did that! I saw him!” He pointed at Minjun.

“Stop!” Your voice hit him like a slap, eyes glaring at him in disbelief. “You were careless enough to hire a clown from a random site and you’re blaming Minjun for it? Get your shit together, Taehyung.” You hissed, leading the children inside with promises of cake.

Everyone left Taehyung alone and shaking on the patio, the vial burning in his pocket like a reminder for his failure.

When the guests were gone and the sun had bled out into the trees, Taehyung tried one last time.

He sat beside Minjun, offering a glass of milk. “You did good today, buddy. You must be tired. Drink up?” He put on a strained smile, tilting the glass in the boy’s direction.

Minjun stared at the glass, then at him. “I’m not allowed to take things from strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger.” Taehyung grit out.

The boy tilted his head. “Then why do you keep trying to change me?”

The vial in Taehyung’s pocket cracked, thin lines webbing the glass and the liquid soaking through the fabric. He flinched, and when he looked up again, Minjun was already climbing the stairs.

-

Yoongi sat at his desk, watching the newsfeed highlighting a ‘birthday accident’ and rubbing at his temples.

“Should’ve never given him that.” He muttered lowly.

“Should’ve just told him to leave town.”

And far below, Jungkook smirks, monitor showing the faint image of his son.

“Tomorrow, birthday boy.” He whispered.

“Tomorrow I come home.”

Sunday

The house cracked with silence.

Taehyung sat at the dining table, staring into cold coffee. His hair was still damp from the shower he had taken hours ago to feel awake.

You hadn’t spoken a word to him since last night's disaster. He watched you move through the kitchen like a ghost, pointedly cheerful when helping the birthday boy fasten the red horns on his headband.

“Look at you,” she murmured fondly. “My little devil.”

“Fitting.” Taehyung thought.

The doorbell kept ringing, neighbourhood kids starting early. Your phone buzzed during last minute costume adjustments, expression souring as she glanced at the screen.

“Work,” you groaned. “They’re gonna need me for an hour or two.” You muttered blankly to Taehyung before crouching in front of Minjun. “Be good for Taehyung, okay? Just a few streets, then home.”

Minjun nodded solemnly. “Promise.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, he didn’t trust himself to be alone with the kid, but you had already grabbed your keys— the front door closing behind you with a final thud.

The night was orange and black, the sky smeared with thin clouds. Taehyung followed Minjun down the block, flashlight in hand. He warily watched the kid trot from porch to porch, horns glowing faintly under the dim streetlights.

For a while, it was almost normal.

Then, round the corner, Minjun stopped and turned. His voice quiet, perfectly even.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

Taehyung frowned. “Pretend what?”

“That you’re not scared of me.”

Taehyung’s throat went dry. “You’re a kid. I’m not scared of you.”

Minjun grinned. “You should be.”

The flashlight flickered out, streetlights following in suit. In the silence, Taehyung heard a second voice, low, eerily familiar, echoing from everywhere all at once.

“He warned you, didn’t he?”

Taehyung spun around. Nothing. Just dark yards, plastic skeletons, and the crinkle of dry leaves.

Minjun’s eyes gleamed. “That’s my dad.”

And before Taehyung could move, the ground under his feet seemed to open up.

-

By the time you pulled into the driveway, the night had gone still again. The porch light glowed like nothing had happened but the floor was littered with a few stray candy wrappers.

You entered the strangely quiet house, calling out, “Taehyung?”

Nothing.

You tried ringing him too, straight to voicemail both times.

A movement in the window made you freeze.

Outside, in the yard, Minjun stood by his sandbox, devil horns still glinting on his head. At his feet lay a full-sized shovel, streaked with dirt and way too heavy for any child to drag across the backyard alone.

Your stomach dropped and you ran out barefoot, the grass slick with dew.

“Minjun!” You gasped. “Where’s Taehyung?”

He pointed silently at the sandbox, a faint screaming noise now present as you stared at the mound.

Panic struck and you dropped to your knees, first digging frantically with your hands before grabbing the shovel until it hit cloth, then skin, then movement.

Taehyung burst upward with a hoarse shout, coughing and clawing for air. You hauled him out, shaking. “Oh my god, oh my god, Tae.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed with sand plastered to his face.

“I want a fucking break up,” he rasped, stumbling to his feet. “I’m done. I’m done with this family.”

“Wait— please…” you tried, guilt twisting your gut as he limped towards his car, repeatedly muttering, “You can’t fix this. You can’t fix him.”

The engine roared, tires grinding against gravel, and he was gone.

You turned back to the yard where Minjun hadn’t moved, the shovel gleaming at his side.

“That’s it!” You snapped, voice breaking. “Enough games, enough secrets. You don’t get to bury people alive!”

The boy tilted his head.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Minjun,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Where is he?”

A gust of cold air swept through the yard despite it being a still night. The shadows behind Minjun deepened, stretching tall and forming the shape of a man with familiar broad shoulders you hadn’t seen nor touched in years.

Your fists clenched, voice cracking in the dark.

“Jungkook! Stop fucking hiding and show yourself!”

The air trembled; the toys on the porch rattled. A voice, deep and amused, drifted from the darkness. Warm enough to make your skin crawl.

“Miss me, angel?”

You turned and there he was, tall and slim in the dim porch light, grin familiar enough to hurt. Minjun’s horns caught a faint glow and the boy broke into a run.

“Daddy!”

Jungkook knelt, catching him easily as his chest rumbled with laughter. “There’s my birthday boy. You did such a great job.”

He pulls out a small bow from his coat pocket and handed it over to the buzzing boy, the wrapping shimmering a dark red.

Your anger flared through the shock. “That’s enough. Inside, Minjun. Now.”

Minjun’s shoulders drooped low but he obeyed, clutching the token of his hard work as he trudged towards the stairs. When the door closed behind him, the yard felt too quiet.

Jungkook’s smile lingered. “You look so pretty when you’re mad.”

You folded your arms, ignoring the way his comment made you feel. “You can’t just show up after three years and start this again. You scared him. You scared me.”

He tilted his head, jaw tight. “I gave you space didn’t I?” He murmured, challenge glinting in his eyes. “I entertained your little break. Baby, you and I both know it was temporary.”

You pursed your lips, kicking yourself for thinking you could live a life without him.

“It was never a break for me, mamas.” He smirked. “It was a waiting game, watching you try and forget me,” he paused, voice appearing deeper. “But you can’t, can you?”

Your breath caught at the way he said it, low and certain. Stating a fact rather than asking a question. Jungkook took a step closer to you, boots shifting on grass.

“Can you?” He pressed, voice almost a growl. “You tried so hard, angel. New house, new life, new man… but every time you closed your eyes, I was still there.”

You laughed once, brittle. “You really think I sit around missing you?”

He smiled, all teeth. “I know you sit around trying not to.”

The porch lights flickered, casting his face in brief flashes that reminded you of what he was. Familiar, wrong, irresistible. Your voice came out thin. “You don’t get to just show up and pretend like we’re fine. You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“And yet,” Jungkook muttered, finally closing the distance between them, “you’re still listening to me.”

You hated how true it was. You hated how your pulse still thudded for him, loud enough to drown out the wind.

“Go home,” you tried. “Go back to whatever pit you crawled out from.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against your face. “You are my home.”

Something inside you twisted— anger, longing, and desire all tangled together. For a heartbeat, the world went utterly still.

-

The wind blew fast around you both, your heartbeat erratic. You wanted to look away, to keep your distance, but Jungkook always had that kind of gravity in his eyes, the kind that pulled and pulled to the point of resistance feeling useless.

“You’re still the same, you whispered, hating how your voice was shaking. “You never change.”

“Neither do you,” he replied softly. “That’s why we work.”

Your jaw clenched. “We don’t—“

He cut you off, hand warm while cupping your cheek. “Tell me to leave,” he murmured, finality in his words. “And I will.”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out.

His gaze dropped to your mouth and the silence stretched to the point of danger.

“I can’t,” you said finally, barely audible.

That was all it took.

He angled your face up, and before you could think, his mouth was claiming yours. The world tilted. Every thought, every year you’d spent trying to forget, dissolved under the weight of it.

His mouth was gentle and dominant all at once, familiarity creeping into your bones as you kissed him back.

His right hand kept hold of your jaw while the other trailed down to your hip, pulling you closer to his muscular form which made you moan into his mouth.

The sound had him going crazy, hardness pressed up against you as he let go of your face to click his fingers, the two of you now in your bedroom.

He broke the kiss to look around, eyes glinting as they settled upon Taehyung’s leftover clothes and things.

His head turned back to you, hand raising to wrap his fingers around your throat, not squeezing, just claiming.

He walks you back, and you step willingly. Eyes locked, his palm burning at the base of your neck. You sit down at the edge and he follows, knees either side of you, his muscular form towering.

“You really thought he could love you like I do? Touch you like I do?” He snickered, tone mocking and eyes mean.

You can’t answer him, the throb between your legs overtaking your mind and his smirk widens. He squeezes your cheeks together in his grasp, pouty lips opening for him. He groans before pursing his lips and letting a dribble of spit slowly descend down your throat.

He follows the clear string, mouth burning on yours as he slides his tongue in and makes you swallow around it. “That’s it… let me claim you from inside and out.” The warm liquid seems to burn as it slithers down your insides, meticulously branding you as his.

His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he hikes you up further on the bed, laying you down oh so gently in contrast to his domineering kiss.

His hands take their time trailing under your shirt, claws half out and scraping faint red lines onto your skin. He reaches just under your breasts, the hem of your t-shirt tucked under your chin.

“Fuck I missed these. Need to get them nice and full again,” you moan at his words. “Yeah? You want that? Wanna be bred by me again, angel?”

His dirty talk has you clenching, prompting a growl out of his chest as he drags his gaze down to your jeans.

“Shiiiit, I can feel the pathetic thrum of your tiny pussy.” He grins, hands finding their place on your breasts finally. He gropes and squeezes the fat, watching it spill out from between his fingers.

“Should fucking punish you for not letting me see you like this. Shoulda jus’ bent you over my knee and spanked your ass red in front of Kim.”

You whimper, the words coming out of his devilish mouth not having mercy on your tightening cunt.

You watch with hazy eyes as his mouth finally latches onto your right nipple, tongue working diligently over the areola. He suckles like he’s trying to get milk out of you, teeth ruthless on your hard nipples with his tongue following to soothe. The contrast has you writhing against him, sheets clenched in your fists and toes curling.

Jungkook lathers your tits in his spit, hickeys forming so that no square of your chest is left untouched. He leans back after a long moment, producing once last glob of spit to slide between the valley of your breasts.

Your chest is shiny and spit-soaked. You feel sticky and owned.

He places kisses down a line on your stomach, worshiping the flesh that carried his child for nine months. He outlines faint stretch marks with the tip of his tongue, fingers working in tandem to unzip your jeans.

Your eyes are on his as he pulls you pants down along with your underwear. You bask in the sharp intake of air he produces as your dewy pussy is revealed to him.

“So fucking pretty f’me,” he mutters, admiring you in a trance-like state.

Jungkook smooths down his thumbs along your slick folds before pulling them back and letting you bloom like a flower for him. You whimper at the way his eyes dilate, pitch black and promising.

“You don’t know how crazy I’ve been mamas. Don’t know how much I’ve suffered being away from you, away from this sweet cunt.”

With that he licks a long, fat stripe up your heat, tongue licking up the nectar pouring from your hole before circling at your clit firmly. You throw your head back in utter pleasure, mouth parted in a gasp and drool sliding out from the side of your lips.

Your fingers tangle through his onyx hair, tugging at the sweat laced strands as he continues slurping along your pussy.

He eats you out like a man starved— quite literally. He’s been restricted from what’s his for long enough and powers his anger through messy sucks at your hole and punishing nibbles on your bud.

You moan his name repeatedly, like a chant. It makes him harder, the sounds of your overwhelming pleasure like music to his ears.

He moves his head from side to side, tongue prodding at your hole before licking inside to feel the familiarity of your gummy walls. His cock weeps in his pants, swollen and full to the brim.

He envelops your clit into his mouth, sucking intently as two fingers work their way inside of you, immediately finding the sweet spot he’s so familiar with.

The noises echoing in the room are vulgar and downright pornographic. The squelch of your pussy is met with his deep grunts as he mouths at you, fingers pumping fast and slapping against your folds.

You feel the telltale prickles of your orgasm, the coil tightening in your lower belly to the point it hurts. Your cunt constricts around his fingers, clenching manically as you reach your bliss— until it is ripped away from you.

Your eyes snap open to see Jungkook’s calm, unapologetic stare. “Only good girls get to cum.”

You whine and he tuts, wagging a finger in your face condescendingly.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Bringing in random men, playing house with them,” he sighed, brushing away a strand of hair stuck to your face. “I want you to work for it. Earn your release.” He smirks before snapping his fingers once more to make you appear on your knees in front of where he sits at the edge of the bed.

You’re face to face with his angry, restrained bulge. “Get to it, angel.” He hums, patting your cheek.

And you do. Hands fumbling to quickly unbutton his pants and pull them down, his thick shaft springing up right before your lips. You marvel at his cock, remembering every vein, every ridge, the way it would fuck you dumb every night of the week.

God. Why did you stop yourself from this? From him?

You push back regretful thoughts to the back of your head, bigger things to be worrying about now.

Your eyes flicker to his as you slide your tongue over your palm and fingers, thighs rubbing against each other with the way his jaw clenches. You pump at his thickness, your fingers barely meeting around the base.

“You don’t get to fucking tease.” He grits out darkly, placing a hand on the back of your head but not pushing. It’s more like a reminder of who’s in control.

You nod once before finally blanketing the engorged tip of his cock with your mouth, tongue swirling around the fat head and dipping into the slit. His pre cum is intense in your mouth but irresistible, musky and bitter but your mind perceives it as the best dessert ever made.

You take him in deeper, throat constricting around his huge cock as you revel in his guttural groans.

“Shit. Fuck, mamas. Mouth so fuckin’ warm f’me.”

You moan around him, almost smirking at the moan it pulls from his throat as he feels the vibrations through his pulsing meat.

His hand is still very present at the back of your head but he’s letting you control the pace. You bob your head, sucking around him and trailing every protruding vein.

He sounds delirious, little ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ escaping him every time you go down. There’s fat tears rolling down your cheeks, your jaw accommodating the shaft to its limit, a shallow thud of pain gracing the edges.

You pleasure him with your mouth for a while, hands pumping what your mouth cannot reach. Your eyes are locked onto his dark ones that look a second away from just pulling you up and fucking you into the mattress.

His final straw is the way your teeth just shyly scrape against his length, the combination of the pain and shock making him fucking insane.

“Fuck, angel. I needa be inside you. Now.”

His tone leaves no room for disagreement, not that you had any in the first place. He pulls you up and manhandles you on your back, pulling off his shirt and kicking away his pants.

He crawls between your spread thighs like a predator, your throbbing pussy being his prey. He moves his hips closer and pumps his shaft before sliding the tip between your swollen folds.

“Tell me how much you wan’ it, baby.” His voice commands, hand firm on your hip as the other uses his cock to circle your clit.

“Please— please, Jungkook. Been waiting for you for so long.” You cry out, salty tears dribbling from your wet lash line and down your cheek. He leans forward to lick it up on your right cheek, biting at the flesh softly.

“Yeah? You gon’ finally let me back in? Gonna admit you’re my girl?”

You nod desperately, hips bucking to try and catch the tip of his cock. He smirks cockily before leading the head of his dick down and circling your hole.

You whine, back arching and hands trailing up his abs to hold onto his strong shoulders.

He licks his lips before inching into you, spreading your legs further as he watches your pussy swallow him greedily. “Fuck.” he curses, bottoming out and letting you adjust.

You whimper at the feeling of being full, rolling your hips with pleas pouring out of your mouth. “Koo— please move, please I can’t take it anymore!” You cry out sweetly and he coos, enveloping your mouth in a soft kiss as his hips start to grind slowly before pistoning into you roughly.

“Fuck, take it. Take all of me.”

He pounds into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass cheeks as his pelvis grinds against your clit. You feel the way he stretches your walls, cock curving and abusing the sweet spot hidden inside of you, just shy from ramming into your cervix. Your mouth is stilled in a silent gasp, breath choked as you feel pure, unadulterated bliss overtaking your every sense.

He seems to be lost in the way your gummy, hot insides wrap around his cock like a vice, grunts animalistic in your ear and thrusts unrelenting as he drives his dick into you.

You feel your denied orgasm from earlier pricking up again, your stomach tensing and back arching as he rearranges your guts. You cum with a loud, high pitched moan— vaginal canal tight around him, making him still and grit his teeth to hold back his own release.

He allows you to come down from your high, heavy breathing and thoroughly fucked out. His eyes roam in appreciation over your sweaty form, eyeing the pool of your own cum forming under your ass.

He growls, hands taking place on the underside of your knees to fold you into a mating press which slides his cock deeper into you with an obscene squelch.

Fuck you can feel him everywhere. Every crevice of your cunt is stretched to make room for his length.

He starts to fuck into you again, hips fast and tight as he chases his own building release. You moan repeatedly, body sliding up the bed with every harsh thrust.

You feel another wave of your orgasm crash over you, although much more intense and mind numbing.

He groans manically, fucking you through the spurts of squirt that your pussy is producing, watery liquid splashing onto his abs and further dampening the bed underneath you both.

Your cunt spasms around him, getting sore and sensitive by the second. You whine a little in discomfort but he kisses you to distract it, hips pounding into you without abandon as he’s so close.

Soon enough, his cock forms the familiar feeling of his knot inside of you, pushing your spent pussy to its limits— but he knows you can take it. He tries to thrust his knotted cock inside you but can only grind a little, the swollen sack begging for release. After a moment, you feel hot splashes of his cum painting your insides white in long spurts, his hips twitching as he moans lowly into your neck.

It takes a while for his knot to deflate, ropes and ropes of cum filling you and spilling out at the edges. When he’s in the clear, he pulls out gently, offering you a sympathetic smile when you wince.

A clatter on the nightstand reveals the bow of warm water and a clean cloth he had conjured. Jungkook cleaned you up lovingly, swiping across your used pussy with care even after all these years.

Afterwards, when you’re both clean and the sheets have been changed quickly with the help of Jungkook's magic, the two of you lay close— cuddled up together and warm.

You lick your lips before starting, “Kook, I’m sorry for trying to replace you.”

The soothing hand rubbing circles on your hip pauses, a sigh sounding out from his lips. “I’s alright, sweetheart. I was overbearing, but I want to be better. For you and Minjun.”

You nod in understanding and claim his lips in a soft kiss, the streets quiet now as the thrill of Halloween has ended.

Your family may not be perfect, but it’s worth fighting for.

The Next Morning

The house was still when the knock came.

You froze halfway down the stairs, the sound sharp against the quiet morning. Before you could reach the door, Jungkook was already there. Coffee mug in hand and moving like he’d always belonged in the space— which he had.

He pulled the door open.

Taehyung stood on the front porch, dark circles under his eyes, and empty hands nervously wrangled together. He blinked at the sight of Jungkook.

“Oh,” he said flatly. “You’re—”

Jungkook smiled, polite and almost unnervingly calm. “The ex.”

Taehyung swallowed. “Right.”

The pause felt longer than it was before Jungkook patted at Taehyung’s shoulder, eyes steady. “No hard feelings, yeah?”

It was more so a warning rather than a question, once that made Taehyung nod too fast. “Yeah. Sure.”

Jungkook hid a grin at his shaken form. “Good man. Your things are inside.”

He turned and walked back to the kitchen, leaving Taehyung standing awkwardly in the doorway until you appeared, arms crossed but eyes guilty.

“Hey,” you started softly.

“Hey,” Taehyung echoed. “I’m just here to grab my stuff.”

You nodded, stepping aside. “It’s all in the guest room.”

He warily made his way inside and upstairs to the guest room, dragging the suitcase that seemed to weigh light in his grip. He frowned, wondering if his stuff was even in here.

Before he could check, a small voice piped up from the other end of the hallway. “It’ll be easier for you to carry it down like that.” Minjun quipped, the reason behind the lighter feeling suitcase.

Taehyung stilled, turning around to face the little boy. “You’re helping me?”

Minjun nodded, smiling brightly. “You’ve been a good sport.”

The sight of his genuine smile aimed at Taehyung made his heart stutter, feeling like the boy didn’t exactly hate him.

He mirrored the nod, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile too before he made his way down with his stuff and out to meet you by the porch again. Not before giving Jungkook one last glance though.

He stood before you, silence stretching uncomfortably.

“You’re… back with him?” Taehyung asks finally.

You hesitated, then exhaled. “Yeah… something like that.”

He looked at you for a long time, the weight of everything unspoken sitting between them. Then, he nodded.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will.” You replied.

He gave you one last look, a mix of pity and longing, before descending down the stairs and into his car. The car door slammed, the engine started, and soon he faded down the street.

Behind you, Jungkook’s voice drifted lazily from the kitchen.

“Told you he wasn’t your type.”

You closed your eyes, half a sigh, half a reluctant laugh. “Don’t start.”

Jungkook just smiled, reaching for the plates in the cupboard. “Who me? I’m just making breakfast for my family.”

Minjun came barrelling down the stairs, bright, unbothered, content.

And for the first time in a long while, the house felt full again.

[inthelow]

SUGAR TALKING — kim taehyung.

pairing: fem! reader x kim taehyung.

summary: When you and your boyfriend breakup, Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to try get a date with you. In his bed, of course. But all his sugar-talking doesn’t seem to really work… until one blurry party night where you two end up together in a dirty bathroom.

genre/warning: porn with a lil plot. pure smut. / cursing, dirty talk (a lot), a little degradation, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum eating (dirty as hell), creampie, overstimulation, lowkey yandere wth — i went all in i’m so sorry (im not)

author’s note: probably my nastiest writing ever. so get ur panties ready hoes

word count: +8k words

Taehyung noticed you before even finishing his first drink.

It wasn’t dramatic, no slow motion, no music cutting out, but it still hit him low in the stomach, sharp and inconvenient. You were in the middle of the living room, moving like you belong there, like the crowd bent around you without you trying. Your hair was sticking to your neck from the heat, your smile careless, loose, the kind that said you were not thinking too hard about anything.

Definitely not about him, especially.

Taehyung told himself he was just surprised. He’d heard, obviously. Everyone had. You and your boyfriend were done. A clean break, no details, just enough information to make it real. Still, seeing you there, dancing like nothing had cracked open in your life… it did something ugly to his thoughts. Something eager.

He was watching you for too long. He knew he did, knew it was wrong in about six different ways— same friend group, bad timing, worse intentions. You’ve never given him the time of day. Not really. Polite smiles, quick hellos, conversations that died before they even warmed up— it was never meant to work. He’d flirted before, light, joking, half-serious… and you’d always slid right past it, like you didn’t even notice or care.

Which was almost worse than rejection.

But Taehyung kept finding you anyway. In every room, every corner. His eyes tracked you without permission. You laughed with someone else and he wondered who got to hear that laugh up close now. You swayed to the music and he thought about how your ex must’ve had it easy, must’ve taken things for granted. He hated that thought, hated how personal it felt.

He hated how you wouldn’t look at his way. Hated how he knew that night it would be the same as always, you wouldn’t care about him and his poor attempts of flirting.

That’s why Taehyung hated how all night you didn’t look at him, not even once.

Same old story.

By the time the night blurred at the edges— too loud, too warm, too many bodies pressed together— he was convincing himself of two things: that whatever he was thinking was a terrible idea, and that he was already in too deep to stop thinking about it.

Ten minutes too many he found you again.

When he found you again, you were dancing with a man he didn’t recognize. Tall, broad shoulders, hands moving just a little too close to your ass. The music was loud enough to rattled the windows, bass heavy, filthy, and you moved like you knew exactly what you were doing. Not trying to impress, not trying at all.

That was what made it unbearable for him.

You rolled your shoulders, laugh when the guy leaned in to say something stupid in your ear. Your body followed the beat effortlessly, like it belonged there, like it had been waiting all night to be seen. Taehyung felt something hot and sharp crawl up his spine, watching the man’s hands, watching where they didn’t touch. He wondered if you’d let him do better, wondered if you’d notice the difference.

He knew he could be better, so much better.

Stronger grip, slower movements, he wouldn’t rush it like that idiot was clearly trying to. He wouldn’t crowd you, wouldn’t beg for attention with cheap lines and beer-breath confidence. He’d make you look at him. Make you lose control and make you choose. He would make you want it, crave it, he would build it for you, make you beg for it.

The thought turned dark fast. He imagined your back against the wall instead of the dancefloor. Imagined the way your smile would change if it was meant just for him, smaller, sharper, dangerous. He hated how badly he wanted it. Hated that he had wanted it for a long time, even when you barely spared him a glance.

Especially then.

Taehyung teared his eyes away before getting worse, retreating to the kitchen with the rest of the group, forcing himself into conversation he didn’t want to hear. Forced to get you out of his mind and socialize. He hated it. But he had to.

And some minutes later he thought he was doing better. Someone gave him a drink, a girl he vaguely recognized. She was cute, loud, she was leaning too close. She laughed at something he didn’t say. She touched his arm. He wasn’t feeling it, and he hated it.

His attention kept snapping back to the living room, to the way you move, the way that man kept trying to keep up with you and failing. Taehyung told himself it shouldn’t matter, he told himself you were freshly broken up, off-limits, bad timing wrapped in a bad idea, bad decision. If you hadn’t chose him before you were definitely not going to choose him now. He had been trying to convinced himself for years about it, after you had been introduced to the group, after you choose to date one of his closest friends, after you choose another man that wasn’t him.

And lately he had been trying, he had been doing better. Trying not to flirt with you, trying to stay away from you, barely seeing you, specially when you were with your boyfriend. The last four months he had decided to just get over it. There was a thousand more girls around he could sleep with, he didn’t need to obsess over someone who didn’t want him and who was dating one of his friends.

But, of course, you had broken up.

And he found you in this party.

And he was losing his mind.

You appeared in the kitchen, like you felt him thinking about you. You slipped into the room with a grin that looked like trouble, eyes bright, a little flushed, hair messy from dancing. You scanned the room once, then lifted your voice just enough to cut through the noise.

“Who wants to take shots with me?”

There was a pause, a collective hesitation.

Taehyung had his answer before he could even think about it. “I do.”

It came out solid, certain.

But it didn’t surprise him. Because he had never doubt for a second of doing anything related to you.

You looked at him then. And something flickered in your expression. Surprise, maybe… or interest. Or maybe you were just drunk enough to make reckless decisions.

“Okay,” you said, like you’ve already decided. “Let’s go.”

The girl at his side opened her mouth, clearly expecting an invitation. She didn’t get one.

Taehyung didn’t even look back as he followed you through the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, close enough that he could smell your perfume and could feel the heat of your body. Warm, sweet, dangerous.

The improvised counter— which some friends had paid for the cheap bartender to have any drink they wanted— next to the stairs was sticky and loud and packed, but somehow it felt like the two of you carved out your own space.

You leaned over the counter. “Four shots of tequila.”

“Two,” Taehyung corrected, low and calm.

You glanced at him. “Scared?”

He smirked. “Don’t get crazy. We have all night.”

That earned him a laugh, short and sharp. You liked that kind of exchange, he could tell.

The bartender slid the glasses over. You grabbed yours immediately, clinking it against his.

“To having all night,” you said.

Taehyung held your gaze. “To take our time.”

You took the shot without breaking eye contact. It burned but you didn’t flinch.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, then glanced at him sideways. “So, how’ve you been?.”

“Good,” he answered. Not really interested in making small talk. “I heard about your breakup.”

“Um,” You hummed, already looking past it. “Everyone did.”

“That’s it?”

“What do you want me to say?” you replied lightly. “It ended. Now I’m here dancing.”

There was something deliberate in the way you dismissed it, like you refused to give it weight. Taehyung respected that, and he wanted to push anyway. But he didn’t, not yet. He asked for more tequila.

“Now you’re taking shots.”

You tiltled your head, studying him now. “Who was that girl you were with?”

He blinked. “What girl?”

“The one desperately touching your arm like it might save her life.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “No idea.”

“Liar. And rude for not inviting her to take shots with us.” You shook your head. “She looked mad.”

“Honestly,” he said, voice dropping, “I wasn’t paying attention.” For the first time, your eyes lingered on him a second longer than necessary. Taehyung tried not to look so impressed. “And the guy you were dancing with?” he asked casually. “Your date? He seemed… eager.”

You smiled, slow and unimpressed. “He was fine.” You didn’t confirm if he was your date which he knew it was on purpose to leave him guessing.

“Fine,” Taehyung repeated. Then, provokingly said: “Not good?”

You leaned closer, elbows on the counter, invading his space on purpose now. “Why? You’re going to tell Jungkook?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Should I?”

Your lips twitched. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“If I end up fucking him tonight.”

The air between you tightened. The music faded into background noise. Taehyung didn’t like the way you would do anything to get Jungkook’s attention, your ex boyfriend. He leaned in just enough that only you could hear him.

“Why don’t you find someone who can do a better job?”

“You don’t know—”

“He looked pathetic.”

Your eyes narrowed. Your lips moved to his ear, you were playing something he hadn’t see in you before. Not with him. “And who could a better job?.”

Taehyung was aware you knew what he would answer. You were daring him, provoking him. And he was never one to back down.

“I know I could.”

Your smile sharpened, in a mean, interested way. “Big words,” you said. “From someone I’ve barely noticed.”

“That is your mistake,” he replied.

You laughed again, but this time it was quieter. A little out of it.

You grabbed the second shots and slid it toward him. “Careful,” you murmured. “I’m drinking too much and you’re starting to look like your best friend who dumped me.”

He picked up the glass, ignoring your mean words. “You asked for shots.”

You clinked glasses again. When you purred down, neither of you looked away.

The shots kept coming.

You ordered them like it was muscle memory, like the night wasn’t already tilting slightly off its axis. Taehyung didn’t stop you. If anything, he encouraged it, slid the glasses closer, nudged your elbow with his, leaned in so his voice landed warm against your ear.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured after two more shots, smiling like it was a compliment.

“You say that like it’s new information,” you replied, already lifting the glass.

The tequila burned less this time. Or maybe you were just numb to it. You laughed when it hit, head tipping back slightly, throat exposed for half a second too long.

Taehyung’s eyes track the movement without shame. And he thought how his hand would look around it, how he would squeeze it enough to make you let out a sweet noise for him. His eyes narrowed, he licked his lips, watching your lower lip get wet with alcohol. He wanted to licked you clean, taste your mouth. He could just leaned in and kiss you, devour you. It could be so simple if he just…

“You always look like this when you drink?” he asked.

“Like what?”

“Like someone I want to ruin.”

You snorted, not really feeling it. “You’re embarrassing.”

“I’m honest,” he corrected.

His hand brushed your lower back, not lingering, not innocent either. Just enough to make a point. He wanted you, badly. You didn’t move away, and that alone felt like permission.

Then you tilted your head, eyes sharp despite the alcohol. “You remember I just broke up with one of your best friends, right?”

There it was.

The line in the sand.

Taehyung didn’t even pretend to think about it. He smiled, slow and unapologetic.

“When has that ever stopped me?”

The words settled between you two, heavy and wrong and charged.

He knew exactly what he was in that moment. A bad friend, a worse idea. The kind of man people warn you about after the fact. He should feel guilt clawing at his chest, loyalty screaming louder than want. Instead, all he felt was hunger. It was stupid how badly he wanted you. Embarrassing, really. Like a craving that had been denied for so long it had turned feral. He wanted you quietly, patiently, from a distance, he had watched you choose someone else, watched his friend fumbled you like he didn’t know what he had.

If he were smarter, he’d have known.

Taehyung knew, he knew the moment Jungkook left you out of his claws for a second any man would try to have his hands on you— including him. And the worst thing was, Taehyung knew something so sad. He knew his best friend was probably in bed now, thinking about you, about how to get you back, about how bad he got it for screwing things with you. Taehyung didn’t need to heart it, didn’t need to know. If he did maybe a tiny drop of guilt could have formed in his stomach. But he preferred to play blind. If his friend never told him he missed you, how he screwed up… then Taehyung couldn’t feel guilty about wanting to have you.

And he knew he could do better. He knew Jungkook could brag about you, about how good he was at everything. In sports, in music, in dancing… in touching you. In making you feel good. Taehyung hated that thought, he didn’t like it at all. Because if he knew one thing about you, is that he could make you feel better than anyone. He knew he’d worship you in all the ways his friend never thought of.

The thought made something dark and possessive curled in his stomach.

And you just laughed, not nervous, not impressed. Just amused.

“You’re evil, Taehyung.” You said, shaking your head. “Truly.”

And the way you said his name. God, the world was just being so unfair to him.

“Maybe,” he replied softly, “but you haven’t left yet.”

You didn’t argue.

More shots came. The party grew louder, messier, bodies packed tight, sweat and bass and spilled alcohol everywhere. Taehyung felt untouchable, dangerous, like the world had narrowed down to the curve of your mouth and the way you kept leaning into him without realizing it.

Eventually, you sighed and push off the bar. “I need the bathroom.”

“I’ll wait.”

He watched you walk away. Every step. The sway of your hips, the confidence in your body, the way heads turned as you passed. His thoughts spiralled fast and ugly. He imagined you alone in the mirror, fixing your lipstick, steadying yourself. He imagined himself going behind you and pushing that little skirt you were wearing to your waist, his fingers touching you in your sweetest places, the places you liked. He imagined the way your lips would part and the noises you would make…

His train of dirty thoughts stopped.

The man who you were dancing early passed by his side, walking to the bathroom you entered. Taehyung watched him hesitate for half a second before opening the door and close it behind him.

Something snapped in him, something deep and violent.

And he was moving before logic caught up.

The bathroom door swung open and the scene was almost painfully normal. You were at the sink, leaning forward slightly, fixing your hair. The man stood too close, saying something in your ear you clearly didn’t care about. But he had his hands on your waist, and Taehyung didn’t like that at all.

Who the fuck did he think he was to touch you like that?

Taehyung grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back out into the hall without ceremony. “Get out.”

“What the—”

“Bye.”

The door slammed shut in his face, Taehyung locked the door before turning to you.

You whirled around. “What the hell are you doing?”

Your voice echoed off the tiles, sharp and incredulous. You didn’t look scared or furious, but slightly annoyed at him for the scene. Your eyes narrowed, you were drunk. And so was he.

Taehyung breathed hard, chest rising and falling. “You really wanna fuck that?”

Your eyes flashed. “And if I did? That’s not your problem.”

The words hit him like a slap. He stepped closer. “You can do better.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I already have,” he shrugged. “Or do you want me to bring him back inside so he can give you a lame fuck?.”

You scoffed, pushing past him slightly, chin lifted in challenge. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked. “Can you stop pretending you’re something of mine?.”

“Can you stop pretending you don’t want this to happen?.” he snapped, gesturing between you two. “We both know you’re now just full of shit.”

You laughed in his face, sharp. “You don’t know anything about me if you think I wanna fuck you.”

“Please, you didn’t leave my side all night. You had been waiting for me to make a move.”

Taehyung knew he was playing a dangerous game. But he liked his odd. He liked to play with you. And he knew one thing: It had been the first time you had entertained him after all his attempts of trying to get you.

So he had to be right. He wanted to be right.

Your jaw tightened. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it a long time ago.” You got closer to him. Your nose almost inches from touching his face. You looked up to him. You were so close he could feel your breath. “Why do you think I went for Jungkook and not you?.”

Your words landed, heavy and deliberate, and for a second the only sound in the bathroom was the muffled music bleeding through the walls, the buzz of voices outside, the drip of a leaky faucet.

Taehyung didn’t move, didn’t back away. He looked down at you like he was trying to memorize your face.

“Because you like playing safe,” he said finally, voice low and deep, almost calm. Too calm. “Easy choice. Someone you didn’t have to think about too much.”

You scoffed, but you didn’t pull back. “And you think you’re what? Complicated?”

“I think,” he started, leaning in just enough that your lips almost brush when he spoke, “you didn’t want to want me. Because we both know, once I’m done with you, you won’t stop thinking about it.”

That did it.

Something shifted in your expression, annoyance giving way to something sharper, more dangerous. You tilted your head, smirk slow and cruel.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you murmured. “You’re not special. You just have a deep voice and recently got jacked.”

Taehyung huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. His hand came up, bracing against the sink beside you, boxing you in without touching you. The proximity was intentional, claimed.

“Funny,” he said. “For someone who doesn’t want me, you’re not trying very hard to leave.”

You glanced down, then back up at him through your lashes. “Maybe I just like watching you make a pathetic man of yourself.”

He hummed. “Or maybe, maybe you like when I look at you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”

Taehyung can see the way your eyes quickly moved to his mouth against your will. And he knew you hated that he noticed it.

“You’re obsessed,” you muttered, trying to get some control.

“Yeah,” he said easily. “With you.”

The word hung there, unashamed and unapologetic.

You swallowed, jaw tightening again. “You’re a terrible friend.”

“I know,” Taehyung replied, eyes never leaving yours. “And I still want you.”

You tried to step back but your lower back hit the sink. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt without permission, like your body betrayed you before your mouth could keep up. And you tried to blame it on the way you destabilized yourself when you tried to step back. You realized too late Taehyung was already enjoying the motion.

His gaze dropped to your hand and then back to your eyes.

“There,” he murmured. “That.”

You tried to pull your hand back. He didn’t let you, not grabbing, just stepping closer so there was nowhere for it to go. Your legs were squeezing together. His jeans rasping your bare legs. His torso brushing your chest, heat radiating, tension coiled tight between you.

“Say it again,” he said softly.

“Say what?”

“That you don’t want me.”

You opened your mouth.

And this time nothing came out.

Taehyung exhaled, slow and controlled, like he was reached the edge of his restraint. His hand lifted, grabbing your chin in his fingers without delicacy and tilting your face up.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

You did.

And when he kissed you, it was brutal.

It wasn’t soft or careful. Taehyung’s mouth crashed into yours like he was done pretending he had any restraint, like every thought he had swallowed all night finally snapped. It was messy, hungry, teeth knocking just slightly before it settled into something deeper and slow. His mouth tasting every place of yours, trying to memorize every single part of your mouth.

His hands were everywhere over your body at first, brushing them over your face and waist before one gripped your jaw, thumb pressing just enough to make you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed instantly. The other slid down your waist, firm, claiming and possessive, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’ll disappear if he let go. He crowded you back against the sink, body heat pinning you there, not gentle about it.

You made a sound, low, surprised, mad. Like you had woken up from the enchanted of the kiss. You bit his lower lip, trying to push him away. Taehyung groaned against your lips like it was exactly what he wanted.

“Fuck,” he muttered, barely pulling back, forehead resting against yours. His breath was hot, uneven. “You feel this and still wanna lie to me?”

Before you could answer, he kissed you again.

Deeper and slower this time. Like he had decided to savor it. His mouth moved with intent, like he knew exactly how to pull a reaction out of you, how to make your hands fist in his shirt, how to make your knees go weak even while you were trying to stay mad.

Your fingers slid up his neck, nails scraping just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. His grip tightened in response, hand slipping up your back, flattening you to him. There was no space left, no room to think.

The bathroom felt too small, it buzzed from the music outside. The mirror caught the movement, your bodies pressed together, his head tilted down, yours tipped back slightly, lips swollen, breath ruined.

Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, blown out, jaw tight like he was holding himself back from doing something much worse. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow, possessive.

“Okay. Now tell me to stop if you really want me to.”

You wanted to say something sharp, something mean.

Instead, you grabbed him again and kissed him back, harder and needy. And Taehyung let out a sound that was pure satisfaction as he kissed you like he had been waiting his whole life to finally have you, like he had been starving and you were the only thing that could ever fix it.

The fact that now you wanted him too made his heart beat like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Taehyung wanted to take it slow. Show you how good he could be for you, even though you had been so mean to him. But he couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to wait for you to change your mind. And as much as he wanted to have your mouth over his till the end of times, it took everything in him to pushed back enough to look at you in the eyes. His hands roaming all over your body before they settled in your waist.

God, he wanted to ruin you so bad.

You looked so good for him. Your hair messy, your lips swollen and red, your cheeks blushed, your eyes dark and lustful. For him, only for him. You were practically begging him to act up, looking like that. You were sinful.

“What are you doing?,” you asked breathily when he didn’t move.

Taehyung looked at you. “I want you to say it.”

“Say what?.”

“Say you want me.”

You titled your head, confused. You had finally accepted him and he was trying to make you say it out loud?. You didn’t know if you should’ve been mad or horny.

“Are you serious?.

“Say it,” he said. His voice deeper, firmer. “Say it and I’ll take care of you.”

You went silent, just for a second before looking at him prettily. “I want you.”

“Say it correctly.”

“I want you, Taehyung.”

You weren’t ashamed, you didn’t look shy or regretful. It was like it caused you satisfaction to say those words. Maybe because you knew the effect that you had on him.

And the way you said his name, the way your voice went so sweet, almost pouty... needy. Taehyung was only a man after all. And you had a way to make his head spin in the wrong ways. You gave him a smile that seemed like you were just begging him to ruin you. Taehyung didn’t think of him as a strong willed man. He could see you looking at him like that and it was game over for him.

With a hand on your chin, he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. He thought of all the ways that he would ruin you that night. The way you finally wanted him like that too. He wanted to burn his taste inside your mouth. He wanted you to be full of him in every way you could be. Just him, nobody else, not your ex boyfriend, not that man you were dancing with him. His, only his. And he knew that once he was done with you… you would come back for him, for more.

God, he was going insane.

His lips moved to your jaw, kissing down to your neck with desire, sucking hard and not caring whether or not it bruised. He imagined for a second how Jungkook would react to it. If tomorrow he showed up to your house, asking you to take him back only to find you covered in Taehyung’s marks. The thought made him rolled his eyes back, pleasure building in his stomach, making him rock hard. He wanted you more than words could let you know. He turned to marking you to show you just how bad he craved you, how much you were now his.

His right hand hovered over your body, slowly making his way between your thighs. You were so sweet for him, slowly opening your legs to give him better access. To invite him to touch you. He kissed your mouth as a reward, you were so obedient. Taehyung liked it, like the way you would do whatever you wanted to have your pleasure, to get off. He liked the way you choose him tonight, only him, to trust him with it.

He wasn’t going to disappoint you.

Taehyung ran his index finger through your folds over the cloth. He moaned into your neck, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your soaked panties. God, you were going to kill him. Have you been wet all night? or did he make you feel like this just now?. He couldn’t wait to put his mouth there between your legs. It was so soaked through that he could feel the outline of your pussy perfectly. He pushed his index finger just barely into your hole, feeling your panties scrunch up into it.

He pulled away to catch his breath, eyes full of lust as he watched your face contort with pleasure from his touch.

“You like that?,” Taehyung whispered in your mouth. His voice deeper, it made you clenched into nothing. “I’m going to touch you, okay?. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His eyes were dark and blown out. He pulled your panties down just barely, letting them sit below your hip bones while he kissed your chin. He was agonizingly slow as he pulled further and further, not daring to reveal your cunt until you were desperate enough to say it out loud.

“Tae—”

“Yeah,” he nodded at you. “I like how you say my name like that, so pretty.” He kissed your mouth, hard, sweetly. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty for me.”

His fingers found your clit. You melted into the feeling, sighing in relief. Your hips twitched closer to his hand, making sure he won’t leave so soon.

“Yes, please.”

He stopped, making you whined.

Taehyung swallowed the noise, his cock twitching in his pants. Then he kissed you hard, tongue sliding in your mouth to prove how much he wanted you, messy, dirty. It felt perverted how much he wanted to have your mouth in his all the time. But he had a mission.

“Fuck, fuck.” He gave you a last peck before slowly kneeling. “Say please again.” You groaned and his fingers circled your clit again, this time with more intention. You bit your lip as he watched you trying to contain your pretty sounds. “Say it. Ask nicely, baby. And don’t bite your lips, I wanna hear you.”

You let a breathy moan, opening your legs wider while looking at him. “Please, Tae.”

“Please what, baby?.”

“Please touch me.”

“So sweet,” he kissed and bit your inner thighs. “So, so sweet for me. God, you’re so hot, baby. Gonna make you feel good. Wanna hear you, okay?. Make me hear you.”

Taehyung was so desperate, he felt feral. He almost was sure he could cry of joy. He had waited for so long, so patiently. You’ve finally broken, you finally wanted him back. You were finally spreading your pretty legs for him to touch you, to make you feel better. His cock was straining against his pants, he could feel his pre cum leaking profusely from his tip, but he ignored it completely to focus on you.

His hands quickly moved your skirt higher, leaving him a good sight of your cunt. He tried not to lose control, sliding your panties to the ground and taking them off before saving them in his pocket. He could moan from the sight. Your glistening cunt, so sweet and waiting for him.

Taehyung rubbed your slit and gathered your arousal on his fingers. You gasped as he glided his fingers across your clit, playing with the swollen bud for a minute, wanting to get you soaking before he stretched you out, before he could taste you. He circled his finger around your entrance, teasingly applying pressure just to watch you squirmed. He felt good, having you like that.

Even if he was on his knees he felt like he had the power. He was going to make sure you would come crying back to him every night asking for his touch, desperate, needy for him and no one else.

He dipped a finger into your hole, stopping once he was knuckle-deep. He fucked his long finger into you slowly, and you sighed at the relief. He watched his finger sink into you, humming in pleasure when he saw how it collected your wetness. Taehyung didn’t ask before he was inserting another one, already feeling your walls clenching at him for dear life. His fingers were so long, so mean, stuffing you so deep and full. He couldn’t wait to have his cock burry inside you. The stretch would feel like heaven, and he knew you were craving to be stuffed by him.

Taehyung increased his pace a little more, curling his fingers up. It took him a minute to find what he was looking for, but he knew he got it when you whined and your leg kicked out helplessly. It didn’t take you too long to put it around his shoulder, Taehyung hold it steady, gripping your fat thigh. You held yourself for dear life to the sink behind you. He kept pressing into that spot, curling his fingers up to hit it every time, relishing in the garbled moans that spill out of your mouth.

You arched your back and yelp at the sensation of him pressing against the spongy part inside of you roughly. He grinned and kept thrusting against that spot, watching your reactions with amused eyes. His head moved down between your thighs, biting and sucking at all the flesh his mouth could find.

And then he wrapped his lips around your clit once he grew tired of marking you.

“Tae— Ngh… shit.”

Taehyung could come from just your taste and your sweet sounds. He was sure of it.

His eyes almost rolled back at how much you were clamping down on him, his wet fingers making dirty noises of how hard he was fucking them inside you, wet sounds filling the buzz in the room. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to taste you correctly.

With a final hard suck on your clit, he took his fingers out of your entrance before eating you out properly. Taehyung thought you were such a dream when you were mewling and panting like that, eager for him. He licked you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. At first very slow, dragging his tongue flat and firm to savour you and memorize you with his tongue. And then focusing in on your clit with a rhythmic flick that had your whole body jerking. He knew how to make you jump in pleasure now, and he loved knowing it.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft dark strands as you moaned shamelessly. He liked you like that, shameless, breakable.

His tongue moved down to your fluttering entrance, and his stomach clenched when he realized how empty you must feel for him. Taehyung couldn’t wait to fuck you, have you stuffed of him. But first, he stuffed his tongue inside you, making sure his nose stayed pressed against your clit. He moaned at your juices dripping on his taste buds and the way you tried to tighten around his tongue. He licked and rubbed at you as much as he could, determined to get his fill of your arousal.

Taehyung could swear he could cum untouched if he hadn’t waited so long for you to finally gave in. He swore he could die between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, sucking and lapping, moaning into your heat like he had found water after being thirsty. He was making the most unholiest, nasty dirty noises like it was a fucking heaven for him. And it was, it was a dream.

Taehyung was going insane.

Everything faded into a lofty state of bliss while he hungrily ate you out without taking a break, consumed with the urge to swallow you whole. He relished in the way you grabbed onto his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he barely pulled back for air all while he devoured you. The way you were squirming and rubbing yourself in his tongue and nose was a sight to behold, one that caused him to chase the friction that he earned when his aching, neglected cock rubbed in his pants, almost humping the air like a dog in heat.

You moaned, pulling him back by the hair. His mouth, nose and chin covered in your juices, he looked crazy drunk of you. He was crazy drunk of you.

“Tae—”

“Want you to cum on my mouth,” he tried to go back in but you pulled his hair harder.

“Taehyung fuck me already, please.”

Taehyung was sure you were a witch.

His cock jumped in his pants. In less than two seconds he was already standing up, badly cleaning his face with his shirt before stamping his lips into yours and kissing you hard. You moaned at your own taste. His kiss was messy, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you. How dirty and perverted he was for you.

You jolted when you felt his teeth on your jaw and neck, biting down and sucking hard. It made your hips push forward, and he moaned against you. His hard on poking at your thigh angrily, he start rubbing himself on you. Taehyung started to suck at your neck. the pressure was light, but enough to leave some marks. You played with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan.

Taehyung pushed you harder to the sink, unbuckling his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear to the ground. His cock jumped out. His tip was red and angry, leaking pre cum. Taehyung was big, and veiny. He saw the way your eyes narrowed down, as if you wanted to kneel and put it in your mouth.

Before he could stop you, you were already wrapping your hand around him. Your thumb brushed his tip, collecting the pre cum before passing it around his length. He groaned, closing his eyes and his head dropping to your shoulder while you started pumping his cock so sweet and softly. Like you were taking your time to make him suffer.

“You’re so big.” You said so sweetly, like you weren’t doing the nastiest shit ever. As if you didn’t make him have the dirtiest thoughts about you. “Your cock is so pretty, Tae.”

Your fingers could barely wrapped around his cock, your hand was hot and felt so good around him. Your long nails looked so pretty around him, so feminine, so in place. Shit, Taehyung knew wasn’t going to last much. You felt too good, You were so good for him, touching him like that. So sweet making him lost in pleasure. Your soft hands making him feel so—

Taehyung snapped open his eyes.

No, you weren’t the one that was supposed to have control. He promised he was going to make you feel good.

He took your hand out, softly, to not make you angry. He wrapped it around his cock and moved to give him space between your legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in your ear. “I want you to take it, okay?. Gonna take what I give you.” The head of his cock brushed your clit and it made your thighs jolt. “I’m gonna fuck you the way I want. Got it?” You quickly nodded. He grabbed your jaw with hardness, his gripped in your thigh around his waist was leaving a bruise. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Yes, what?” he gathered your arousal on his cock as he waited for your answer, sliding his tip through your folds, your juices coating all his length. And then his tip hit your clit angrily, so good it made you rolled your eyes for a second.

Your head was spinning, and you knew you shouldn’t let it happen, but fuck, you need it too. So badly. “Yes, yes. I’ll take it. Everything.” You whined. “Just fuck me already,” you caved, arching your back invitingly.

“Say please,” he teased.

“Taehyung—”

“Say it.”

“Mmm. Please, please, please…”

Taehyung gripped your thigh and slammed into you, hips snapping forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. Your back arched, toes curling as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. You felt so good, Taehyung hissed and dropped his forehead to your shoulder, pushing forward and brutally the last bit that wasn’t able to fit. It was rough, almost a little painful. He tried to held your legs open so he could try to press his hips flush against yours. You both groaned at the feeling, needing a minute to adjust.

Taehyung felt like heaven. He tried to think about the music outside, the buzz, the dirty bathroom and all the germs, the terrible dancers, the disgusting shots… he wanted to think other that wasn’t your cunt choking his cock so needing. No, he couldn’t. You were burning. You were wrapped around him so warm, so delicious. He could feel his thighs tensing, his grip in your skin tightened. You were so good, so perfect, your walls were swallowing him whole.

“Shit, so good. You— you feel so good.” Taehyung stuttered. He pulled out just a couple inches and rammed himself back in. You cried in his ear, feeling so deliciously full, it was almost overwhelming. “Yes, yes. Shit, you sound so sweet, baby. Tell me, tell me how much you like it.”

“S-so good. You feel so good.”

Oh. He was going to make a mess out of you.

Taehyung slammed his hips into yours harder, meaner. His tip touching the spongy spot it made you almost whimpered. His hand pressed hard in your lower tummy, making you squeeze him harder. Making you feel him completely inside you.

“Gonna fuck you so fucking good, you’re gonna keep coming back for more.” You could barely breathe, barely think. His cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you, your clit throbbing from how hard he was diving into you. “Gonna make you beg for it, just how you made me do it for years.”

He reached down, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles that made your whole body spasmed under him.

“Wait, w-wait, s’too much…” You stuttered, jaw dropping open with a gasp as he pounded into you without a care.

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back, your lips meeting in a hot, messy kiss. You were practically drooling with the way his cock was abusing your cunt. He was meaner, he was trying to prove something.

Your head fell back as he continued fucking you angrily. His mouth bit your already bruised throat, marking your skin as his.

“I told you, you’ll take what I give you.” He growled, his voice rough, wrecked. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be stretched, filled— fucked properly?” You shook your head, teeth biting down into your bottom lip roughly to suppress your moans. He chuckled dryly, moving his hips a little faster as he fucked you. “You were gonna choose a lame guy to what? Seek attention from your loser ex? You’re so pathetic, baby.” Taehyung felt on cloud nine, he couldn’t stop taking, couldn’t stop fucking you. “But it’s okay now. I’ll take care of it. Gonna make you dumb, huh? Gonna make you so dumb you won’t be thinking about him anymore.”

“Mhm, don’t stop,” you whined, pulling his hair.

“Did he touch you better than this?” He slammed his hips harder into you. “I’ll make you forget about him. This greedy cunt is mine now. Got it? He’ll probably be back begging for you to take him back,” his grip on you were bruising now. His thrusts came fast, filthy, brutal, skin slapping, breath ragged. “But you’ll be dripping and covered in me. Only me, baby— Only me. Won’t let you— won’t let you go one day without my cum, okay?. That fucking loser won’t have you, huh? He doesn’t deserve you… tell me you won’t take him back.”

You shook your head, “I won’t.”

“Say my name. Promise me you won’t take him back.”

“I won’t— I won’t take him back,” you whined, too drunk of him. “I promise, I promise, Tae.”

Taehyung was sure you didn’t know what you were saying, what he was making you say. Too drunk on him, too of a whore for his cock hitting the right places.

He rubbed your puffy clit faster. “That’s right. Y-you are gonna be crawling back to me, pretty. And I’ll fuck you like this. I’m the only— I’m the only one that can make you feel this good. Mm, shit— s’good. I should’ve been pumping this pretty cunt with cum every single day…”

Taehyung was already pounding you dizzy. And he felt his lower stomach tightened.

He knew he shouldn’t be so reckless. He should sprayed his cum on your thighs or in his hand. He knew that, but your cunt was sucking him in so tightly and so delicious that the only thing he could think of was his cum rushing deep inside of you. Consequences be damned, he thought. He’ll cum inside of you if he fucking wanted to.

You were his now, you looked so gorgeous only for him. He continued thrusting into you hard, never pulling out more than halfway, letting you take him deep inside your cunt. “oh my god, don’t stop,” you urged, nails digging into his neck and shoulders.

You were close. Taehyung felt your walls squeezing him harder. He moaned in your neck, you were sucking him so hard it was too much. He rubbed your clit desperately, helping you find your release. It didn’t take you too long to do so. Your high hit you like a truck, your nails scrapped his shoulder, your mouth parting to moan loudly. You closed your eyes, walls closing so hard and your juices coating his cock. Your vision went blurry, your breathing uneven.

Taehyung’s cock twitched inside you. His eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your skin as he heard your whimper. That hit his final straw, his forehead hit your shoulder as he felt succumbing to the sweet release. He didn’t even as he came undone, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy cunt and spurting down onto your thighs.

He was unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. You tried to push him away, whining overstimulated, but he didn’t let you. He needed it so bad, and so much more he kept slowly rutting into you, his cock softening inside you as he allowed himself to keep going. The overstimulation was getting to him, teeth sinking back into his lip as he tried to contain his whiny moans until his legs twitched, his eyes fill with tears and his cock ached asking him to stop, even if he didn’t want to.

It took you both a couple of minutes to catch your breath and come back to reality. The buzz of the music and noise outside hitting you back to reality. Taehyung felt you trying to push him away again, maybe to clean yourselves and go back outside. Finishing whatever had happened there.

But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want it to the end just yet.

Taehyung pulled apart, giving you a soft kiss before sliding out of you. You let a breathy moan, feeling your cunt expelling his cum and pulsating hard, very sensitive. He didn’t give you time to react before he was kneeling again, opening your legs apart to watch your pussy clenching at the tingling sensation of his cum dripping down.

His mouth was salivating at the sight. And he thought it was perfect. That is perfect. He wanted to see you covered in him. Your cunt puffy and swollen, overstimulated and asking for mercy. He wanted to give you all he had to offer to you. He wanted you to take it all, even if you couldn’t not more.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, voice raspy and dragging it. He looked at you, dark gaze and starry eyes. “Don’t do— Mmhg, Tae, fuck!.”

His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue lapping up the mess he had uncovered like he didn’t care about anything else. His eyes rolled back at the taste, eating his own cum from your cunt. The first swipe was slow, tasting every bit of the slick coating your folds. He thought it was the perfect taste, the perfect meal. Both of you dripping from your hole.

The next one was rougher, hungrier, tongue pressing deeper as he groaned into your heat. He wanted nothing more than that.

“Wait, wait. too much, s’too much, please…” You cried out.

You tried to pushed him away, you were too sensitive, he could tell. Your lips were swollen and your clit was so puffy and red. You were so cute, so sensitive, so weak. But Taehyung liked it, you couldn’t do anything than just take it. He gripped at you stronger, making you wrapped your leg around his shoulder and holding you in place as he licked you clean, every part of you dirty heat getting clean with his mean tongue.

Your back arched and he was sure that was the best view. Watching you break apart, legs open, back arched, trembling and moaning for him, in his tongue. Accepting your fate. Not being able to push him away, too week to fight. You just had to take it and enjoy it.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to have you like that again. Stuffed by him, lying in his bed, in his sofa. Against his walls, in his kitchen counter. Taehyung was sure that wouldn’t be the last time. There was no way he could spent more than a week not tasting you, not feeling your heat in his face. Not being deep inside you. He couldn’t bear the thought of it. He wouldn’t have it that way.

Taehyung got sloppy with it, getting more into it. He didn’t care about how messy he got, lips and chin completely covered of your juices but he loved it. He practically drowned himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he was afraid you’ll slip away. But you weren’t, you really couldn’t. He was holding you open for him.

He pressed your thighs harder and pulled slightly apart. Your head quickly moved to look at him, exasperated, you looked troubled. Maybe trying to stop him, maybe looking for your next release. You were so pretty. Taehyung looked up at you and his cock twitched in his pants, dying to get hard again for you. You were a mess, tears spilling down your cheeks, your face red and your lips pouty. You were so cute, so overstimulated, so sensitive. Taehyung could come from that sight. He was so drunk of you, chin full of your juices and swollen lips. He thought you were the prettiest like that, ruined by him.

He dived back, his head back into your cunt, his eyes still glued to yours as he sucked on your clit, hard and mad. And it didn’t take you too much to come undone. He didn’t look away, not even when you sobbed and rubbed into his mouth desperate. He didn’t look away when he drank all your juices, and he didn’t look away when he cleaned you up like a starved man.

“S-stop! Please, please, Taehyung, stop—”

You tried to pull him away from you by his hair, your grip so weak he could just push your hands away and dive back into you. But he didn’t, he wasn’t that mean. Not when you look so pretty fucked up, begging for mercy.

God, you were so fucked. So ruined by him. He loved it. He loved it so much. You were a piece of art he had made.

You were still catching your breath, thighs trembling, almost sobbing and tears falling down your cheeks when Taehyung kissed you again, deep and dirty, like he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was sloppy, messy. He thrusted his tongue into your mouth so he could make you taste everything. Him, you.

He wanted to engraved himself into you forever.

Taehyung pulled apart, and held you softly between his arms, letting you come back to reality. It took a couple of minutes, voices barging outside to hurry up because someone wanted to use the bathroom. He barely cared about it. His hands grabbing your face to watch you, cleaning your dry tears with his thumb and making you look at his eyes with your now dumb gaze.

“You’re okay, baby?” He brushed your cheek sweetly. “I’m gonna clean you up now, okay? Just talk to me.”

“Uhm,” you nodded weakly. “Just need a second.”

Taehyung chuckled, watching you try to act tough. “It’s okay, take all the time you need.”

When you were able to stood by yourself, Taehyung cleaned himself quickly before grabbing some paper to start cleaning your thighs with delicacy, softly.

There was a silence. Taehyung was stretching the time cleaning you. Like he didn’t want to break the bubble you were both in. Because he didn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. He didn’t want you to let go yet. It felt too soon. I felt wrong. He just wanted to take you back home, put you in his bed so you could rest and then fuck you again and again the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that too…

You hummed, trying to get his attention. “Tae,” you called. He watched you from below, gaze softer. Your eyes weren’t so bright now. Now a little more grounder and sober than before. “We can’t tell Jungkook about this.”

Taehyung stopped breathing for a second. It felt like the little bubble you were both in had exploded. His blood burned hot all over his body. Why were you even thinking about him now? It pissed him off. A minute ago you were shaking and crying for him and now you were thinking about Jungkook?.

He wanted to fuck you stupid again. Make you beg and cry for making him mad. Make you ask for forgiveness. Make you suffer a little for him…

His phone buzzed in his pants pocket.

Taehyung took it, almost too aggressively, to find a lot of missing calls and messages.

Jungkook: arrived at the party

Jungkook: where are you?

Jungkook: do you know if she’s here?

second part with jungkook: better than him

idk what’s wrong with me and these nasty ass one shots but everytime i smoke is like i can’t write more angst but only porn 😓😓

this was nasty ashellll i’m so sorry. i feel like i have to confess my sins to god or something

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𝓣each me | part seven

synopsis : You and Jeon Jungkook have been inseparable since childhood, you, the adored literature student who shines effortlessly, and him, the brilliant but overlooked aerospace engineer who has only ever felt seen by you. When he confesses he’s fallen for Yebin and asks you to help him change confidence, attraction, intimacy you agree, thinking it’s harmless. But practice turns personal, lines blur, and as Jungkook becomes someone the world finally notices, you realize the cost. Helping him become someone else might mean losing the boy who was always yours.

pairings : nerd!jungkook x popularf!reader

genre : child hood friends to lovers, coming of age, university au

word count : 17.9k words

warnings : female reader is lowkey a player, jungkook is a virgin and inexperienced, heavy cursing / explicit language, jealousy / possessiveness, lots of miscommunication and misunderstanding, jungkook walks in on female reader having sex with someone else twice ????? ( ooppsss 🤪 ) oral sex ( giving & receiving ) usage of names like whore, bitch and especially cumslut and fucktoy, public / semi public sex, sub!jungkook → dom!jungkook, rough sex , overstimulation , hicleys ( biting / bruises ) ,corruption kink , power dynamics shift , possible creampie / unprotected sex ,multiple orgasms , begging

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part seven : loose control & misunderstandings

─── flashback ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Back in high school, you and Jimin had existed in the same world but somehow never in the same space. You were both known, both noticed, both the kind of people others gravitated toward without effort. Jimin had been the golden boy of the school, the captain of the football team, always surrounded by people, always carrying himself with that easy confidence that made him seem untouchable.

Teachers liked him, juniors admired him, and his teammates followed him without question. He was loud when he wanted to be, charming without trying, the kind of person who could walk into a room and immediately own it.

And you you were different, but just as visible. You weren’t just popular you were everywhere. Academically strong, effortlessly balancing studies, extracurriculars, events, debates your name was always somewhere on the notice board, always attached to something impressive.

You had your own circle, your own presence, your own kind of confidence that didn’t rely on anyone else. People knew you, respected you, talked about you.But despite all of that you and Jimin had never actually crossed paths not properly.Not until that one random afternoon in the school library.

It had been quieter than usual that day, the kind of quiet that made even the smallest sounds echo faintly between the tall shelves stacked with books. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting soft golden patches across the wooden tables and the polished floor, the air carrying that familiar scent of paper and dust.

You had been standing near the back shelves, one hand braced against the wood as you stretched slightly on your toes, your fingers barely brushing the spine of a book placed just out of reach.“Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, trying again.

The shelf was just high enough to be annoying.You tilted your head, calculating for a second, then tried to jump slightly to grab it and failed.“Seriously?” you whispered, a little irritated now.You glanced around briefly to see if there was a stool nearby, but the closest one was a few shelves away and you were too stubborn to go get it.

So you tried again.This time you stretched a little more, your fingertips grazing the edge of the book and just as you were about to attempt another ridiculous jump a hand reached past you effortlessly. Long fingers wrapped around the book you had been struggling to grab, pulling it off the shelf with ease.

You froze for a second then slowly turned your head. Jimin stood beside you, holding the book casually in his hand like it hadn’t required any effort at all. He glanced down at the cover briefly before looking at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.“This one?” he asked. For a moment you just stared at him.

Not because you didn’t recognize him you did everyone did.But because this was the first time he had ever been this close, the first time you had ever actually interacted with him beyond just knowing of his existence.You cleared your throat slightly, straightening up.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual despite the faint embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Thanks.” He handed it to you without hesitation, his fingers brushing yours briefly as you took it.“No problem,” he said.There was a small pause.

The kind that happens when two people who technically know of each other suddenly find themselves standing face to face for the first time without the usual noise of school life around them. Jimin glanced at the shelf again, then back at you.

“You could’ve just asked for help,” he added lightly. You huffed a small laugh, crossing your arms as you looked up at him.“And miss out on the struggle? No thanks.”That earned a quiet chuckle from him.

“Fair point,” he admitted.You looked down at the book in your hands, brushing your thumb along the edge absentmindedly before glancing back up at him. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” you said.Jimin shrugged slightly.

“Coach made us finish early today,” he replied. “Figured I’d actually do something productive for once.”You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

“In the library?” you teased. “That’s new.”

He smirked a little at that.“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said. “I have a brain too, you know.”

“Debatable,” you shot back immediately.For a second he just looked at you and then he laughed.

And it wasn’t the loud, attention grabbing kind of laugh people usually heard from him on the field or in the hallways it was quieter “Wow,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Didn’t think you were this mean.” You tilted your head, feigning innocence.

“I’m not mean,” you said. “I’m honest.”

“Right,” he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.Another pause settled between you, but this time it didn’t feel awkward it felt easy.Comfortable, in a strange, unexpected way. Jimin glanced at the book in your hands again.

“What’s it about?” he asked.You looked down at it briefly before answering.“Psychology,” you said. “I needed it for an assignment.”He nodded slowly.

“Figures.”You frowned slightly.

“What does that mean?”He shrugged, leaning casually against the shelf beside you.“You just seem like the type,” he said. “Always doing something extra.”You rolled your eyes.

“And you seem like the type who avoids doing anything extra.”

“Hey,” he protested lightly. “That’s not entirely true.” You smirked.“Just mostly.”He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head again.“Okay, maybe.”

The conversation drifted from there, surprisingly natural despite the fact that this was technically your first real interaction. What started as a simple exchange turned into a longer conversation than either of you had expected, the two of you leaning against the shelves, talking about classes, teachers, random things that didn’t matter but somehow felt interesting in the moment.

Time passed without either of you noticing.At some point, someone called Jimin’s name from across the library, breaking the bubble you hadn’t even realized you were in.He glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you.“I should go,” he said.

You nodded slightly “Yeah, same.”There was a brief pause before he straightened up fully.“I’ll see you around?” he said, almost like a question.You met his gaze for a second before nodding.

“Yeah,” you said.And just like that something shifted. Because after that day, you didn’t just exist in the same world anymore.You started noticing each other. And eventually that one small moment in the library turned into something neither of you had planned.

What started as a coincidence slowly turned into something that felt almost intentional, like both of you were quietly adjusting your routines without ever admitting it out loud.The library became your place.

At first, it was just a shared table and occasional conversations, but soon it turned into something more consistent, something expected. You would walk in and instinctively look for him, and more often than not, he was already there, slouched in his chair with a pen in his hand, pretending to study but clearly distracted the second you appeared.

And if, on the rare occasion, he wasn’t there yet, you’d still sit at that same table, your focus drifting every few minutes toward the entrance until he finally walked in like he had somewhere better to be but still chose this.

He started saving you a seat without making it obvious, his bag casually placed on the chair beside him until you arrived, and you started bringing snacks you accidentally bought too much of, sliding them across the table like it didn’t matter when it clearly did.

The conversations came easily, never forced, never awkward, always slipping from one topic to another without either of you noticing how much time had passed.

“Did you even write anything?” you asked one afternoon, glancing at the same empty page he’d been staring at for the last ten minutes.Jimin didn’t even look up, spinning his pen lazily between his fingers. “Yeah.”

You leaned forward slightly, narrowing your eyes at the notebook. “There’s literally nothing there.”He finally looked at you then, completely unfazed. “I’m thinking.”You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You’ve been ‘thinking’ for half an hour.”

“Good things take time,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his lips.“You’re so full of shit,” you muttered, but there was no real bite to it.He just grinned.

That was how it always went light teasing, small arguments that never really meant anything, the kind of back and forth that felt natural, like you had been doing this for much longer than you actually had.

And slowly, without either of you realizing when it crossed the line, the time you spent together didn’t feel limited to the library anymore.

One afternoon, as you were packing up your things, Jimin leaned back in his chair, watching you for a second like he was debating something in his head before finally speaking.“Hey,” he said casually. “Let’s get out of here.”You paused, looking up at him. “Where?”

He shrugged, grabbing his bag. “Anywhere that’s not this boring place.”You raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’re the one who keeps coming here.”

“Yeah,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “and now I’m bored of it.”You stared at him for a second, unimpressed.“Liar.”He laughed quietly, already walking toward the exit like he knew you’d follow anyway and you did.

The first time you left together, it didn’t feel like a big deal, but it changed everything. What used to be confined to quiet corners and whispered conversations between bookshelves suddenly stretched out into something more open, more real.

You started walking together after school, sometimes heading to a small café nearby, sometimes just wandering without a plan, letting the conversation carry you wherever it wanted to go.

There was something different about seeing him outside of school, without the noise of teammates or the constant attention he was used to. He was still confident, still effortlessly himself, but there was a quieter side to him that only seemed to show up when it was just the two of you.

And you liked that a lot more than you expected.It showed in small ways, the kind that didn’t feel significant at first but slowly started to mean everything.

The way he’d automatically walk on the side closest to the road without thinking about it, the way he’d remember small things you mentioned in passing and bring them up days later, the way his attention never seemed to drift when you were talking, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

“You always talk this much?” he asked once, glancing at you sideways as you walked.You scoffed lightly. “You’re literally the one who keeps asking questions.”

“Yeah, because you keep answering,” he shot back. “Then stop asking,” you said, bumping your shoulder lightly into his.He smiled at that, shaking his head. “Not happening.”Moments like that became normal.

And somewhere between those walks, those shared drinks, those long conversations that stretched into early evenings, something shifted in a way neither of you could ignore anymore it wasn’t just friendship it wasn’t just convenience.

It was the way your steps started matching without thinking, the way silence between you didn’t feel awkward, the way your eyes lingered just a second too long before looking away.It was in the almost moments.

The ones where your hands brushed and neither of you pulled away immediately, where your laughter faded into something quieter as your eyes met, where the air between you felt heavier than it should.Neither of you said anything about it but you both felt it.

And with every passing day, it became harder to pretend that what was growing between you was something simple.It didn’t happen in some grand, dramatic way.There was no big confession in front of a crowd, no over the top gesture that everyone talked about for weeks.

It was just one day but somehow, that made it even more unforgettable.The day had started like any other classes dragging on longer than they should, teachers talking about things you were barely paying attention to, your mind wandering more than usual because you already knew how the afternoon would go.

You’d meet him in the library, sit across from each other, pretend to study, end up talking instead.Except that day felt different from the start, even if you couldn’t fully explain why.Jimin had been quieter.

Not in a bad way, not distant, just distracted, like something was sitting in the back of his mind the entire time. You noticed it immediately, the way he tapped his pen more than usual, the way his attention drifted even when you were talking.

“Why are you acting weird?” you finally asked, narrowing your eyes at him from across the table.He looked up quickly, almost like he hadn’t expected you to call him out.“I’m not acting weird,” he said, a little too quickly.You gave him a look.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair like he was debating whether to say something or not.Then he leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling under his breath.“Okay,” he muttered. “Fine.”You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

He looked at you for a second longer before speaking again, his voice more casual than his expression.“Let’s go out.”You blinked.“…We go out all the time.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly, his gaze steady on yours now. “Like an actual date.”For a second, your brain just stopped.The word date hung there between you, heavier than anything else he had ever said before.

Your heart skipped you tried to play it cool, even though you could feel your pulse picking up.“Oh,” you said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “That kind of going out.” Jimin let out a small breath, watching you carefully now.

“Yeah,” he said. “That kind.” there was a pause.But it felt like everything was sitting inside it.Then you smiled slightly, trying to ignore the way your chest felt suddenly too tight.“Okay,” you said.And just like that everything changed.The rest of the day passed in a blur.

You barely remembered how you got through your classes after that, your mind stuck replaying the moment over and over again, the way he had looked at you when he said it, the way your stomach flipped when you said yes.

And when school finally ended, you found him waiting for you.Not in the library this time outside.Leaning casually against the gate like he had been there for a while, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on you.

And the second they did something softened in his expression.“Ready?” he asked simply.You nodded, trying not to overthink it.The date itself wasn’t anything extravagant.

You walked together, just like you always did, except this time there was something different in the air, something unspoken that made every small moment feel more significant.

You ended up at a small place you both liked, sitting across from each other, talking the same way you always had but now every glance lingered a little longer, every smile felt a little deeper.At one point, Jimin just stopped talking mid sentence.

You frowned slightly “What?” He shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips.“Nothing,” he said quietly. You didn’t believe him but you didn’t push either because you felt it too that shift that something.

By the time the sun started setting, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink, the two of you had wandered out again, walking without a destination like you always did. The streets were quieter now, the noise of the day fading into something softer, something calmer.

You didn’t realize when your hands brushed.But this time neither of you pulled away.Your fingers lingered for a second longer than usual.then slowly they intertwined you looked at him he looked at you and neither of you said anything. Because you didn’t need to.A few steps later, Jimin stopped walking.

You turned toward him, your brows furrowing slightly. “What happened?”He exhaled softly, his hand still holding yours, his grip tightening just a little like he didn’t want to let go.Then he looked at you.

“I don’t want this to just be whatever it’s been,” he said, his voice quieter now, but steady.Your heart started racing again.“I like you,” he continued simply. “And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t.”You didn’t interrupt you just listened.

“So” he added, a small nervous laugh escaping him as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “are you gonna be my girlfriend or what?” The question was so him you felt your lips curve into a smile before you could stop it.

“Is that how you ask someone?” you teased lightly, even though your voice gave away how much this meant to you.He groaned softly “Don’t make it weird.” you laughed. Then squeezed his hand slightly.

“Ofcourse dummy,” you said and tgat was enough. And the way his entire face lit up after that it was something you knew you’d never forget.That night, everything felt perfect.

You walked a little slower, talked a little longer, laughed a little more than usual, like both of you were trying to stretch the moment for as long as possible. There was no awkwardness, no second guessing, just this overwhelming sense of rightness, like everything had fallen into place exactly the way it was supposed to.

And as you stood there later, under the dim streetlights, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin you realized something.This was the best day of your life because for the first time, nothing felt uncertain and nothing felt complicated. It was just you and him.

And everything you were starting together.Jungkook had known long before you ever said it out loud.

It hadn’t been something dramatic or obvious to anyone else, but he noticed the small things the moment they started changing, the way your attention would drift mid conversation, the way your phone would light up and your entire expression would soften without you even realizing it, the way Jimin’s name started slipping into your sentences more often than anything else.

At first, he didn’t think much of it.You had always been talkative, always quick to share whatever was happening in your life, and Jungkook had always been the one sitting across from you, listening, nodding, occasionally teasing you when you got too carried away.

But this— this was different because you didn’t just mention Jimin you talked about him a lot.It started casually, almost harmless.

“Okay but listen,” you said one afternoon, dropping into the seat across from Jungkook in the library, your eyes lighting up in a way he hadn’t seen before. “He actually stayed back after practice just to help me with that assignment.”

Jungkook looked up from his notebook, watching you carefully as you leaned forward, clearly excited.“He doesn’t even have that subject,” you continued, shaking your head slightly like you still couldn’t believe it. “And he still sat there for like an hour.”

Jungkook hummed quietly, nodding once as he tapped his pen against the page.“That’s nice,” he said simply you didn’t notice the slight pause before his words. Didn’t notice the way his grip tightened just a little around the pen in his hand because you were already moving on.

“And the other day oh my god you won’t believe this,” you added, laughing softly as you rested your chin in your hand. “It started raining and he literally gave me his jacket and walked in the rain himself.”Jungkook let out a small breath through his nose, his gaze dropping back to his notebook.

“Sounds like something out of a movie,” he muttered you smiled “Right?”And that was how it went day after day.You would show up, sit across from him, and without even realizing it, the conversation would drift back to Jimin every single time.

You talked about the things he did, the way he made you laugh, the way he remembered small details about you, the way being around him felt easy and warm and different. And Jungkook— Jungkook listened he always listened he never told you to stop never changed the topic.

Never made it obvious that something about it didn’t sit right with him.Instead, he just sat there, nodding occasionally, responding when needed, letting you talk as much as you wanted while quietly pushing down the strange, uncomfortable feeling building in his chest.

Because the more you talked about Jimin the more obvious it became you were falling for him.And one day, you said it out loud “I think I really like him.”The words came out softer than your usual tone, like even you were still processing it.

Jungkook stilled for a second then he looked up at you.“You think?” he asked, his voice steady despite the way his chest tightened slightly.You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips.“Okay, not think,” you admitted. “I do.”

There was something about the way you said it that made it feel final certain.Jungkook held your gaze for a moment before nodding slowly.“Is he a good guy?” he asked just that one question you didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” you said immediately. “He is.”

Your answer came so easily, so confidently, that Jungkook felt something sink quietly in his chest.He nodded again, looking away briefly as he tapped his pen against the table. “Then that’s good,” he said.And that was the only thing he asked he didn’t question it further didn’t warn you didn’t say anything about how fast things seemed to be moving or how much you were talking about him.

Because if you said Jimin was good then Jungkook chose to believe you even if something inside him felt off a few days later, you told him.You just said it casually, like you always did.“By the way,” you said, sitting down across from him again, your voice carrying that same light excitement, “we’re dating now.”

Jungkook didn’t react immediately.He just looked at you for a second, taking in the way your face lit up, the way your entire presence seemed brighter somehow then he nodded.“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I figured.”

You blinked “You did?”He shrugged, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips.“You haven’t stopped talking about him for like a week,” he pointed out.You let out a soft laugh, a little embarrassed but not denying it.

“Okay, fair.”Jungkook nodded again, his expression calm, almost unaffected.

But inside it wasn’t that simple.Because hearing you say it out loud made it real in a way it hadn’t been before.Before, it was just stories. Just moments just possibilities and now Jimin was your boyfriend.

And Jungkook was still exactly where he had always been sitting across from you , listening , smiling when you smiled acting like nothing had changed even though something had.

Even though there was a quiet, unfamiliar ache settling somewhere deep in his chest that he didn’t quite understand and definitely didn’t want to acknowledge so he didn’t.He just leaned back slightly in his chair, tapping his pen against the table again like it was any other day.

“Just don’t forget about me now,” he added lightly, his tone teasing enough to hide everything underneath it.You rolled your eyes immediately.“Shut up,” you said. “You’re not that important.”He huffed out a quiet laugh.“Wow that’s crazy.”

but he didn’t push didn’t ask anything else because he already knew everything he needed to know you had fallen for Jimin. And no matter how he felt about it that wasn’t something he was ever going to get in the way of.

─── back to present ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The second you turned your back on him, it felt like something inside you snapped completely.

The music was still blasting, people still talking, laughing, living their lives like nothing had just happened but for you, everything felt wrong, distorted, too loud and too suffocating all at once.

Your vision blurred as tears kept spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks, your chest tightening painfully with every breath as you pushed through the crowd without looking at anyone, not caring who you bumped into or who called your name.

You just needed to get out. Out of that room out of that house away from him.Because if you stayed even one more second, you were going to completely fall apart in front of everyone and you refused to give him that.

Your hands shook as you shoved past a group of people near the hallway, your shoulder colliding with someone who turned to complain, but you didn’t even register it, didn’t stop, didn’t apologize. The only thing running through your mind was the sound of his voice repeating over and over again like some cruel echo you couldn’t shut off.

She keeps jumping from one guy to another.

She’s such a —

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second as you walked faster, your breathing uneven.“Fuck” you whispered under your breath, your voice breaking. Because it wasn’t just what he said it was the fact that he meant it the fact that he didn’t correct it.

The fact that he just stood there and let someone else tear you apart like you were nothing and agreed with them that was the part that hurt the most.

You reached the front door, your hands fumbling slightly as you pushed it open, the cool night air hitting your face instantly the moment you stepped outside. It should’ve helped but it didn’t your chest still felt tight.

Like you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard you tried.You stumbled a few steps forward onto the driveway, your heels clicking unevenly against the ground as you wiped your face with trembling hands, but it was useless more tears just kept coming.

“Why would he say that…” you muttered, your voice cracking.It didn’t make sense none of it did. Jungkook — out of everyone— Jungkook was the last person you ever thought would speak about you like that. He knew you better than anyone.

He knew your reasons, your choices, the way you saw relationships, the way you guarded yourself, the way you pretended things didn’t matter when they actually did he knew everything. And yet he reduced you to that.Your chest tightened again, a broken laugh slipping out through your tears.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” you whispered to yourself. Because somehow, despite everything, you had still believed, still hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was something there.

That all those moments, all those conversations, all the time you spent together meant something more to him too.That he saw you the way you saw him and tonight you had run through a crowded party, heart in your throat, ready to confess, ready to risk everything just to tell him how you felt.

Only to find out that to him, you were just a joke, a problem someone disposable.The realization settled deep, heavy and suffocating.Your steps slowed as you reached the end of the driveway, your body feeling suddenly exhausted, like all the energy had been drained out of you at once.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, as if that would somehow hold you together while everything inside you felt like it was falling apart.“He was all I had…” you whispered, the words barely audible.And that was the truth you couldn’t escape. Jungkook wasn’t just someone you liked.

He wasn’t just a crush he was your constant your best friend.The one person who had always been there, no matter what.The one person you never had to filter yourself around, never had to pretend with, never had to question.

And now you had lost him too in the worst possible way.Your breathing hitched as another wave of emotion crashed over you, your hands coming up to your face again as you tried to muffle the sound of your own sob.“Fuck…” you choked out, shaking your head as if that would somehow make it hurt less.

But it didn’t do anything because losing someone you love is one thing. But realizing they never saw you the same way you saw them? That they could think so little of you after everything?That kind of pain hit differently it dug deeper.

And as you stood there in the cold night, tears falling endlessly, your heart felt heavier than it ever had before. Because this time it wasn’t just about losing a chance at love you had lost your best friend and that hurt like hell.

You didn’t even realize how far you had walked from the house until the music started fading behind you, the loud bass turning into a dull thump in the distance, like it belonged to another world entirely.

Your steps were uneven, your vision still blurred with tears as you tried to steady your breathing, but it just wouldn’t cooperate. Every inhale felt too sharp, every exhale shaky, like your body didn’t know how to calm down after everything that had just happened.

You were halfway down the pathway, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, when you heard your name being called. “Hey—hey!”

Nayoung her voice cut through everything, urgent and concerned as she hurried toward you, weaving past people who were still lingering outside the house. She must’ve noticed you disappear, must’ve followed without thinking twice.

You didn’t turn immediately, you couldn’t because the second you did, the tears came harder. By the time she reached you, you were already wiping at your face aggressively, trying and failing to pull yourself together. “Dude what the hell happened?” Nayoung asked, her voice dropping instantly when she saw your face properly.

You shook your head quickly, like you didn’t even know where to start, your chest still rising unevenly as you tried to speak.“He—” your voice broke, and you let out a frustrated breath, dragging your hands through your hair. “He is such a dick.”

The words came out harsher than you expected, laced with anger and hurt all tangled together.“I just—I wanna get out of here,” you added quickly, your voice smaller now, almost desperate. “Please.”Nayoung didn’t ask anything else. Not what happened not who said what not why you were crying like your world had just fallen apart.

She just looked at you for a second, really looked at you, and whatever she saw was enough.“Okay,” she said immediately, her tone firm but gentle. “Yeah we’re leaving.”She stepped closer, placing a hand lightly on your arm as she turned both of you away from the house.

“Come on,” she murmured and that was it. You didn’t even glance back because you knew if you did, you might break all over again so you walked.

Side by side with Nayoung, your steps still shaky, your breathing uneven, but at least now you weren’t alone. The night air felt colder the further you moved away from the party, the noise fading completely until it was replaced by quiet streets and the distant hum of traffic.

Your tears didn’t stop right away.They kept falling silently as you walked, your mind still replaying everything you had heard, everything you had seen, everything you wished you hadn’t.Nayoung didn’t push didn’t fill the silence with unnecessary words.

She just stayed there beside you, her presence steady, her hand occasionally brushing against yours like she was making sure you were still there.And somehow, that made it a little easier to keep walking.Even if your chest still felt like it was caving in even if your heart still ached like hell.

At least you were getting away from that place away from him and for now that was the only thing that mattered.

─── jungkook’s pov ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

For a moment after your hand connected with his face, everything just stopped. Jungkook didn’t move didn’t blink didn’t even breathe properly.

The sting of the slap lingered across his cheek, sharp and burning, but it barely registered compared to the way your words echoed in his head, over and over again, louder than the music, louder than the voices around him, louder than anything else.

“Loved you.”

“I hope I never see you again.”

The past tense hit him harder than anything else loved not love.

not love you.

loved

Like it was already over like whatever existed between you had been cut off in that exact moment, clean and final, leaving nothing behind but the aftermath.He stood there frozen, his head slightly turned from the impact, his eyes unfocused as he tried failed to process what had just happened.

The room around him continued moving, people whispering, shifting, reacting, but Jungkook felt completely detached from it all, like he had been pulled out of reality and dropped somewhere else entirely. His chest felt tight.

Like something was pressing down on it, making it harder to breathe with each passing second. And then it hit.Not all at once, not like a sudden explosion, but like a slow, crushing realization that crept in piece by piece until it became impossible to ignore.

You had meant every word every bit of hurt in your voice you hadn’t been angry for no reason. You had heard everything every single thing he said.Every word he let slip just to fit in, just to impress someone else, just to avoid looking weak.

And in doing that he had destroyed the one person who had never made him feel that way his stomach dropped.

A sharp, sickening feeling twisting deep inside him as his mind replayed it all in fragments the way you had looked at him, the disbelief in your eyes, the way your voice had shaken when you said you loved him. Loved.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like his body was finally catching up to what his mind was trying to process he had it he had everything.

you

your feelings

your trust

Your presence in his life, constant and unwavering.

And he didn’t even realize it until it was gone — gone because of him because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.Because he chose the wrong side.Because he let someone else speak about you like that—and agreed.

“Fuck ” the word slipped out under his breath, barely audible, his voice rough.His heart started racing now, panic creeping in as the weight of everything crashed down on him all at once.You had walked away you were gone.

And he was just standing there like an idiot that snapped something inside him.Jungkook moved suddenly, pushing past the people around him without a second thought, his eyes scanning the room desperately like he might still catch a glimpse of you if he moved fast enough.

He needed to find you needed to fix this. Needed to say something anything before it was too late.He had just reached the edge of the crowd when a hand grabbed his arm.

Yebin “Jungkook, wait—” she started, her voice sharp, trying to pull him back.He didn’t even look at her didn’t slow down.“Let go,” he muttered, his voice low but strained. “Jungkook—”

“I said let the fuck go,” he snapped, yanking his arm out of her grip without hesitation there was no softness left in his tone.He didn’t wait for her reaction didn’t careHe pushed forward again, moving through the house, checking every corner, every room, his eyes scanning frantically, his chest rising and falling too fast now.

The living room the hallway the kitchen. Nothing, you weren’t there.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned toward the front door, his pulse pounding in his ears.Maybe you were outside maybe you hadn’t gone far.

He stepped out into the night, the cool air hitting his face as he looked around quickly, his gaze moving from one end of the street to the other.But you were nowhere.Just a few people lingering, talking, laughing like nothing had happened.Like his world hadn’t just completely fallen apart.

His chest tightened painfully “No no, no—” he whispered under his breath, already reaching for his phone with shaky hands.He dialed your number instantly the call rang and rang and rang but no answer.He hung up and tried again still nothing.

His jaw clenched as frustration and panic mixed together, his thumb moving quickly as he opened your chat, typing without thinking.

jungkook : where are you?

jungkook : please answer me

jungkook : i didn’t mean any of that

The messages sent one after another, the screen lighting up in the dark as he stared at it like it would somehow bring you back no reply.

His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising sharply as he started walking down the street, then faster, then almost running, his eyes scanning every direction like you might appear out of nowhere if he just looked hard enough but you didn’t because you were gone.

And for the first time Jungkook felt it fully that hollow, sinking feeling in his chest. The realization that he hadn’t just messed up he had lost you completely.And he didn’t know if he’d ever get you back.

He doesn’t find you. No matter how many times he circles back, no matter how many rooms he checks again like you might suddenly reappear if he just looks hard enough, no matter how far down the street he walks with his eyes scanning every passing figure there’s nothing no sign of you.

Just strangers, noise fading into distance, and the hollow, suffocating realization settling deeper into his chest with every passing second.

Jungkook eventually stops in the middle of the pavement, his breathing uneven, his hands hanging uselessly by his sides as he looks around one last time like he’s hoping stupidly hoping that you’ll just walk back toward him but you don’t.

Because you meant it “I hope I never see you again.” The words hit harder now, replaying in his head with brutal clarity, stripping away whatever denial he had left.You weren’t just angry you were done.

A sharp breath leaves him as he drags a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the strands in frustration, his chest tightening to the point where it almost hurts to inhale.“Fuck” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough, breaking slightly at the edges.There’s nothing left to do so he turns and walks away.

The party noise fades completely behind him as he makes his way back toward campus, his steps slower now, heavier, like each one takes more effort than it should. The night feels colder than before, the air biting against his skin, but he barely notices it.

His mind is too loud too full.Every memory of you, every moment, every word you’ve ever said to him crashing into him all at once like his brain decided now — now was the perfect time to replay everything he’s about to lose.

The way you’d sit across from him, talking endlessly while he pretended to be annoyed but never once told you to stop.The way you’d call his name so casually, like it belonged to you.The way you trusted him and tonight— the way you looked at him like he was a stranger like he meant nothing.

His grip tightens around his phone as he pulls it out again, his thumb already moving before he can stop himself. He hits your contact, lifting it to his ear as he walks, his jaw clenched tight.The call doesn’t even ring this time straight to voicemail.

His chest drops “Fuck,” he exhales, lowering the phone slowly before trying again immediately, like maybe it was a mistake, like maybe the second call will go through.It doesn’t voicemail again

His steps falter slightly as frustration mixes with something far worse, something heavier, something that sits in his chest and refuses to leave.He opens your chat, his fingers hovering over the screen for a second before he starts typing.

jungkook : please pick up

jungkook : i need to talk to you

jungkook : i didn’t mean any of that shit

The messages stack one after another, desperate, messy, nothing like the composed version of himself he usually presents to the world.Still no reply his vision blurs slightly. And this time— he can’t stop it.

Tears gather in his eyes before he even realizes what’s happening, his breathing hitching faintly as he presses his lips together, trying to hold it in, trying to keep it together like he always does.

But it’s useless because the truth is sitting right there, undeniable and cruel.He did this he lost you.Not because of some misunderstanding not because of timing but because he opened his mouth and chose someone else over you.

For what?

For a laugh?

For approval?

For Yebin’s validation?

The thought makes something twist violently in his chest.“Why the fuck did I even care ” he whispers to himself, his voice cracking slightly.

Why did he need that?

Why did he need her approval?

Why did he let her words get to him like that?

Because the truth— the truth hits him so hard it almost knocks the air out of him. He didn’t need it he never did. The only person whose opinion ever mattered was yours.And he threw it away for nothing.

His grip on his phone tightens as more tears slip down his face, his jaw clenching as he shakes his head slightly like he can undo it, like he can take it all back if he just tries hard enough.

“You’re such a fucking idiot” he mutters under his breath because you were right there right in front of him telling him you loved him. And he didn’t even realize what he had until it was already gone.A shaky breath leaves him as he wipes at his face roughly, but it doesn’t help much.

Because now it’s clear painfully clear.You weren’t just someone in his life you weren’t just his best friend you weren’t just someone he cared about you were the only girl he had ever truly wanted.

The only one he ever needed the only one he — his chest tightens again. “…loved,” he whispers, the word finally slipping out like something he had been holding back for too long.And now it’s too late.

By the time he reaches his dorm building, his steps feel heavier than ever, his body drained, his mind still racing in circles that don’t lead anywhere except back to you.Back to what he said back to what he lost.

He pushes the door open and walks down the hallway slowly, the familiar surroundings feeling strange, almost unfamiliar in the state he’s in. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the handle of his room, pausing for just a second before pushing it open.

The door swings inward Taehyung is inside, sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone casually. But the moment he looks up he freezes. His expression shifts instantly, confusion flashing across his face before turning into something closer to shock as he takes in Jungkook’s state.

Jungkook stands there in the doorway, shoulders slightly slumped, hair messy, eyes red, his face still faintly flushed from earlier, his entire presence completely different from the person who had left that room hours ago. Taehyung slowly lowers his phone.

“Bro what the hell happened to you?”For a few seconds after Taehyung’s question, Jungkook doesn’t answer.

He just stands there near the door, like his body hasn’t fully caught up with the fact that he’s back in his dorm, like some part of him is still stuck outside that house, still replaying the moment over and over again, still hearing your voice breaking as you said those words.

His throat feels dry like speaking itself is going to hurt.Taehyung shifts on the bed, his brows furrowing slightly as he takes in Jungkook’s silence, the redness in his eyes, the way his hands hang stiffly at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“Jungkook,” he presses, his tone more serious now, “what happened?” Jungkook exhales slowly, dragging a hand over his face, his fingers pressing hard against his eyes for a second before he lets them drop, his shoulders sagging like the weight of it all is finally settling in properly.

“I fucked up,” he says finally, his voice low and rough. The words come out flat. Taehyung doesn’t interrupt he just watches him.And that silence somehow makes it easier for Jungkook to keep going.

“I said some fuckass shit,” Jungkook continues, his gaze dropping to the floor as his jaw tightens, “about her at the party.”Even saying it feels wrong like the words don’t belong to him like he’s talking about someone else but he isn’t.He knows exactly what he did.

“She was there,” he adds after a pause, his voice quieter now, almost like he hates admitting it. “She heard everything.”Taehyung’s expression shifts slightly, confusion turning into something sharper, more focused.“What do you mean everything?” he asks.

Jungkook lets out a humorless breath, his lips pressing together as he shakes his head slightly, like he’s trying to process it while saying it out loud.“Yebin and her friends were talking shit,” he says, the words coming out slower now, heavier, “about her and I didn’t stop it.”

His hands curl slightly into fists at his sides.“I joined in,” he admits, his voice tightening the room feels quieter somehow he can still hear it every word.Every moment where he could’ve shut it down and didn’t.

“I said she uses people,” he continues, swallowing hard, his throat tightening again, “that she goes from one guy to another that I was better off without her.”The words sound even worse out loud ugly and disgusting.Not something he ever thought he’d say about you.

Taehyung’s face darkens slightly, but he still doesn’t interrupt.He lets Jungkook say it all because he knows there’s more. “There was this guy Jaemin he called her a whore,” Jungkook adds, his voice dropping lower, almost strained now, “and I—”

He stops for a second his chest rises sharply.“I agreed,” he finishes, barely above a whisper.The silence that follows is heavier than anything before.

Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to the back of his neck as he paces a step forward, then stops again, like he doesn’t know where to go even inside his own room.

“And then she just—” he exhales, his voice breaking slightly now despite his effort to keep it steady, “she showed up.” He can still see it the way you were standing there tears already in your eyes the disbelief the hurt.

“She heard everything,” he repeats, quieter this time, like he’s trying to make sense of it himself. His jaw tightens again as he looks away.

“She said she loved me,” he adds after a moment, the words hitting differently now, softer but somehow more painful, “and then corrected it.”

Taehyung doesn’t move nor speaks but his eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s face.“Loved,” Jungkook repeats, his voice almost hollow now. “Past tense.”His chest rises and falls unevenly as he runs a hand through his hair again, frustration and regret mixing together in a way that makes it hard to stand still.

“She slapped me,” he continues, his tone quieter now, not defensive, not angry just stating it like it’s part of the memory burned into him, “told me she hopes she never sees me again.”

And that the part that breaks something in him all over again.Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders dropping as he finally looks up at Taehyung, his eyes tired, red, filled with something he doesn’t even try to hide anymore.

“I went after her,” he says. “I tried calling texting everything’s going straight to voicemail.”The last bit comes out quieter almost defeated.“I think she blocked me.”The room falls silent again but this time, it doesn’t stay that way for long.

Taehyung lets out a slow breath, running a hand over his face before sitting up straighter, his expression no longer just shocked but disappointed deeply.“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says bluntly.“I know,” he mutters under his breath.“No, you don’t,” Taehyung snaps, shaking his head as he stands up now, his frustration clearly building. “You really don’t if you thought that shit was okay.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, but he stays quiet because there’s nothing he can say to defend himself.Nothing that would make it better.

“You spent years acting like you care about her,” Taehyung continues, his voice sharp now, cutting through the room, “being her best friend, being the guy she trusts, the guy she goes to—and the second some girl starts running her mouth, you switch up like that?”

Jungkook flinches slightly at that.“That’s not just messed up,” Taehyung adds, his tone colder now, more controlled but no less harsh, “that’s fucking pathetic.” the word lands heavy.Jungkook looks away, his hands clenching slightly at his sides.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says quietly, almost defensively, even though it sounds weak the moment it leaves his mouth.Taehyung lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s the worst part,” he says. “You didn’t mean it and you still said it.”

Silence. “You’re a hypocrite,” Taehyung continues, his gaze fixed on Jungkook now, unwavering. “You act like you’re better than guys who treat her like shit, like you’re the only one who actually gets her but you just proved you’re exactly the same.”

Jungkook’s chest tightens because that hurts not because it’s unfair but because it isn’t.“And honestly?” Taehyung adds, his voice dropping slightly, less angry but heavier now, more honest than anything else, “you don’t deserve her.”

Jungkook’s head snaps up slightly at that, something flickering across his face for a split second.But he doesn’t argue because deep down he knows that too.Taehyung shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he exhales.

“She deserved someone who would’ve shut that shit down immediately,” he says. “Someone who wouldn’t let anyone talk about her like that let alone join in.”Jungkook swallows hard, his throat tight, his chest feeling heavier with every word.

“But instead,” Taehyung finishes, his voice quieter now but still firm, “she got you.” And that that’s what finally breaks through whatever was left of Jungkook’s composure.

Because for the first time since it happened he doesn’t just feel like he lost you he understands why. The tension in the room is still thick, heavy, almost suffocating after Taehyung’s last words, the silence stretching just long enough for Jungkook to feel it sink deeper into his bones and then the door slams open.

It bursts inward so hard it hits the wall with a sharp crack, both Jungkook and Taehyung snapping their heads toward it instantly.Jimin stands there.

Chest rising and falling hard, eyes dark, locked straight onto Jungkook with a kind of anger that isn’t loud but dangerous. The kind that doesn’t need words to explain itself.For a split second, no one moves the air shifts.

Jungkook barely has time to register him standing there before Jimin closes the distance in long, quick strides and his fist connects, hard.

Jungkook’s head jerks to the side with the impact, the force knocking him off balance as he stumbles back a step, a sharp, surprised breath leaving him as pain flares across his jaw. It’s sudden, disorienting, his brain struggling to catch up with what just happened as his hand comes up instinctively to his face.

“What the fuck—?” he breathes out, stunned more than anything, his voice rough as he looks back at Jimin.But Jimin doesn’t look any calmer. If anything, he looks worse.

“What the fuck?” Jimin repeats, his voice low but seething, every word laced with barely controlled fury as he steps forward again. “Don’t you fucking know what you did?”There’s no confusion in his tone.

Jungkook’s expression hardens almost immediately, the shock fading just enough for something defensive, something sharp to take its place. His jaw tightens, his chest still heaving slightly as he straightens up, his pride kicking in before anything else can.

“And you do?” he shoots back, his voice just as rough, just as heated. Before Taehyung can even react, Jungkook steps forward and swings back.

His fist lands against Jimin’s face this time, not as clean but just as forceful, the impact echoing slightly in the small room as Jimin stumbles a fraction before steadying himself again.

“You’re not one to fucking talk,” Jungkook spits, his anger flaring now, mixing with everything else already boiling inside him. “Didn’t you break up with her just to go fuck around with some other girl in the States, you douchebag?”

The words come out harsh and accusing.Years of assumptions, of things left unsaid, finally spilling out in the worst possible moment.Jimin’s head snaps back slightly at that, not from the force but from the sheer audacity of it.

“What are you on about?” he snaps, his brows furrowing deeply as he takes a step closer again, his anger now mixed with confusion. “I didn’t get with anyone after her.”Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slightly like he doesn’t believe a word of it.

“Yeah? Then what the fuck is that?” he shoots back immediately.His hands move quickly as he pulls out his phone, unlocking it with rough, impatient movements before shoving the screen toward Jimin, the image already pulled up like he’s looked at it more times than he’d like to admit.

Jimin’s eyes flick down to it and for a second just a second his expression shifts but disbelief and then frustration.

“That’s my fucking cousin, Jungkook,” Jimin snaps, his voice sharper now, incredulous as he looks back up at him.The words hit harder than any punch.

Jungkook freezes for half a second, his grip tightening slightly around his phone, his mind stalling as it tries to process what Jimin just said.“What?” he mutters, his voice lower now, less certain.

“My cousin,” Jimin repeats, slower this time, his tone still edged with anger but clearer, like he can’t believe he even has to explain it. “She moved there for college. I was helping her settle in. That picture got taken out of context like everything else.”Silence crashes into the room again.

Jungkook’s chest tightens, something twisting painfully inside him as the realization starts settling in. All this time verything you believed and everything he believed was wrong.And before he can even respond, Jimin steps closer again, his gaze hard, unrelenting.

“And even if it wasn’t,” he adds, his voice dropping slightly but losing none of its intensity, “you don’t get to stand here and bring up my mistakes like it makes yours any better.” That lands harder than anything else because there’s no argument there.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t speak, his mind too loud now, too caught up in everything crashing together at once.

Jimin’s fists tighten at his sides again, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface as he takes another step forward, clearly not done, his body tensing like he’s about to swing again but Taehyung moves fast this time.

He steps in between them, one hand coming up against Jimin’s chest, the other pushing slightly against Jungkook to keep distance between them.

“Enough,” Taehyung snaps, his voice firm, cutting through the tension sharply as he looks between the two of them. “This isn’t fixing shit.”

Jimin exhales sharply through his nose, his chest still rising and falling hard, his eyes locked on Jungkook over Taehyung’s shoulder, anger still burning strong. Jungkook doesn’t move either but whatever was fueling him before it’s gone.

Replaced by something heavier something worse. because now it’s not just about what he said tonight it ’s about everything he got wrong .Everything you went through everything he never understood.

And standing there, with Taehyung between them and Jimin’s anger still radiating through the room Jungkook feels it sink in deeper than ever before. He didn’t just hurt you tonight he’s been failing you for a long time.

Jimin doesn’t calm down Even with Taehyung standing between them, even with the distance forced between their bodies, the anger doesn’t leave his face it settles deeper, sharper, more controlled, the kind that doesn’t explode again because it doesn’t need to.

His chest rises slowly as he drags in a breath, his gaze locked on Jungkook like he’s seeing him clearly for the first time and hating what he sees.“You’ve done her so damn wrong,” Jimin says, his voice lower now, but heavier, every word landing with intention.

Jungkook doesn’t respond he just stands there, shoulders stiff, jaw tight, taking it. Because something in Jimin’s tone tells him this isn’t just anger it’s truth.

“She’s been there for you,” Jimin continues, his brows pulling together slightly, frustration bleeding into his expression now, like he can’t wrap his head around it. “Through everything. Always around, always showing up, always giving a damn even when she didn’t have to.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens. Memories flash without permission your voice, your laugh, the way you’d sit next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.Jimin doesn’t stop

“She’s been your best friend,” he adds, sharper this time, like the title itself should mean something more than it apparently did. “Do you even understand what that means? Or did you just take it for granted like everything else?”

Jungkook’s fingers twitch slightly at his sides, but he stays silent, his chest feeling heavier with every word.

“She cared about you,” Jimin goes on, his voice tightening now, emotion threading through it, not just anger but something deeper, something protective. “Not casually not halfway she cared in a way people don’t just throw around.”

Taehyung glances at Jungkook briefly, but Jungkook doesn’t look back because Jimin isn’t wrong.

“And the worst part?” Jimin exhales sharply, shaking his head slightly, like this is the part that really gets under his skin. “She loves you.”That word hits harder than anything else.

loves

Not liked

Not cared

Loved

Jungkook’s chest tightens painfully, his breath catching slightly as Jimin steps just a little closer, his gaze unwavering.

“She loves you way too much,” Jimin says, quieter now, but somehow even more intense, like he’s not just saying it he’s accusing him with it. “Haven’t you seen that? Haven’t you ever noticed it?”Jungkook swallows hard.

Because now now he has , too late.Images flood his mind, things he brushed off before, things he never questioned.The way your face would light up the second you saw him, no matter how your day had been.The way your attention always drifted back to him, even in a room full of people.The way you stayed always.

“For her, it’s always been you,” Jimin continues, his voice steady now, controlled but no less heavy. “When you walk into a room, her entire face changes. It’s like someone flipped a switch.”Jungkook’s eyes drop slightly, his chest tightening with every word.

“She looks at you,” Jimin adds, slower this time, like he wants it to sink in properly, “like you hung the damn stars in the sky.”That breaks something because Jungkook can see it now so clearly it almost hurts.

All those moments he ignored all those looks he didn’t question all those chances he never even realized he had. And now they’re gone .Silence settles in the room again, but it’s not empty.

Jimin watches him for a second longer, his expression still hard, but something else flickers there too something quieter, something almost tired.

“And if—” he starts, his voice lowering again, more deliberate now, “if she ever gives you another chance” he pauses just long enough for the weight of it to settle. “…don’t you dare waste it.” a warning.

“Because if you do,” Jimin continues, his gaze sharpening again as he straightens slightly, “I won’t hesitate.”Jungkook looks up then finally meeting his eyes. And whatever he sees there it’s enough to make his chest tighten all over again.

“I’ll take her away from you,” Jimin finishes, his voice firm, unwavering. “And this time, I won’t let go.”Jimin steps back then, the tension in his shoulders still there but controlled now, like he’s said everything he needed to say. He doesn’t look at Taehyung, doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t wait for a response.

He just turns and walks out.The door swings shut behind him with a quieter click than before.

─── next morning ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You wake up feeling like absolute shit .Not the kind that goes away with water or sleep or pretending everything is fine the kind that sits heavy in your chest, pressing down on you the second your eyes open, reminding you that yesterday wasn’t a nightmare you can just shake off.

It happened every single second of it. The slap the words the look on his face and the worst part the things he said.Your head throbs faintly as you stare at the ceiling of Nayoung’s room, the unfamiliar comforter tangled around your legs, your body still heavy from exhaustion but your mind already racing.

You barely slept, maybe an hour at most, and even that was broken, restless, filled with flashes of his voice and your own breaking over it.You shouldn’t have checked your phone you knew you shouldn’t have but you did anyway.

And that’s when everything gets worse because it’s everywhere. The campus blog ,group chats and stories.A video your hands start shaking slightly as you tap on it, your stomach already dropping before it even loads.It’s blurry, taken from a distance, but it’s clear enough.

You standing there crying.Your voice raised just enough to catch parts of what you said.

his face

the slap

the tension

the humiliation

Captured recorded and shared.Your breath catches in your throat as the video ends, your fingers freezing around your phone like you don’t even know what to do with it anymore. And then the comments they’re worse way worse. You scroll you don’t even know why.Maybe some part of you hopes it won’t be that bad. It is.

“damn she really lost it over a guy 💀”

“isn’t she the one who hops from guy to guy?? not surprised tbh”

“nah but the way she slapped him 😭😭 bold for no reason”

“he lowkey ate her up tho”

“this is actually sad you can tell she was hurt”

“bro jungkook looked confused as hell 😭”

“she embarrassed herself fr”

“idc what anyone says he shouldn’t have said that about her”

“y’all are weird for posting this”

“ngl i feel bad for her”

“attention seeker energy”

“nah she was crying crying… that wasn’t fake”

Your vision blurs you don’t even realize when the tears start again. It’s just sudden and overwhelming. Your chest tightens as you drop your phone onto the bed beside you, your hands coming up to cover your face as a broken sob escapes before you can stop it.

“Fuck” you choke out, your shoulders shaking slightly this is worse than last night because last night, it was just him. Just that moment and now it’s everyone. Everyone has seen it rveryone has an opinion everyone thinks they know you.You feel exposed, humiliated and small.

Like your entire life just got reduced to a few seconds of a video people are laughing at.“I hate this,” you whisper, your voice cracking as you curl in on yourself slightly, your body trembling under the weight of it all. “I hate this so much”

The door opens quickly Nayoung must’ve heard you. She rushes in without hesitation, her expression immediately shifting the moment she sees you breaking down like that. “Hey hey,” she says quickly, moving toward you and sitting beside you on the bed, pulling you into her without a second thought.

You don’t resist you just fall into her, your face pressing into her shoulder as you cry harder now, your fingers clutching onto her shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Fuck those people,” Nayoung mutters, her voice firm as she wraps her arms around you tightly, one hand coming up to gently rub your back. “Seriously, fuck every single one of them. They don’t know shit.”You shake your head weakly, your breathing uneven.

“They’re all watching ” you manage to get out, your voice muffled. “They’re all talking about it about me—”

“Let them,” she cuts in immediately, pulling back just enough to look at you, her expression serious. “They’ll move on in like two days to the next drama. You think any of them actually matter? They don’t.”You don’t respond.

And to make it worse your phone lights up again.You don’t even need to look to know who it is. Jungkook again calls and messages , missed calls stacked one after another. You saw them last night and this morning you ignored every single one and you’re going to keep ignoring them.

Because right now you don’t fucking care or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.Your jaw tightens slightly as you reach over and flip your phone screen-down on the bed, like even seeing his name is enough to set you off again.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you say quietly, your voice still shaky but firmer now. “I don’t want to see him. I don’t want anything to do with him.”Nayoung nods immediately.“Then don’t,” she says simply. “You don’t owe him shit.” and she’s right you don’t.

Not after everything he said not after the way he looked at you and still chose to stay silent.You swallow hard, your chest still aching, your emotions sitting too close to the surface as you try to steady yourself.

“I hate him,” you whisper, even though the words feel heavier than you expected because hate isn’t simple. But right now, it’s easier to hold onto than anything else.Before Nayoung can respond, the doorbell rings. Both of you freeze for a second your heart jumps slightly, your body tensing instinctively.

For a split second you think it’s him your stomach twists.“Nayoung” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.“I got it,” she replies immediately, already standing up, her tone reassuring as she gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before heading out of the room.

You stay where you are your hands twisting slightly in the fabric of the blanket, your breathing still uneven as you listen to her footsteps moving toward the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting don’t know what you’re hoping for. But when you hear Nayoung’s voice from outside

“OH hi.” you frown slightly that wasn’t the reaction you expected there’s a pause. Then footsteps coming closer and a familiar voice Jimin.

Your head lifts slightly just as he steps into the room, a paper bag in one hand, his expression softening the second he sees you sitting there, eyes red, face tear streaked, completely wrecked.He doesn’t say anything immediately just looks at you for a second.

Taking it in then he walks in properly, holding the bag up slightly.“Brought breakfast,” he says quietly.And for some reason that almost makes you cry all over again.

─── jungkook’s pov ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Jungkook barely sleeps.

If he does, it’s shallow, restless, the kind where his body shuts down for a bit but his mind doesn’t, still replaying everything from the night before in fragments that don’t let him breathe properly even in his dreams. So when morning comes, it doesn’t feel like a fresh start it just feels like a continuation of the same mess.

The first thing he does is check his phone and that’s when it hits him all over again. The video everywhere. Campus blog, reposts, group chats his notifications flooded, not just with messages but with tags, mentions, people sending him clips like it’s entertainment, like it’s something funny.

His jaw tightens as he watches it you crying your voice breaking. His own face in the frame, looking exactly like what he was someone who didn’t say a word when it mattered.His grip around the phone tightens. Then the comments and the second he starts reading, something dark settles in his chest. People laughing mocking you twisting things they don’t understand.

Talking about you like they know you like they have any right.“Fucking idiots” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough as he exhales sharply.Before he can even think twice, his fingers start moving.

stop talking shit about her. you don’t even know her.

He posts it

He tosses his phone onto the bed and runs a hand through his hair, his chest still tight as he gets up, forcing himself to move, to do something instead of just sitting there drowning in it.Getting ready feels mechanical , automatic.Like his body knows what to do but his mind is somewhere else entirely.

And then without overthinking it too much he stops by a flower shop on the way blush peonies, your favorite.He remembers that without hesitation of course he does.The irony almost makes him sick.

By the time he reaches your apartment, his heart is already pounding harder than it should, his steps slowing slightly as he stands in front of your door, staring at it like it might open before he even knocks. It doesn’t he lifts his hand anyway.

Knocks once then again and waits nothing but silence. His jaw tightens as he tries again, a little louder this time, his chest rising sharply as he listens for any movement inside still nothing.He knows what that means you’re not there.

Or you are

And you’re choosing not to open the door either way, it lands the same.He exhales slowly, the air leaving his lungs heavier than it should as he looks down at the flowers in his hand for a second before crouching slightly, placing them carefully in front of your door.

He hesitates just for a second.Then pulls out his phone, typing something quickly before slipping the small note beside the bouquet.He doesn’t linger doesn’t knock again.

By the time he reaches campus, it’s worse people are staring not even trying to hide it.Whispers follow him as he walks past, fragments of conversations catching in his ears, enough to know exactly what they’re about without needing to hear the full sentence.

“That’s him—”

“Did you see—”

“Bro the video—”

His jaw clenches as he keeps walking, his gaze fixed ahead, his hands shoved into his pockets like that’ll ground him somehow.He ignores it or at least tries to.Because there’s only one thing on his mind right now you.

He makes his way toward your department building, his steps quicker now, more purposeful, his eyes scanning the area the moment he gets closer.And then he spots her nayoung.Relief flickers for half a second before tension replaces it.

He walks up to her immediately, not bothering to ease into it, not bothering with anything casual. “Where is she?” he asks, his voice direct, a little too tight.Nayoung turns toward him slowly and the second she recognizes him her expression hardens.“Don’t,” she says immediately, her tone sharp enough to stop him in his tracks. “Don’t even start.”

Jungkook exhales, running a hand through his hair again, frustration and desperation mixing together in a way that makes it hard to stay composed.“I just need to talk to her,” he says, his voice lower now, but urgent. “Please.”Nayoung lets out a dry laugh, shaking her head slightly like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Talk?” she repeats, her brows lifting. “You think she wants to talk to you right now?”Jungkook swallows hard, his chest tightening again.“I messed up,” he admits, his voice quieter now, more raw than before. “I know I did I just I need one chance. Just one.”

Nayoung stares at him for a second really looks at him. Like she’s trying to decide something.“You should’ve thought about that before you opened your mouth,” she says bluntly.Jungkook flinches slightly at that but doesn’t back down.

“Please,” he tries again, his voice cracking just a little now despite himself. “Just let me see her. I’ll fix it I’ll”

“You won’t,” Nayoung cuts him off, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “Because she doesn’t want to see you.”He shakes his head slightly, like he doesn’t want to believe it.“You don’t know that,” he says quickly.Nayoung’s expression turns colder.

“I do,” she replies. “Because I’m the one who was there while she was crying her eyes out because of you.”Jungkook doesn’t have a response for that.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Nayoung repeats, slower this time, making sure it sinks in. “Not today not tomorrow not even if you were dying right in front of her.” That one hits differently

His chest tightens painfully, his throat going dry as the words settle in but Nayoung isn’t done.“So do yourself a favor,” she adds, her voice steady, unyielding, “and stay away from her.”There’s nothing left to say after that not really.

Jungkook just stands there for a second, his mind blank, his chest heavy, his hands clenched slightly at his sides. Then Nayoung turns and walks away leaving him standing there alone.By the time Jungkook reaches his class, whatever energy he had left is gone.

It’s like everything from the morning the video, the comments, the empty hallway outside your apartment, Nayoung’s words has piled up on top of him, pressing down harder with every step he takes.

His head feels heavy, his chest tight, and the noise around him only makes it worse. People don’t even bother pretending anymore; the stares are obvious now, conversations lowering just enough when he passes by but not enough to hide what they’re talking about.

He just wants to get through the day without losing whatever little control he has left.But the moment he steps into the corridor near his classroom he sees her Yebin.

Leaning casually against the wall like she’s been waiting, her expression brightening the second she spots him, her entire demeanor shifting into something soft, sweet, almost rehearsed.

“Jungkook,” she calls, pushing herself off the wall and walking toward him with a small smile, her voice lighter than usual, like nothing ever happened. “Hey I was looking for you.”

He doesn’t stop.But she catches up anyway, falling into step beside him, close enough that it feels intentional.“You didn’t reply to my texts,” she continues, her tone almost playful, like she’s trying to ease into a conversation that doesn’t exist anymore. “I was worried.”

That’s when he stops abruptly. The suddenness of it makes her pause too, her smile faltering just slightly as he turns to look at her properly for the first time. And there’s nothing soft in his expression nothing warm just exhaustion.And something colder underneath.

“Didn’t I ask you to stay away from me, Yebin?” he says, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the hallway noise around them. Her brows knit together slightly, surprise flickering across her face, like she didn’t expect that reaction, like she thought whatever happened last night would just pass.

“Jungkook” she starts, her tone shifting, a hint of defensiveness creeping in.“Leave me alone,” he adds, more firmly this time, his jaw tightening as he holds her gaze.For a second, she doesn’t respond.

Then she lets out a small breath, shaking her head slightly as if she’s the one dealing with something unreasonable.

“You’re acting like this because of her?” she says, her voice quieter now but edged with something sharper. “After everything? She’s the one who embarrassed you in front of everyone, Jungkook she literally abandoned you there.”

The words hit wrong so wrong that something in his chest snaps before he can even think.“Don’t,” he says immediately, his tone dropping, warning clear in it. But Yebin doesn’t stop.

“She always does this,” she continues, her voice gaining confidence, like she thinks she’s making a point, like she’s right. “Pushes people away, acts like she doesn’t care, and then suddenly—”

“That’s enough.”His voice cuts through hers, louder this time, sharper, turning a few heads nearby.Yebin blinks, taken aback, but he’s already stepped closer, his expression hardening in a way she’s never seen before.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he says, each word deliberate, controlled but filled with something simmering underneath. “You don’t even know her.”The hallway around them grows quieter, the shift in tone drawing attention whether he wants it or not.

Yebin glances around briefly, clearly noticing it too, but Jungkook doesn’t care not anymore.“It’s my fault,” he continues, his voice tightening slightly, his chest rising with the effort of holding everything in. “Whatever happened it’s on me not her.”

Yebin’s expression shifts again, confusion mixing with frustration now, like she can’t understand why he’s turning this on himself.“Jungkook, calm down,” she says quickly, her voice dropping as she steps a little closer, her hand reaching out like she’s trying to steady him. “People are watching.”

And that’s what does it.Something ugly twists in his chest, anger flaring up again, hotter this time, more reckless.“I’m not fucking keeping quiet,” he snaps, his voice louder now, carrying across the hallway without restraint.A few more heads turn whispers start he doesn’t care because for once, the noise around him doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters except the fact that he let someone stand there and tear you apart and now she’s trying to do it again like she has the right.And he’s not letting it happen.

Yebin freezes slightly, clearly not expecting that reaction, her hand dropping back to her side as her lips part like she’s about to say something else.But Jungkook doesn’t give her the chance.

He steps back, breaking whatever space was between them, his jaw still tight, his chest still rising unevenly as he shakes his head slightly, like he’s done with this, done with her, done with everything that led him here.

Then he turns and walks away leaving her standing there in the middle of the hallway, the attention she tried to avoid now fully on her instead.

The days that follow don’t feel like days to Jungkook they feel like something stretched out, hollow, endless, each hour dragging into the next with no real sense of time, no sense of progress, just the same suffocating weight sitting in his chest from the moment he wakes up to the moment he finally forces himself to sleep.

He tries everything, genuinely everything, like a man grasping at anything that might even remotely lead him back to you, but every attempt ends the same way with silence. He goes back to your apartment more times than he can count, at different hours like maybe he’ll catch you off guard, maybe you’ll open the door if you don’t expect him, maybe he’ll just get one chance to see your face, to say something anything

but the door never opens, the hallway remains empty, and the only proof that he was ever there are the blush peonies he keeps replacing every day, fresh ones because he remembers you hate when flowers wilt, along with small notes he slips beside them, messy handwriting that starts off somewhat composed and slowly turns desperate over the days please just hear me out, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean a single word I said, I’ll fix this, I swear I will, I’ll do anything, just don’t shut me out like this.

His phone becomes an extension of that desperation, messages stacking one after another in your chat despite never getting a reply, the timestamps turning into a painful reminder of how long it’s been since you last said anything to him

his texts ranging from apologies to explanations to moments where he doesn’t even know what to say anymore except please, just that one word sitting there, raw and stripped of any pride he once had he calls too, more than he should, more than he ever thought he would, each attempt ending the same way with the call cutting off, your silence louder than any rejection he could’ve heard.

He tries reaching you through other ways too, lingering outside your department building even when he knows Nayoung will shut him down, asking mutual friends who either avoid answering or flat out tell him to stop, even going as far as sitting in places he knows you used to like, the library corner, the café near campus, hoping you might show up out of habit but you don’t, and every empty chair, every missed chance only makes the absence feel heavier.

By the middle of the week, the version of Jungkook people are used to seeing the confident one, the one who has it together, the one who knows exactly what he’s doing starts slipping away completely, replaced by someone quieter, someone who barely speaks unless spoken to, someone who shows up to class but doesn’t really be there, his focus gone, his energy drained, his eyes constantly tired like he hasn’t slept properly in days.

He stops caring about what he wears, throws on whatever is closest without thinking, his hair left messy, his usual attention to detail disappearing entirely, and people notice it’s not subtle but he doesn’t care enough to fix it, doesn’t care enough about anything except the fact that you’re not there anymore, that the one person who filled every part of his day so naturally is now completely out of reach.

He finds himself going back to old habits without even realizing it, sitting alone more often, keeping his head down, avoiding unnecessary conversations, slipping back into that quieter, almost invisible version of himself he used to be before you came into his life and pulled him out of it piece by piece, and the realization of that alone is enough to make his chest tighten because it only reminds him of what he lost and who he lost it with.

It’s not just about missing you it’s about feeling like everything that made his life warmer, louder, better somehow left with you, leaving behind something dull and empty that he doesn’t know how to fix.

By the end of the week, the silence becomes unbearable, not because it’s new, but because it hasn’t changed, not even a little, and that’s when it truly sinks in not just that you’re ignoring him, but that you mean it, that you’re choosing to stay away, that you might actually be serious about never wanting to see him again.

and that thought settles in his chest like something heavy and permanent, making it harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to function in a way that feels normal.It feels dramatic, it feels ridiculous even but it also feels real in a way he can’t ignore.

Because without you it genuinely feels like he’s falling apart.By Saturday night, Jungkook isn’t expecting anything anymore.

Not a message, not a call, not even a glimpse of you across campus like before he’s gotten used to the absence in the worst way possible, the kind that settles into his routine until it feels permanent, like this is just how things are now.

So when he ends up at the party, it’s not because he wants to be there, not because he’s in the mood to drink or socialize or pretend like everything is fine it’s because Taehyung dragged him out, said something about him looking like a ghost all week, about needing to get out before he completely loses it, and Jungkook didn’t have the energy to argue.

The music is loud, the place crowded, bodies moving, people laughing, lights flashing but none of it really registers to him at first, not properly, not until he sees you and everything else fades.

You’re standing across the room, surrounded by people, laughing actually laughing, not forced, not strained, but real, the kind of laugh that used to come so easily around him, and for a second, it hits him so hard it almost knocks the breath out of him.

You look like yourself. Not broken, not crying, not the version of you he left behind that night but whole, put together, glowing in a way that feels unfair considering how wrecked he’s been without you.You look beautiful effortlessly so and carefree.

Like none of it touched you like he didn’t touch you. Something in his chest twists at that, but at the same time, there’s a small, quiet part of him that feels relief, that feels glad that you’re not hurting the way he imagined you were all week, that maybe you’re okay even if he’s not.

He finds himself smiling faintly just for a second. Before reality settles back in.And then he’s moving.

He doesn’t overthink it this time, doesn’t give himself the chance to hesitate or back out, because if he does, he knows he won’t go through with it, so he just walks straight toward you, weaving through the crowd until he’s close enough that you finally notice him.

Your eyes meet his and whatever he expected its not this there’s no softness no emotion at all, really. Just indifference.“Can we talk?” he asks, his voice coming out quieter than he intended, careful, like he’s stepping on fragile ground.

You don’t even blink.“We’re talking now,” you reply flatly, your tone almost bored, like this is an inconvenience more than anything else.

Jungkook exhales slightly, glancing around at the people nearby, the noise, the attention already starting to shift toward them.“Not here,” he says, a little more urgently this time, lowering his voice. “Can we go somewhere else?”

You shake your head immediately.“No,” you say, crossing your arms slightly, your expression unchanged. “Either you say it here or don’t say it at all.”There’s no room for negotiation just a wall.

Jungkook swallows hard, his chest tightening as he looks at you for a second longer, like he’s trying to find something anything in your face that isn’t so closed off.But there’s nothing so he nods slowly. And then before his brain can catch up with what he’s doing he drops to his knees.

Right there in front of you the shift is immediate.The noise around you dips, conversations falter, heads turn, the crowd sensing something happening, something worth watching, and within seconds, attention gathers like it always does, people pausing, whispering, pulling out their phones again.

Jungkook doesn’t care.He looks up at you, his chest rising and falling unevenly, his hands resting awkwardly on his thighs, his pride long gone, his voice steady only because he’s forcing it to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words simple but heavy, carrying everything he hasn’t been able to say all week. “For what I said for what I didn’t say for standing there and letting people talk about you like that.”Your expression doesn’t change.

“I was wrong,” he continues, his voice tightening slightly despite himself. “Every single thing I said I didn’t mean it not a word i was just ” he exhales, frustrated with himself, searching for something that makes sense, “I was trying to impress someone who didn’t even matter, and I ended up hurting the only person who ever did.”

There are murmurs now whispers spreading through the crowd but he keeps going because he has to.“I’ve been trying to reach you all week,” he says, his gaze not leaving yours, even when it hurts to hold it. “Calling, texting, going to your place I know you saw it i know you ignored it and you have every right to.”

Still nothing from you still that same unreadable look.“But I can’t just leave it like this,” he adds, his voice softer now, more raw, less controlled. “Not when I know I’m the one who ruined everything.”He pauses for a second.Then says the one thing he’s never said out loud before.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he admits, his voice quieter now but steady, the truth sitting heavy between you. “Since we were kids i just I didn’t think I ever had a chance you were always you and I was just”He lets out a small, breathless laugh.

“Me”A few people in the crowd shift slightly, the atmosphere thick with attention now, but Jungkook doesn’t look away.

“I thought if I moved on,” he continues, “if I tried to like someone else, if I just got over it it would be easier that’s why I went after Yebin not because I actually felt something real but because I thought it would make it go away.”

Your face doesn’t soften and that’s when it hits him he might already be too late.He swallows hard, his voice quieter now.“But it never did,” he finishes. “It was always you.”Silence lingers for a second.

And then you laugh but sharply almost like it’s funny. Jungkook freezes because that’s the last reaction he expected.You tilt your head slightly, looking down at him like he’s said something ridiculous, something not even worth taking seriously.

“Don’t act like you’re sorry or in love with me or something, babe,” you say, your tone laced with sarcasm, the word babe sounding more like an insult than anything else. “It doesn’t suit you.”A few people around you shift uncomfortably.

But you don’t stop “Nerds like you shouldn’t be hanging around people who ‘fuck around’ so casually, right?” you continue, your voice mocking now, echoing his own words back at him in a way that hits harder than anything else. “Or wait what was the word you used?”

You pretend to think for a second.Then shrug lightly “Whore?” you say, your voice flat again. “Slut?”Jungkook’s chest tightens painfully, his face paling slightly as the words hit him all over again this time from your mouth.

“And if you’re so sorry,” you add, your gaze sharpening slightly, your voice dropping just enough to cut deeper, “if you love me so much”You take a small step closer“Why don’t you fucking go away?”

For a moment after your question, the world around Jungkook feels like it’s gone completely still, like all the noise and movement and people watching have faded into something distant and muffled, because all he can focus on is you standing in front of him, looking at him like he’s someone you don’t recognize anymore and maybe don’t even want to.

His throat feels dry, his chest tight, but he doesn’t look away not this time.Because if there’s one thing he’s not going to do again, it’s stay silent when it matters.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” he says, his voice low at first but steady, each word deliberate like he’s forcing them past everything sitting heavy in his chest. “And I’m not going to stop trying either.”A few people in the crowd shift again, the tension thickening, but Jungkook doesn’t even register it now.

“I know I don’t deserve it,” he continues, his gaze fixed on yours, unwavering despite the way your expression hasn’t softened even a little. “I know I screwed everything up, and I know saying sorry isn’t enough but I’m going to prove it I’ll make it right. I’ll make sure you know that what I feel for you is real.”

There’s something raw in his voice now, something unpolished and honest in a way he’s never been before, like he’s stripped himself down to nothing but the truth and is just offering it, even if it gets rejected.But you don’t respond with words instead, you lift your drink.And for a split second, Jungkook doesn’t understand what you’re about to do.

Until you do it the liquid hits his face without warning, cold and sudden, dripping down from his hair to his jaw, soaking into his shirt as the crowd around you reacts in sharp murmurs and hushed gasps, the moment snapping into something louder, messier, harder to ignore.

Jungkook doesn’t move he just stays there, still on his knees, eyes lifting back to you slowly as the drink runs down his skin, his chest rising unevenly.You crouch down in front of him then, bringing yourself to his level, your gaze sharp, your expression completely unbothered in a way that makes it worse.

“This?” you say, your voice quiet but cutting straight through him. “This is nothing compared to what you did to me.”Each word lands heavy and unforgiving.“And for punching Jimin,” you add, your tone hardening slightly, your eyes not leaving his for even a second.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his hands curling slightly against his thighs, but he stays silent, listening because he knows he has to.

“Jimin is far better than you,” you continue, your voice steady, almost too calm for the weight of what you’re saying. “And it’s none of your damn business if he hugs me or kisses me or if we sleep together or even get back together.”

Something in Jungkook’s chest twists sharply at that, his breath catching for just a second, the words hitting deeper than he expected, but he doesn’t interrupt you “And you don’t get to act like you have a say in it,” you finish, your tone final, like you’re drawing a line he can’t cross anymore.

Jungkook swallows, his voice quieter now when he finally speaks, almost like it’s being dragged out of him.“I was jealous,” he admits.

“Whatever,” you say, straightening up again, your expression completely dismissive now, like his words don’t carry any weight anymore. “Loser.” And then you walk away just like that. Leaving him there, still on his knees, soaked, humiliated, surrounded by people who are watching, whispering, judging

But none of it compares to the emptiness that settles in his chest as he watches you disappear into the crowd. Because this time he knows je didn’t just hurt you he broke something he might never get back.

─── one month later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A month passes, but for Jungkook it doesn’t feel like time moving forward it feels like being stuck in the same moment over and over again, just replayed in different settings, different days, different attempts that all end the same way with you walking past him like he’s invisible, like he’s just another person in the crowd and not the one who used to know every little thing about you.

And yethe doesn’t stop if anything, he becomes more consistent, more stubborn about it, like he’s decided that no matter how long it takes, no matter how many times you ignore him, he’s not going anywhere not this time, not after everything he’s already lost.Every morning, without fail, there are flowers outside your apartment not random ones your favorites.

Blush peonies, always fresh, always carefully chosen, never wilted, because he remembers how you once complained about how people leave flowers only to forget about them later, how you said it felt meaningless if they weren’t taken care of.

So he replaces them every single day, quietly, before you even step out, sometimes earlier than he should, just to make sure they’re there when you open the door.The notes change too.

They’re no longer desperate the way they were in the first week, no longer filled with frantic apologies or messy sentences that barely make sense they’re calmer now, more honest, more patient.

I’m still here

You don’t have to forgive me today

I’ll wait

Eat properly, please

You have your presentation today good luck

He doesn’t sign them he knows you’ll know.On campus, he doesn’t try to corner you anymore doesn’t block your path doesn’t force conversations you clearly don’t want to have.Instead, he shows up in quieter ways.

If you forget your notes in class, they somehow end up on your desk the next day, neatly organized, highlighted exactly the way you like them.

If a professor suddenly assigns extra work, Jungkook’s already emailed you a breakdown of it before you even realize how complicated it is, simplified in a way only he knows how to do ( even though he is an aerospace engineer major )

If someone talks shit about you even slightly it doesn’t last not anymore because Jungkook doesn’t stay silent now.He shuts it down immediately, whether it’s in group chats, in class, or in passing conversations, his voice calm but firm in a way that makes people think twice before saying anything again.

He doesn’t look at you when he does it doesn’t expect you to notice but he does it anyway.He also changes not in the performative way he used to, not in the way that was meant to impress someone else but in a quieter, more grounded way, like he’s trying to become someone better not just for you, but because he finally understands what it means to be someone worth staying for.

He studies more seriously again, returns to the version of himself he abandoned somewhere along the way, but this time there’s something different about it something steadier, less insecure, less dependent on validation.

He stops chasing attention stops trying to prove himself to people who don’t matter stops pretending. And maybe the biggest thing he gives you space even when it clearly kills him.

He watches you from a distance sometimes, not in a creepy way, but in the quiet moments where your paths cross naturally, his gaze soft but restrained, like he’s reminding himself not to step closer, not to push when you’ve made it clear you don’t want him near.

And you don’t budge not once not when you see the flower not when you read the notes.Not when you notice the small things he does.Your expression stays the same guarded, distant, unmoved and it drives him insane in the most silent, suffocating way possible.

But still he doesn’t stop because stopping would mean accepting that he’s lost you for good.And he’s not ready to do that not yet.

As for Yebin that situation doesn’t stay buried either. It starts small fragments of truth slipping out, things Jungkook initially keeps to himself until one day, something in him just snaps not out of anger this time, but out of clarity.

Because he finally understands something he didn’t before Yebin was never about him she was about you. Jealousy and resentment agrudge that had nothing to do with anything you actually did.

Apparently, her ex boyfriend someone you barely even paid attention to had fallen for you, hard enough to break things off with her, and instead of dealing with that like a normal person, she held onto it, twisted it, let it grow into something ugly enough that when she saw you again, she decided to hurt you the only way she knew how.

By using him by feeding into his worst moments by turning him into a weapon against you. And Jungkook he hates himself for falling into it for letting it happen for being part of the reason you got hurt.So he fixes it the only way he can.

He makes it public not in a dramatic, messy way but in a controlled, undeniable way.Screenshots messages proof of what Yebin said, what she implied, the way she manipulated things, the way she pushed narratives about you that weren’t true.

He just puts the truth out there and the truth spreads fast faster than rumors faster than lies.The same people who once whispered about you now turn their attention elsewhere, conversations shifting, perspectives changing as everything pieces together in a way that makes it impossible to ignore what actually happened.

Yebin’s reputation doesn’t just take a hit it collapsed xompletely.The same attention she thrived on turns against her, the whispers now about her, the looks no longer admiring but judging, questioning, cold.

And when the university gets involved it gets worse because it’s not just about drama anymore.It’s about conduct and behavior and consequences.She loses her scholarship.

Just like that and with it everything she built here. Jungkook doesn’t feel satisfaction not really.Because none of it changes what happened to you none of it erases the things he said none of it gives him back what he lost.It just settles something insidehim.A quiet understanding that at the very least

He won’t let anyone else hurt you like that again even if you never forgive him.Even if you never look at him the same way even if he has to stand at a distance forever he’ll still choose you every single time.

That day starts like every other for Jungkook quiet, heavy, filled with that same dull ache that has settled into his chest over the past month, something he has learned to carry without complaining because he knows he deserves it, because every second of it feels like a consequence he has no right to escape.

He has something to drop off at the literature department’s staff lounge, something simple, something that shouldn’t matter, but the moment he hears literature department, there’s that small, involuntary pull in his chest, that familiar, stubborn hope that maybe just maybe he’ll see you, even if it’s just for a second, even if you don’t look at him, even if you walk right past him like you’ve been doing.

He tells himself he’s not expecting anything but he is , he always is. Because no matter how many days pass without seeing you, without hearing your voice, without even catching a glimpse of you across campus, some part of him still clings to the idea that you’re there, somewhere nearby, just out of reach but not completely gone.

And that thought that illusion shatters in an instant. He’s just outside the staff lounge when he hears it, not even trying to eavesdrop, not even paying attention at first, just standing there, adjusting his grip on the file in his hands, his mind somewhere else entirelyuntil your name cuts through the air so sharply that it forces his attention back.

“…did you know that [ name ] from my class got into NYU as an exchange student?”The words don’t register immediately.Like his brain doesn’t quite process them fast enough.

But then “She left two days ago.” everything stops. The file in his hands feels suddenly heavier, his fingers tightening around it instinctively as his heartbeat spikes, loud and uneven in his ears, his breath catching in his throat like something just lodged there and refuses to move.

No that doesn’t make sense it doesn’t “…honestly she deserved that,” another voice adds from inside, casual, unaware of the damage being done just outside the door. “She’s an excellent writer she’s going to make a name for herself.”

The words echo and something inside Jungkook snaps. The file slips from his hands hits the ground with a dull thud that sounds louder than it should in the sudden ringing silence in his head, but he doesn’t even look at it, doesn’t register it, doesn’t think twice. Because he’s already moving.

He turns and runs his feet hit the ground hard as he pushes forward, weaving through the corridors, past people who call out in confusion, past everything that would normally slow him down, his chest tightening with every step, his breathing turning uneven almost immediately but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even consider it.

Because what he just heard it can’t be true, it can’t. His mind races, thoughts colliding, overlapping, trying to make sense of something that refuses to settle.You left?No you wouldn’t you wouldn’t just leave not like that.l not without saying anything not without his chest tightens painfully.

Not without telling him “You wouldn’t do that ” he mutters under his breath as he runs, his voice strained, almost like he’s trying to convince himself more than anything else. “You wouldn’t just go”

Right?

His heartbeat pounds harder, his lungs starting to burn, but he keeps going, faster now, like if he gets there soon enough, he’ll prove it wrong, he’ll see your door, your things, something anything that tells him you’re still here.

That this is just a misunderstanding that his brain is messing with him that he’s overthinking that you’re still here please.

By the time he reaches your apartment building, he’s breathless, his chest heaving, his legs already aching from the sudden sprint, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause, just rushes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, his heart racing so fast it feels like it might give out.

He reaches your floor turns the corner and stops because something is wrong your door is open wide and there are boxes. A Strangers a man standing near the entrance, moving things inside like he belongs there.Jungkook’s stomach drops.

No.

No, no, no—

He steps forward slowly at first, his breathing still uneven, his eyes scanning the space like he’s trying to find something familiar, something that proves this is temporary, that you’re still here somewhere, that this isn’t what it looks like.

But there’s nothing mo trace of you no sign just emptiness and someone else filling it.He swallows hard, his throat dry as he approaches the guy, his voice coming out rough, uneven, like it’s being dragged out of him.

“Hey—” he starts, slightly breathless, his words stumbling over each other, “the person who lived here where is she?”

The guy barely looks up at first, too focused on what he’s doing, but then he glances at Jungkook briefly, completely unaware of the storm standing in front of him.

“Oh,” he says casually, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t change everything. “She moved out.”Jungkook freezes.“…when?” he manages to ask, his voice quieter now, almost hollow.

“Two days ago,” the guy replies, already turning back to his boxes like the conversation is over, like it’s just another piece of information, nothing significant.

But for Jungkook it feels like everything caves in at once two days you’ve been gone for two days and he didn’t know didn’t see you didn’t get a chance didn’t get to fix anything didn’t even get to say goodbye.

His chest tightens so hard it hurts, his breathing faltering as he just stands there, staring past the guy, past the open door, into a space that used to be yours and is now nothing.

Empty just like that nd for the first time since all of this started Jungkook realizes something far worse than being ignored you didn’t just shut him out you left.

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𝓣each me | part seven

synopsis : You and Jeon Jungkook have been inseparable since childhood, you, the adored literature student who shines effortlessly, and him, the brilliant but overlooked aerospace engineer who has only ever felt seen by you. When he confesses he’s fallen for Yebin and asks you to help him change confidence, attraction, intimacy you agree, thinking it’s harmless. But practice turns personal, lines blur, and as Jungkook becomes someone the world finally notices, you realize the cost. Helping him become someone else might mean losing the boy who was always yours.

pairings : nerd!jungkook x popularf!reader

genre : child hood friends to lovers, coming of age, university au

word count : 17.9k words

warnings : female reader is lowkey a player, jungkook is a virgin and inexperienced, heavy cursing / explicit language, jealousy / possessiveness, lots of miscommunication and misunderstanding, jungkook walks in on female reader having sex with someone else twice ????? ( ooppsss 🤪 ) oral sex ( giving & receiving ) usage of names like whore, bitch and especially cumslut and fucktoy, public / semi public sex, sub!jungkook → dom!jungkook, rough sex , overstimulation , hicleys ( biting / bruises ) ,corruption kink , power dynamics shift , possible creampie / unprotected sex ,multiple orgasms , begging

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part seven : loose control & misunderstandings

─── flashback ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Back in high school, you and Jimin had existed in the same world but somehow never in the same space. You were both known, both noticed, both the kind of people others gravitated toward without effort. Jimin had been the golden boy of the school, the captain of the football team, always surrounded by people, always carrying himself with that easy confidence that made him seem untouchable.

Teachers liked him, juniors admired him, and his teammates followed him without question. He was loud when he wanted to be, charming without trying, the kind of person who could walk into a room and immediately own it.

And you you were different, but just as visible. You weren’t just popular you were everywhere. Academically strong, effortlessly balancing studies, extracurriculars, events, debates your name was always somewhere on the notice board, always attached to something impressive.

You had your own circle, your own presence, your own kind of confidence that didn’t rely on anyone else. People knew you, respected you, talked about you.But despite all of that you and Jimin had never actually crossed paths not properly.Not until that one random afternoon in the school library.

It had been quieter than usual that day, the kind of quiet that made even the smallest sounds echo faintly between the tall shelves stacked with books. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting soft golden patches across the wooden tables and the polished floor, the air carrying that familiar scent of paper and dust.

You had been standing near the back shelves, one hand braced against the wood as you stretched slightly on your toes, your fingers barely brushing the spine of a book placed just out of reach.“Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, trying again.

The shelf was just high enough to be annoying.You tilted your head, calculating for a second, then tried to jump slightly to grab it and failed.“Seriously?” you whispered, a little irritated now.You glanced around briefly to see if there was a stool nearby, but the closest one was a few shelves away and you were too stubborn to go get it.

So you tried again.This time you stretched a little more, your fingertips grazing the edge of the book and just as you were about to attempt another ridiculous jump a hand reached past you effortlessly. Long fingers wrapped around the book you had been struggling to grab, pulling it off the shelf with ease.

You froze for a second then slowly turned your head. Jimin stood beside you, holding the book casually in his hand like it hadn’t required any effort at all. He glanced down at the cover briefly before looking at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.“This one?” he asked. For a moment you just stared at him.

Not because you didn’t recognize him you did everyone did.But because this was the first time he had ever been this close, the first time you had ever actually interacted with him beyond just knowing of his existence.You cleared your throat slightly, straightening up.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual despite the faint embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Thanks.” He handed it to you without hesitation, his fingers brushing yours briefly as you took it.“No problem,” he said.There was a small pause.

The kind that happens when two people who technically know of each other suddenly find themselves standing face to face for the first time without the usual noise of school life around them. Jimin glanced at the shelf again, then back at you.

“You could’ve just asked for help,” he added lightly. You huffed a small laugh, crossing your arms as you looked up at him.“And miss out on the struggle? No thanks.”That earned a quiet chuckle from him.

“Fair point,” he admitted.You looked down at the book in your hands, brushing your thumb along the edge absentmindedly before glancing back up at him. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” you said.Jimin shrugged slightly.

“Coach made us finish early today,” he replied. “Figured I’d actually do something productive for once.”You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

“In the library?” you teased. “That’s new.”

He smirked a little at that.“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said. “I have a brain too, you know.”

“Debatable,” you shot back immediately.For a second he just looked at you and then he laughed.

And it wasn’t the loud, attention grabbing kind of laugh people usually heard from him on the field or in the hallways it was quieter “Wow,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Didn’t think you were this mean.” You tilted your head, feigning innocence.

“I’m not mean,” you said. “I’m honest.”

“Right,” he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.Another pause settled between you, but this time it didn’t feel awkward it felt easy.Comfortable, in a strange, unexpected way. Jimin glanced at the book in your hands again.

“What’s it about?” he asked.You looked down at it briefly before answering.“Psychology,” you said. “I needed it for an assignment.”He nodded slowly.

“Figures.”You frowned slightly.

“What does that mean?”He shrugged, leaning casually against the shelf beside you.“You just seem like the type,” he said. “Always doing something extra.”You rolled your eyes.

“And you seem like the type who avoids doing anything extra.”

“Hey,” he protested lightly. “That’s not entirely true.” You smirked.“Just mostly.”He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head again.“Okay, maybe.”

The conversation drifted from there, surprisingly natural despite the fact that this was technically your first real interaction. What started as a simple exchange turned into a longer conversation than either of you had expected, the two of you leaning against the shelves, talking about classes, teachers, random things that didn’t matter but somehow felt interesting in the moment.

Time passed without either of you noticing.At some point, someone called Jimin’s name from across the library, breaking the bubble you hadn’t even realized you were in.He glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you.“I should go,” he said.

You nodded slightly “Yeah, same.”There was a brief pause before he straightened up fully.“I’ll see you around?” he said, almost like a question.You met his gaze for a second before nodding.

“Yeah,” you said.And just like that something shifted. Because after that day, you didn’t just exist in the same world anymore.You started noticing each other. And eventually that one small moment in the library turned into something neither of you had planned.

What started as a coincidence slowly turned into something that felt almost intentional, like both of you were quietly adjusting your routines without ever admitting it out loud.The library became your place.

At first, it was just a shared table and occasional conversations, but soon it turned into something more consistent, something expected. You would walk in and instinctively look for him, and more often than not, he was already there, slouched in his chair with a pen in his hand, pretending to study but clearly distracted the second you appeared.

And if, on the rare occasion, he wasn’t there yet, you’d still sit at that same table, your focus drifting every few minutes toward the entrance until he finally walked in like he had somewhere better to be but still chose this.

He started saving you a seat without making it obvious, his bag casually placed on the chair beside him until you arrived, and you started bringing snacks you accidentally bought too much of, sliding them across the table like it didn’t matter when it clearly did.

The conversations came easily, never forced, never awkward, always slipping from one topic to another without either of you noticing how much time had passed.

“Did you even write anything?” you asked one afternoon, glancing at the same empty page he’d been staring at for the last ten minutes.Jimin didn’t even look up, spinning his pen lazily between his fingers. “Yeah.”

You leaned forward slightly, narrowing your eyes at the notebook. “There’s literally nothing there.”He finally looked at you then, completely unfazed. “I’m thinking.”You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You’ve been ‘thinking’ for half an hour.”

“Good things take time,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at his lips.“You’re so full of shit,” you muttered, but there was no real bite to it.He just grinned.

That was how it always went light teasing, small arguments that never really meant anything, the kind of back and forth that felt natural, like you had been doing this for much longer than you actually had.

And slowly, without either of you realizing when it crossed the line, the time you spent together didn’t feel limited to the library anymore.

One afternoon, as you were packing up your things, Jimin leaned back in his chair, watching you for a second like he was debating something in his head before finally speaking.“Hey,” he said casually. “Let’s get out of here.”You paused, looking up at him. “Where?”

He shrugged, grabbing his bag. “Anywhere that’s not this boring place.”You raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’re the one who keeps coming here.”

“Yeah,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “and now I’m bored of it.”You stared at him for a second, unimpressed.“Liar.”He laughed quietly, already walking toward the exit like he knew you’d follow anyway and you did.

The first time you left together, it didn’t feel like a big deal, but it changed everything. What used to be confined to quiet corners and whispered conversations between bookshelves suddenly stretched out into something more open, more real.

You started walking together after school, sometimes heading to a small café nearby, sometimes just wandering without a plan, letting the conversation carry you wherever it wanted to go.

There was something different about seeing him outside of school, without the noise of teammates or the constant attention he was used to. He was still confident, still effortlessly himself, but there was a quieter side to him that only seemed to show up when it was just the two of you.

And you liked that a lot more than you expected.It showed in small ways, the kind that didn’t feel significant at first but slowly started to mean everything.

The way he’d automatically walk on the side closest to the road without thinking about it, the way he’d remember small things you mentioned in passing and bring them up days later, the way his attention never seemed to drift when you were talking, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

“You always talk this much?” he asked once, glancing at you sideways as you walked.You scoffed lightly. “You’re literally the one who keeps asking questions.”

“Yeah, because you keep answering,” he shot back. “Then stop asking,” you said, bumping your shoulder lightly into his.He smiled at that, shaking his head. “Not happening.”Moments like that became normal.

And somewhere between those walks, those shared drinks, those long conversations that stretched into early evenings, something shifted in a way neither of you could ignore anymore it wasn’t just friendship it wasn’t just convenience.

It was the way your steps started matching without thinking, the way silence between you didn’t feel awkward, the way your eyes lingered just a second too long before looking away.It was in the almost moments.

The ones where your hands brushed and neither of you pulled away immediately, where your laughter faded into something quieter as your eyes met, where the air between you felt heavier than it should.Neither of you said anything about it but you both felt it.

And with every passing day, it became harder to pretend that what was growing between you was something simple.It didn’t happen in some grand, dramatic way.There was no big confession in front of a crowd, no over the top gesture that everyone talked about for weeks.

It was just one day but somehow, that made it even more unforgettable.The day had started like any other classes dragging on longer than they should, teachers talking about things you were barely paying attention to, your mind wandering more than usual because you already knew how the afternoon would go.

You’d meet him in the library, sit across from each other, pretend to study, end up talking instead.Except that day felt different from the start, even if you couldn’t fully explain why.Jimin had been quieter.

Not in a bad way, not distant, just distracted, like something was sitting in the back of his mind the entire time. You noticed it immediately, the way he tapped his pen more than usual, the way his attention drifted even when you were talking.

“Why are you acting weird?” you finally asked, narrowing your eyes at him from across the table.He looked up quickly, almost like he hadn’t expected you to call him out.“I’m not acting weird,” he said, a little too quickly.You gave him a look.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair like he was debating whether to say something or not.Then he leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling under his breath.“Okay,” he muttered. “Fine.”You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

He looked at you for a second longer before speaking again, his voice more casual than his expression.“Let’s go out.”You blinked.“…We go out all the time.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly, his gaze steady on yours now. “Like an actual date.”For a second, your brain just stopped.The word date hung there between you, heavier than anything else he had ever said before.

Your heart skipped you tried to play it cool, even though you could feel your pulse picking up.“Oh,” you said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “That kind of going out.” Jimin let out a small breath, watching you carefully now.

“Yeah,” he said. “That kind.” there was a pause.But it felt like everything was sitting inside it.Then you smiled slightly, trying to ignore the way your chest felt suddenly too tight.“Okay,” you said.And just like that everything changed.The rest of the day passed in a blur.

You barely remembered how you got through your classes after that, your mind stuck replaying the moment over and over again, the way he had looked at you when he said it, the way your stomach flipped when you said yes.

And when school finally ended, you found him waiting for you.Not in the library this time outside.Leaning casually against the gate like he had been there for a while, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on you.

And the second they did something softened in his expression.“Ready?” he asked simply.You nodded, trying not to overthink it.The date itself wasn’t anything extravagant.

You walked together, just like you always did, except this time there was something different in the air, something unspoken that made every small moment feel more significant.

You ended up at a small place you both liked, sitting across from each other, talking the same way you always had but now every glance lingered a little longer, every smile felt a little deeper.At one point, Jimin just stopped talking mid sentence.

You frowned slightly “What?” He shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips.“Nothing,” he said quietly. You didn’t believe him but you didn’t push either because you felt it too that shift that something.

By the time the sun started setting, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink, the two of you had wandered out again, walking without a destination like you always did. The streets were quieter now, the noise of the day fading into something softer, something calmer.

You didn’t realize when your hands brushed.But this time neither of you pulled away.Your fingers lingered for a second longer than usual.then slowly they intertwined you looked at him he looked at you and neither of you said anything. Because you didn’t need to.A few steps later, Jimin stopped walking.

You turned toward him, your brows furrowing slightly. “What happened?”He exhaled softly, his hand still holding yours, his grip tightening just a little like he didn’t want to let go.Then he looked at you.

“I don’t want this to just be whatever it’s been,” he said, his voice quieter now, but steady.Your heart started racing again.“I like you,” he continued simply. “And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t.”You didn’t interrupt you just listened.

“So” he added, a small nervous laugh escaping him as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “are you gonna be my girlfriend or what?” The question was so him you felt your lips curve into a smile before you could stop it.

“Is that how you ask someone?” you teased lightly, even though your voice gave away how much this meant to you.He groaned softly “Don’t make it weird.” you laughed. Then squeezed his hand slightly.

“Ofcourse dummy,” you said and tgat was enough. And the way his entire face lit up after that it was something you knew you’d never forget.That night, everything felt perfect.

You walked a little slower, talked a little longer, laughed a little more than usual, like both of you were trying to stretch the moment for as long as possible. There was no awkwardness, no second guessing, just this overwhelming sense of rightness, like everything had fallen into place exactly the way it was supposed to.

And as you stood there later, under the dim streetlights, your hand still in his, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your skin you realized something.This was the best day of your life because for the first time, nothing felt uncertain and nothing felt complicated. It was just you and him.

And everything you were starting together.Jungkook had known long before you ever said it out loud.

It hadn’t been something dramatic or obvious to anyone else, but he noticed the small things the moment they started changing, the way your attention would drift mid conversation, the way your phone would light up and your entire expression would soften without you even realizing it, the way Jimin’s name started slipping into your sentences more often than anything else.

At first, he didn’t think much of it.You had always been talkative, always quick to share whatever was happening in your life, and Jungkook had always been the one sitting across from you, listening, nodding, occasionally teasing you when you got too carried away.

But this— this was different because you didn’t just mention Jimin you talked about him a lot.It started casually, almost harmless.

“Okay but listen,” you said one afternoon, dropping into the seat across from Jungkook in the library, your eyes lighting up in a way he hadn’t seen before. “He actually stayed back after practice just to help me with that assignment.”

Jungkook looked up from his notebook, watching you carefully as you leaned forward, clearly excited.“He doesn’t even have that subject,” you continued, shaking your head slightly like you still couldn’t believe it. “And he still sat there for like an hour.”

Jungkook hummed quietly, nodding once as he tapped his pen against the page.“That’s nice,” he said simply you didn’t notice the slight pause before his words. Didn’t notice the way his grip tightened just a little around the pen in his hand because you were already moving on.

“And the other day oh my god you won’t believe this,” you added, laughing softly as you rested your chin in your hand. “It started raining and he literally gave me his jacket and walked in the rain himself.”Jungkook let out a small breath through his nose, his gaze dropping back to his notebook.

“Sounds like something out of a movie,” he muttered you smiled “Right?”And that was how it went day after day.You would show up, sit across from him, and without even realizing it, the conversation would drift back to Jimin every single time.

You talked about the things he did, the way he made you laugh, the way he remembered small details about you, the way being around him felt easy and warm and different. And Jungkook— Jungkook listened he always listened he never told you to stop never changed the topic.

Never made it obvious that something about it didn’t sit right with him.Instead, he just sat there, nodding occasionally, responding when needed, letting you talk as much as you wanted while quietly pushing down the strange, uncomfortable feeling building in his chest.

Because the more you talked about Jimin the more obvious it became you were falling for him.And one day, you said it out loud “I think I really like him.”The words came out softer than your usual tone, like even you were still processing it.

Jungkook stilled for a second then he looked up at you.“You think?” he asked, his voice steady despite the way his chest tightened slightly.You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips.“Okay, not think,” you admitted. “I do.”

There was something about the way you said it that made it feel final certain.Jungkook held your gaze for a moment before nodding slowly.“Is he a good guy?” he asked just that one question you didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” you said immediately. “He is.”

Your answer came so easily, so confidently, that Jungkook felt something sink quietly in his chest.He nodded again, looking away briefly as he tapped his pen against the table. “Then that’s good,” he said.And that was the only thing he asked he didn’t question it further didn’t warn you didn’t say anything about how fast things seemed to be moving or how much you were talking about him.

Because if you said Jimin was good then Jungkook chose to believe you even if something inside him felt off a few days later, you told him.You just said it casually, like you always did.“By the way,” you said, sitting down across from him again, your voice carrying that same light excitement, “we’re dating now.”

Jungkook didn’t react immediately.He just looked at you for a second, taking in the way your face lit up, the way your entire presence seemed brighter somehow then he nodded.“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I figured.”

You blinked “You did?”He shrugged, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips.“You haven’t stopped talking about him for like a week,” he pointed out.You let out a soft laugh, a little embarrassed but not denying it.

“Okay, fair.”Jungkook nodded again, his expression calm, almost unaffected.

But inside it wasn’t that simple.Because hearing you say it out loud made it real in a way it hadn’t been before.Before, it was just stories. Just moments just possibilities and now Jimin was your boyfriend.

And Jungkook was still exactly where he had always been sitting across from you , listening , smiling when you smiled acting like nothing had changed even though something had.

Even though there was a quiet, unfamiliar ache settling somewhere deep in his chest that he didn’t quite understand and definitely didn’t want to acknowledge so he didn’t.He just leaned back slightly in his chair, tapping his pen against the table again like it was any other day.

“Just don’t forget about me now,” he added lightly, his tone teasing enough to hide everything underneath it.You rolled your eyes immediately.“Shut up,” you said. “You’re not that important.”He huffed out a quiet laugh.“Wow that’s crazy.”

but he didn’t push didn’t ask anything else because he already knew everything he needed to know you had fallen for Jimin. And no matter how he felt about it that wasn’t something he was ever going to get in the way of.

─── back to present ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The second you turned your back on him, it felt like something inside you snapped completely.

The music was still blasting, people still talking, laughing, living their lives like nothing had just happened but for you, everything felt wrong, distorted, too loud and too suffocating all at once.

Your vision blurred as tears kept spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks, your chest tightening painfully with every breath as you pushed through the crowd without looking at anyone, not caring who you bumped into or who called your name.

You just needed to get out. Out of that room out of that house away from him.Because if you stayed even one more second, you were going to completely fall apart in front of everyone and you refused to give him that.

Your hands shook as you shoved past a group of people near the hallway, your shoulder colliding with someone who turned to complain, but you didn’t even register it, didn’t stop, didn’t apologize. The only thing running through your mind was the sound of his voice repeating over and over again like some cruel echo you couldn’t shut off.

She keeps jumping from one guy to another.

She’s such a —

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second as you walked faster, your breathing uneven.“Fuck” you whispered under your breath, your voice breaking. Because it wasn’t just what he said it was the fact that he meant it the fact that he didn’t correct it.

The fact that he just stood there and let someone else tear you apart like you were nothing and agreed with them that was the part that hurt the most.

You reached the front door, your hands fumbling slightly as you pushed it open, the cool night air hitting your face instantly the moment you stepped outside. It should’ve helped but it didn’t your chest still felt tight.

Like you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard you tried.You stumbled a few steps forward onto the driveway, your heels clicking unevenly against the ground as you wiped your face with trembling hands, but it was useless more tears just kept coming.

“Why would he say that…” you muttered, your voice cracking.It didn’t make sense none of it did. Jungkook — out of everyone— Jungkook was the last person you ever thought would speak about you like that. He knew you better than anyone.

He knew your reasons, your choices, the way you saw relationships, the way you guarded yourself, the way you pretended things didn’t matter when they actually did he knew everything. And yet he reduced you to that.Your chest tightened again, a broken laugh slipping out through your tears.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” you whispered to yourself. Because somehow, despite everything, you had still believed, still hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was something there.

That all those moments, all those conversations, all the time you spent together meant something more to him too.That he saw you the way you saw him and tonight you had run through a crowded party, heart in your throat, ready to confess, ready to risk everything just to tell him how you felt.

Only to find out that to him, you were just a joke, a problem someone disposable.The realization settled deep, heavy and suffocating.Your steps slowed as you reached the end of the driveway, your body feeling suddenly exhausted, like all the energy had been drained out of you at once.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly, as if that would somehow hold you together while everything inside you felt like it was falling apart.“He was all I had…” you whispered, the words barely audible.And that was the truth you couldn’t escape. Jungkook wasn’t just someone you liked.

He wasn’t just a crush he was your constant your best friend.The one person who had always been there, no matter what.The one person you never had to filter yourself around, never had to pretend with, never had to question.

And now you had lost him too in the worst possible way.Your breathing hitched as another wave of emotion crashed over you, your hands coming up to your face again as you tried to muffle the sound of your own sob.“Fuck…” you choked out, shaking your head as if that would somehow make it hurt less.

But it didn’t do anything because losing someone you love is one thing. But realizing they never saw you the same way you saw them? That they could think so little of you after everything?That kind of pain hit differently it dug deeper.

And as you stood there in the cold night, tears falling endlessly, your heart felt heavier than it ever had before. Because this time it wasn’t just about losing a chance at love you had lost your best friend and that hurt like hell.

You didn’t even realize how far you had walked from the house until the music started fading behind you, the loud bass turning into a dull thump in the distance, like it belonged to another world entirely.

Your steps were uneven, your vision still blurred with tears as you tried to steady your breathing, but it just wouldn’t cooperate. Every inhale felt too sharp, every exhale shaky, like your body didn’t know how to calm down after everything that had just happened.

You were halfway down the pathway, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, when you heard your name being called. “Hey—hey!”

Nayoung her voice cut through everything, urgent and concerned as she hurried toward you, weaving past people who were still lingering outside the house. She must’ve noticed you disappear, must’ve followed without thinking twice.

You didn’t turn immediately, you couldn’t because the second you did, the tears came harder. By the time she reached you, you were already wiping at your face aggressively, trying and failing to pull yourself together. “Dude what the hell happened?” Nayoung asked, her voice dropping instantly when she saw your face properly.

You shook your head quickly, like you didn’t even know where to start, your chest still rising unevenly as you tried to speak.“He—” your voice broke, and you let out a frustrated breath, dragging your hands through your hair. “He is such a dick.”

The words came out harsher than you expected, laced with anger and hurt all tangled together.“I just—I wanna get out of here,” you added quickly, your voice smaller now, almost desperate. “Please.”Nayoung didn’t ask anything else. Not what happened not who said what not why you were crying like your world had just fallen apart.

She just looked at you for a second, really looked at you, and whatever she saw was enough.“Okay,” she said immediately, her tone firm but gentle. “Yeah we’re leaving.”She stepped closer, placing a hand lightly on your arm as she turned both of you away from the house.

“Come on,” she murmured and that was it. You didn’t even glance back because you knew if you did, you might break all over again so you walked.

Side by side with Nayoung, your steps still shaky, your breathing uneven, but at least now you weren’t alone. The night air felt colder the further you moved away from the party, the noise fading completely until it was replaced by quiet streets and the distant hum of traffic.

Your tears didn’t stop right away.They kept falling silently as you walked, your mind still replaying everything you had heard, everything you had seen, everything you wished you hadn’t.Nayoung didn’t push didn’t fill the silence with unnecessary words.

She just stayed there beside you, her presence steady, her hand occasionally brushing against yours like she was making sure you were still there.And somehow, that made it a little easier to keep walking.Even if your chest still felt like it was caving in even if your heart still ached like hell.

At least you were getting away from that place away from him and for now that was the only thing that mattered.

─── jungkook’s pov ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

For a moment after your hand connected with his face, everything just stopped. Jungkook didn’t move didn’t blink didn’t even breathe properly.

The sting of the slap lingered across his cheek, sharp and burning, but it barely registered compared to the way your words echoed in his head, over and over again, louder than the music, louder than the voices around him, louder than anything else.

“Loved you.”

“I hope I never see you again.”

The past tense hit him harder than anything else loved not love.

not love you.

loved

Like it was already over like whatever existed between you had been cut off in that exact moment, clean and final, leaving nothing behind but the aftermath.He stood there frozen, his head slightly turned from the impact, his eyes unfocused as he tried failed to process what had just happened.

The room around him continued moving, people whispering, shifting, reacting, but Jungkook felt completely detached from it all, like he had been pulled out of reality and dropped somewhere else entirely. His chest felt tight.

Like something was pressing down on it, making it harder to breathe with each passing second. And then it hit.Not all at once, not like a sudden explosion, but like a slow, crushing realization that crept in piece by piece until it became impossible to ignore.

You had meant every word every bit of hurt in your voice you hadn’t been angry for no reason. You had heard everything every single thing he said.Every word he let slip just to fit in, just to impress someone else, just to avoid looking weak.

And in doing that he had destroyed the one person who had never made him feel that way his stomach dropped.

A sharp, sickening feeling twisting deep inside him as his mind replayed it all in fragments the way you had looked at him, the disbelief in your eyes, the way your voice had shaken when you said you loved him. Loved.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like his body was finally catching up to what his mind was trying to process he had it he had everything.

you

your feelings

your trust

Your presence in his life, constant and unwavering.

And he didn’t even realize it until it was gone — gone because of him because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.Because he chose the wrong side.Because he let someone else speak about you like that—and agreed.

“Fuck ” the word slipped out under his breath, barely audible, his voice rough.His heart started racing now, panic creeping in as the weight of everything crashed down on him all at once.You had walked away you were gone.

And he was just standing there like an idiot that snapped something inside him.Jungkook moved suddenly, pushing past the people around him without a second thought, his eyes scanning the room desperately like he might still catch a glimpse of you if he moved fast enough.

He needed to find you needed to fix this. Needed to say something anything before it was too late.He had just reached the edge of the crowd when a hand grabbed his arm.

Yebin “Jungkook, wait—” she started, her voice sharp, trying to pull him back.He didn’t even look at her didn’t slow down.“Let go,” he muttered, his voice low but strained. “Jungkook—”

“I said let the fuck go,” he snapped, yanking his arm out of her grip without hesitation there was no softness left in his tone.He didn’t wait for her reaction didn’t careHe pushed forward again, moving through the house, checking every corner, every room, his eyes scanning frantically, his chest rising and falling too fast now.

The living room the hallway the kitchen. Nothing, you weren’t there.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned toward the front door, his pulse pounding in his ears.Maybe you were outside maybe you hadn’t gone far.

He stepped out into the night, the cool air hitting his face as he looked around quickly, his gaze moving from one end of the street to the other.But you were nowhere.Just a few people lingering, talking, laughing like nothing had happened.Like his world hadn’t just completely fallen apart.

His chest tightened painfully “No no, no—” he whispered under his breath, already reaching for his phone with shaky hands.He dialed your number instantly the call rang and rang and rang but no answer.He hung up and tried again still nothing.

His jaw clenched as frustration and panic mixed together, his thumb moving quickly as he opened your chat, typing without thinking.

jungkook : where are you?

jungkook : please answer me

jungkook : i didn’t mean any of that

The messages sent one after another, the screen lighting up in the dark as he stared at it like it would somehow bring you back no reply.

His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising sharply as he started walking down the street, then faster, then almost running, his eyes scanning every direction like you might appear out of nowhere if he just looked hard enough but you didn’t because you were gone.

And for the first time Jungkook felt it fully that hollow, sinking feeling in his chest. The realization that he hadn’t just messed up he had lost you completely.And he didn’t know if he’d ever get you back.

He doesn’t find you. No matter how many times he circles back, no matter how many rooms he checks again like you might suddenly reappear if he just looks hard enough, no matter how far down the street he walks with his eyes scanning every passing figure there’s nothing no sign of you.

Just strangers, noise fading into distance, and the hollow, suffocating realization settling deeper into his chest with every passing second.

Jungkook eventually stops in the middle of the pavement, his breathing uneven, his hands hanging uselessly by his sides as he looks around one last time like he’s hoping stupidly hoping that you’ll just walk back toward him but you don’t.

Because you meant it “I hope I never see you again.” The words hit harder now, replaying in his head with brutal clarity, stripping away whatever denial he had left.You weren’t just angry you were done.

A sharp breath leaves him as he drags a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the strands in frustration, his chest tightening to the point where it almost hurts to inhale.“Fuck” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough, breaking slightly at the edges.There’s nothing left to do so he turns and walks away.

The party noise fades completely behind him as he makes his way back toward campus, his steps slower now, heavier, like each one takes more effort than it should. The night feels colder than before, the air biting against his skin, but he barely notices it.

His mind is too loud too full.Every memory of you, every moment, every word you’ve ever said to him crashing into him all at once like his brain decided now — now was the perfect time to replay everything he’s about to lose.

The way you’d sit across from him, talking endlessly while he pretended to be annoyed but never once told you to stop.The way you’d call his name so casually, like it belonged to you.The way you trusted him and tonight— the way you looked at him like he was a stranger like he meant nothing.

His grip tightens around his phone as he pulls it out again, his thumb already moving before he can stop himself. He hits your contact, lifting it to his ear as he walks, his jaw clenched tight.The call doesn’t even ring this time straight to voicemail.

His chest drops “Fuck,” he exhales, lowering the phone slowly before trying again immediately, like maybe it was a mistake, like maybe the second call will go through.It doesn’t voicemail again

His steps falter slightly as frustration mixes with something far worse, something heavier, something that sits in his chest and refuses to leave.He opens your chat, his fingers hovering over the screen for a second before he starts typing.

jungkook : please pick up

jungkook : i need to talk to you

jungkook : i didn’t mean any of that shit

The messages stack one after another, desperate, messy, nothing like the composed version of himself he usually presents to the world.Still no reply his vision blurs slightly. And this time— he can’t stop it.

Tears gather in his eyes before he even realizes what’s happening, his breathing hitching faintly as he presses his lips together, trying to hold it in, trying to keep it together like he always does.

But it’s useless because the truth is sitting right there, undeniable and cruel.He did this he lost you.Not because of some misunderstanding not because of timing but because he opened his mouth and chose someone else over you.

For what?

For a laugh?

For approval?

For Yebin’s validation?

The thought makes something twist violently in his chest.“Why the fuck did I even care ” he whispers to himself, his voice cracking slightly.

Why did he need that?

Why did he need her approval?

Why did he let her words get to him like that?

Because the truth— the truth hits him so hard it almost knocks the air out of him. He didn’t need it he never did. The only person whose opinion ever mattered was yours.And he threw it away for nothing.

His grip on his phone tightens as more tears slip down his face, his jaw clenching as he shakes his head slightly like he can undo it, like he can take it all back if he just tries hard enough.

“You’re such a fucking idiot” he mutters under his breath because you were right there right in front of him telling him you loved him. And he didn’t even realize what he had until it was already gone.A shaky breath leaves him as he wipes at his face roughly, but it doesn’t help much.

Because now it’s clear painfully clear.You weren’t just someone in his life you weren’t just his best friend you weren’t just someone he cared about you were the only girl he had ever truly wanted.

The only one he ever needed the only one he — his chest tightens again. “…loved,” he whispers, the word finally slipping out like something he had been holding back for too long.And now it’s too late.

By the time he reaches his dorm building, his steps feel heavier than ever, his body drained, his mind still racing in circles that don’t lead anywhere except back to you.Back to what he said back to what he lost.

He pushes the door open and walks down the hallway slowly, the familiar surroundings feeling strange, almost unfamiliar in the state he’s in. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the handle of his room, pausing for just a second before pushing it open.

The door swings inward Taehyung is inside, sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone casually. But the moment he looks up he freezes. His expression shifts instantly, confusion flashing across his face before turning into something closer to shock as he takes in Jungkook’s state.

Jungkook stands there in the doorway, shoulders slightly slumped, hair messy, eyes red, his face still faintly flushed from earlier, his entire presence completely different from the person who had left that room hours ago. Taehyung slowly lowers his phone.

“Bro what the hell happened to you?”For a few seconds after Taehyung’s question, Jungkook doesn’t answer.

He just stands there near the door, like his body hasn’t fully caught up with the fact that he’s back in his dorm, like some part of him is still stuck outside that house, still replaying the moment over and over again, still hearing your voice breaking as you said those words.

His throat feels dry like speaking itself is going to hurt.Taehyung shifts on the bed, his brows furrowing slightly as he takes in Jungkook’s silence, the redness in his eyes, the way his hands hang stiffly at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“Jungkook,” he presses, his tone more serious now, “what happened?” Jungkook exhales slowly, dragging a hand over his face, his fingers pressing hard against his eyes for a second before he lets them drop, his shoulders sagging like the weight of it all is finally settling in properly.

“I fucked up,” he says finally, his voice low and rough. The words come out flat. Taehyung doesn’t interrupt he just watches him.And that silence somehow makes it easier for Jungkook to keep going.

“I said some fuckass shit,” Jungkook continues, his gaze dropping to the floor as his jaw tightens, “about her at the party.”Even saying it feels wrong like the words don’t belong to him like he’s talking about someone else but he isn’t.He knows exactly what he did.

“She was there,” he adds after a pause, his voice quieter now, almost like he hates admitting it. “She heard everything.”Taehyung’s expression shifts slightly, confusion turning into something sharper, more focused.“What do you mean everything?” he asks.

Jungkook lets out a humorless breath, his lips pressing together as he shakes his head slightly, like he’s trying to process it while saying it out loud.“Yebin and her friends were talking shit,” he says, the words coming out slower now, heavier, “about her and I didn’t stop it.”

His hands curl slightly into fists at his sides.“I joined in,” he admits, his voice tightening the room feels quieter somehow he can still hear it every word.Every moment where he could’ve shut it down and didn’t.

“I said she uses people,” he continues, swallowing hard, his throat tightening again, “that she goes from one guy to another that I was better off without her.”The words sound even worse out loud ugly and disgusting.Not something he ever thought he’d say about you.

Taehyung’s face darkens slightly, but he still doesn’t interrupt.He lets Jungkook say it all because he knows there’s more. “There was this guy Jaemin he called her a whore,” Jungkook adds, his voice dropping lower, almost strained now, “and I—”

He stops for a second his chest rises sharply.“I agreed,” he finishes, barely above a whisper.The silence that follows is heavier than anything before.

Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to the back of his neck as he paces a step forward, then stops again, like he doesn’t know where to go even inside his own room.

“And then she just—” he exhales, his voice breaking slightly now despite his effort to keep it steady, “she showed up.” He can still see it the way you were standing there tears already in your eyes the disbelief the hurt.

“She heard everything,” he repeats, quieter this time, like he’s trying to make sense of it himself. His jaw tightens again as he looks away.

“She said she loved me,” he adds after a moment, the words hitting differently now, softer but somehow more painful, “and then corrected it.”

Taehyung doesn’t move nor speaks but his eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s face.“Loved,” Jungkook repeats, his voice almost hollow now. “Past tense.”His chest rises and falls unevenly as he runs a hand through his hair again, frustration and regret mixing together in a way that makes it hard to stand still.

“She slapped me,” he continues, his tone quieter now, not defensive, not angry just stating it like it’s part of the memory burned into him, “told me she hopes she never sees me again.”

And that the part that breaks something in him all over again.Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders dropping as he finally looks up at Taehyung, his eyes tired, red, filled with something he doesn’t even try to hide anymore.

“I went after her,” he says. “I tried calling texting everything’s going straight to voicemail.”The last bit comes out quieter almost defeated.“I think she blocked me.”The room falls silent again but this time, it doesn’t stay that way for long.

Taehyung lets out a slow breath, running a hand over his face before sitting up straighter, his expression no longer just shocked but disappointed deeply.“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says bluntly.“I know,” he mutters under his breath.“No, you don’t,” Taehyung snaps, shaking his head as he stands up now, his frustration clearly building. “You really don’t if you thought that shit was okay.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, but he stays quiet because there’s nothing he can say to defend himself.Nothing that would make it better.

“You spent years acting like you care about her,” Taehyung continues, his voice sharp now, cutting through the room, “being her best friend, being the guy she trusts, the guy she goes to—and the second some girl starts running her mouth, you switch up like that?”

Jungkook flinches slightly at that.“That’s not just messed up,” Taehyung adds, his tone colder now, more controlled but no less harsh, “that’s fucking pathetic.” the word lands heavy.Jungkook looks away, his hands clenching slightly at his sides.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says quietly, almost defensively, even though it sounds weak the moment it leaves his mouth.Taehyung lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s the worst part,” he says. “You didn’t mean it and you still said it.”

Silence. “You’re a hypocrite,” Taehyung continues, his gaze fixed on Jungkook now, unwavering. “You act like you’re better than guys who treat her like shit, like you’re the only one who actually gets her but you just proved you’re exactly the same.”

Jungkook’s chest tightens because that hurts not because it’s unfair but because it isn’t.“And honestly?” Taehyung adds, his voice dropping slightly, less angry but heavier now, more honest than anything else, “you don’t deserve her.”

Jungkook’s head snaps up slightly at that, something flickering across his face for a split second.But he doesn’t argue because deep down he knows that too.Taehyung shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he exhales.

“She deserved someone who would’ve shut that shit down immediately,” he says. “Someone who wouldn’t let anyone talk about her like that let alone join in.”Jungkook swallows hard, his throat tight, his chest feeling heavier with every word.

“But instead,” Taehyung finishes, his voice quieter now but still firm, “she got you.” And that that’s what finally breaks through whatever was left of Jungkook’s composure.

Because for the first time since it happened he doesn’t just feel like he lost you he understands why. The tension in the room is still thick, heavy, almost suffocating after Taehyung’s last words, the silence stretching just long enough for Jungkook to feel it sink deeper into his bones and then the door slams open.

It bursts inward so hard it hits the wall with a sharp crack, both Jungkook and Taehyung snapping their heads toward it instantly.Jimin stands there.

Chest rising and falling hard, eyes dark, locked straight onto Jungkook with a kind of anger that isn’t loud but dangerous. The kind that doesn’t need words to explain itself.For a split second, no one moves the air shifts.

Jungkook barely has time to register him standing there before Jimin closes the distance in long, quick strides and his fist connects, hard.

Jungkook’s head jerks to the side with the impact, the force knocking him off balance as he stumbles back a step, a sharp, surprised breath leaving him as pain flares across his jaw. It’s sudden, disorienting, his brain struggling to catch up with what just happened as his hand comes up instinctively to his face.

“What the fuck—?” he breathes out, stunned more than anything, his voice rough as he looks back at Jimin.But Jimin doesn’t look any calmer. If anything, he looks worse.

“What the fuck?” Jimin repeats, his voice low but seething, every word laced with barely controlled fury as he steps forward again. “Don’t you fucking know what you did?”There’s no confusion in his tone.

Jungkook’s expression hardens almost immediately, the shock fading just enough for something defensive, something sharp to take its place. His jaw tightens, his chest still heaving slightly as he straightens up, his pride kicking in before anything else can.

“And you do?” he shoots back, his voice just as rough, just as heated. Before Taehyung can even react, Jungkook steps forward and swings back.

His fist lands against Jimin’s face this time, not as clean but just as forceful, the impact echoing slightly in the small room as Jimin stumbles a fraction before steadying himself again.

“You’re not one to fucking talk,” Jungkook spits, his anger flaring now, mixing with everything else already boiling inside him. “Didn’t you break up with her just to go fuck around with some other girl in the States, you douchebag?”

The words come out harsh and accusing.Years of assumptions, of things left unsaid, finally spilling out in the worst possible moment.Jimin’s head snaps back slightly at that, not from the force but from the sheer audacity of it.

“What are you on about?” he snaps, his brows furrowing deeply as he takes a step closer again, his anger now mixed with confusion. “I didn’t get with anyone after her.”Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slightly like he doesn’t believe a word of it.

“Yeah? Then what the fuck is that?” he shoots back immediately.His hands move quickly as he pulls out his phone, unlocking it with rough, impatient movements before shoving the screen toward Jimin, the image already pulled up like he’s looked at it more times than he’d like to admit.

Jimin’s eyes flick down to it and for a second just a second his expression shifts but disbelief and then frustration.

“That’s my fucking cousin, Jungkook,” Jimin snaps, his voice sharper now, incredulous as he looks back up at him.The words hit harder than any punch.

Jungkook freezes for half a second, his grip tightening slightly around his phone, his mind stalling as it tries to process what Jimin just said.“What?” he mutters, his voice lower now, less certain.

“My cousin,” Jimin repeats, slower this time, his tone still edged with anger but clearer, like he can’t believe he even has to explain it. “She moved there for college. I was helping her settle in. That picture got taken out of context like everything else.”Silence crashes into the room again.

Jungkook’s chest tightens, something twisting painfully inside him as the realization starts settling in. All this time verything you believed and everything he believed was wrong.And before he can even respond, Jimin steps closer again, his gaze hard, unrelenting.

“And even if it wasn’t,” he adds, his voice dropping slightly but losing none of its intensity, “you don’t get to stand here and bring up my mistakes like it makes yours any better.” That lands harder than anything else because there’s no argument there.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t speak, his mind too loud now, too caught up in everything crashing together at once.

Jimin’s fists tighten at his sides again, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface as he takes another step forward, clearly not done, his body tensing like he’s about to swing again but Taehyung moves fast this time.

He steps in between them, one hand coming up against Jimin’s chest, the other pushing slightly against Jungkook to keep distance between them.

“Enough,” Taehyung snaps, his voice firm, cutting through the tension sharply as he looks between the two of them. “This isn’t fixing shit.”

Jimin exhales sharply through his nose, his chest still rising and falling hard, his eyes locked on Jungkook over Taehyung’s shoulder, anger still burning strong. Jungkook doesn’t move either but whatever was fueling him before it’s gone.

Replaced by something heavier something worse. because now it’s not just about what he said tonight it ’s about everything he got wrong .Everything you went through everything he never understood.

And standing there, with Taehyung between them and Jimin’s anger still radiating through the room Jungkook feels it sink in deeper than ever before. He didn’t just hurt you tonight he’s been failing you for a long time.

Jimin doesn’t calm down Even with Taehyung standing between them, even with the distance forced between their bodies, the anger doesn’t leave his face it settles deeper, sharper, more controlled, the kind that doesn’t explode again because it doesn’t need to.

His chest rises slowly as he drags in a breath, his gaze locked on Jungkook like he’s seeing him clearly for the first time and hating what he sees.“You’ve done her so damn wrong,” Jimin says, his voice lower now, but heavier, every word landing with intention.

Jungkook doesn’t respond he just stands there, shoulders stiff, jaw tight, taking it. Because something in Jimin’s tone tells him this isn’t just anger it’s truth.

“She’s been there for you,” Jimin continues, his brows pulling together slightly, frustration bleeding into his expression now, like he can’t wrap his head around it. “Through everything. Always around, always showing up, always giving a damn even when she didn’t have to.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens. Memories flash without permission your voice, your laugh, the way you’d sit next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.Jimin doesn’t stop

“She’s been your best friend,” he adds, sharper this time, like the title itself should mean something more than it apparently did. “Do you even understand what that means? Or did you just take it for granted like everything else?”

Jungkook’s fingers twitch slightly at his sides, but he stays silent, his chest feeling heavier with every word.

“She cared about you,” Jimin goes on, his voice tightening now, emotion threading through it, not just anger but something deeper, something protective. “Not casually not halfway she cared in a way people don’t just throw around.”

Taehyung glances at Jungkook briefly, but Jungkook doesn’t look back because Jimin isn’t wrong.

“And the worst part?” Jimin exhales sharply, shaking his head slightly, like this is the part that really gets under his skin. “She loves you.”That word hits harder than anything else.

loves

Not liked

Not cared

Loved

Jungkook’s chest tightens painfully, his breath catching slightly as Jimin steps just a little closer, his gaze unwavering.

“She loves you way too much,” Jimin says, quieter now, but somehow even more intense, like he’s not just saying it he’s accusing him with it. “Haven’t you seen that? Haven’t you ever noticed it?”Jungkook swallows hard.

Because now now he has , too late.Images flood his mind, things he brushed off before, things he never questioned.The way your face would light up the second you saw him, no matter how your day had been.The way your attention always drifted back to him, even in a room full of people.The way you stayed always.

“For her, it’s always been you,” Jimin continues, his voice steady now, controlled but no less heavy. “When you walk into a room, her entire face changes. It’s like someone flipped a switch.”Jungkook’s eyes drop slightly, his chest tightening with every word.

“She looks at you,” Jimin adds, slower this time, like he wants it to sink in properly, “like you hung the damn stars in the sky.”That breaks something because Jungkook can see it now so clearly it almost hurts.

All those moments he ignored all those looks he didn’t question all those chances he never even realized he had. And now they’re gone .Silence settles in the room again, but it’s not empty.

Jimin watches him for a second longer, his expression still hard, but something else flickers there too something quieter, something almost tired.

“And if—” he starts, his voice lowering again, more deliberate now, “if she ever gives you another chance” he pauses just long enough for the weight of it to settle. “…don’t you dare waste it.” a warning.

“Because if you do,” Jimin continues, his gaze sharpening again as he straightens slightly, “I won’t hesitate.”Jungkook looks up then finally meeting his eyes. And whatever he sees there it’s enough to make his chest tighten all over again.

“I’ll take her away from you,” Jimin finishes, his voice firm, unwavering. “And this time, I won’t let go.”Jimin steps back then, the tension in his shoulders still there but controlled now, like he’s said everything he needed to say. He doesn’t look at Taehyung, doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t wait for a response.

He just turns and walks out.The door swings shut behind him with a quieter click than before.

─── next morning ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You wake up feeling like absolute shit .Not the kind that goes away with water or sleep or pretending everything is fine the kind that sits heavy in your chest, pressing down on you the second your eyes open, reminding you that yesterday wasn’t a nightmare you can just shake off.

It happened every single second of it. The slap the words the look on his face and the worst part the things he said.Your head throbs faintly as you stare at the ceiling of Nayoung’s room, the unfamiliar comforter tangled around your legs, your body still heavy from exhaustion but your mind already racing.

You barely slept, maybe an hour at most, and even that was broken, restless, filled with flashes of his voice and your own breaking over it.You shouldn’t have checked your phone you knew you shouldn’t have but you did anyway.

And that’s when everything gets worse because it’s everywhere. The campus blog ,group chats and stories.A video your hands start shaking slightly as you tap on it, your stomach already dropping before it even loads.It’s blurry, taken from a distance, but it’s clear enough.

You standing there crying.Your voice raised just enough to catch parts of what you said.

his face

the slap

the tension

the humiliation

Captured recorded and shared.Your breath catches in your throat as the video ends, your fingers freezing around your phone like you don’t even know what to do with it anymore. And then the comments they’re worse way worse. You scroll you don’t even know why.Maybe some part of you hopes it won’t be that bad. It is.

“damn she really lost it over a guy 💀”

“isn’t she the one who hops from guy to guy?? not surprised tbh”

“nah but the way she slapped him 😭😭 bold for no reason”

“he lowkey ate her up tho”

“this is actually sad you can tell she was hurt”

“bro jungkook looked confused as hell 😭”

“she embarrassed herself fr”

“idc what anyone says he shouldn’t have said that about her”

“y’all are weird for posting this”

“ngl i feel bad for her”

“attention seeker energy”

“nah she was crying crying… that wasn’t fake”

Your vision blurs you don’t even realize when the tears start again. It’s just sudden and overwhelming. Your chest tightens as you drop your phone onto the bed beside you, your hands coming up to cover your face as a broken sob escapes before you can stop it.

“Fuck” you choke out, your shoulders shaking slightly this is worse than last night because last night, it was just him. Just that moment and now it’s everyone. Everyone has seen it rveryone has an opinion everyone thinks they know you.You feel exposed, humiliated and small.

Like your entire life just got reduced to a few seconds of a video people are laughing at.“I hate this,” you whisper, your voice cracking as you curl in on yourself slightly, your body trembling under the weight of it all. “I hate this so much”

The door opens quickly Nayoung must’ve heard you. She rushes in without hesitation, her expression immediately shifting the moment she sees you breaking down like that. “Hey hey,” she says quickly, moving toward you and sitting beside you on the bed, pulling you into her without a second thought.

You don’t resist you just fall into her, your face pressing into her shoulder as you cry harder now, your fingers clutching onto her shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Fuck those people,” Nayoung mutters, her voice firm as she wraps her arms around you tightly, one hand coming up to gently rub your back. “Seriously, fuck every single one of them. They don’t know shit.”You shake your head weakly, your breathing uneven.

“They’re all watching ” you manage to get out, your voice muffled. “They’re all talking about it about me—”

“Let them,” she cuts in immediately, pulling back just enough to look at you, her expression serious. “They’ll move on in like two days to the next drama. You think any of them actually matter? They don’t.”You don’t respond.

And to make it worse your phone lights up again.You don’t even need to look to know who it is. Jungkook again calls and messages , missed calls stacked one after another. You saw them last night and this morning you ignored every single one and you’re going to keep ignoring them.

Because right now you don’t fucking care or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.Your jaw tightens slightly as you reach over and flip your phone screen-down on the bed, like even seeing his name is enough to set you off again.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you say quietly, your voice still shaky but firmer now. “I don’t want to see him. I don’t want anything to do with him.”Nayoung nods immediately.“Then don’t,” she says simply. “You don’t owe him shit.” and she’s right you don’t.

Not after everything he said not after the way he looked at you and still chose to stay silent.You swallow hard, your chest still aching, your emotions sitting too close to the surface as you try to steady yourself.

“I hate him,” you whisper, even though the words feel heavier than you expected because hate isn’t simple. But right now, it’s easier to hold onto than anything else.Before Nayoung can respond, the doorbell rings. Both of you freeze for a second your heart jumps slightly, your body tensing instinctively.

For a split second you think it’s him your stomach twists.“Nayoung” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.“I got it,” she replies immediately, already standing up, her tone reassuring as she gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before heading out of the room.

You stay where you are your hands twisting slightly in the fabric of the blanket, your breathing still uneven as you listen to her footsteps moving toward the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting don’t know what you’re hoping for. But when you hear Nayoung’s voice from outside

“OH hi.” you frown slightly that wasn’t the reaction you expected there’s a pause. Then footsteps coming closer and a familiar voice Jimin.

Your head lifts slightly just as he steps into the room, a paper bag in one hand, his expression softening the second he sees you sitting there, eyes red, face tear streaked, completely wrecked.He doesn’t say anything immediately just looks at you for a second.

Taking it in then he walks in properly, holding the bag up slightly.“Brought breakfast,” he says quietly.And for some reason that almost makes you cry all over again.

─── jungkook’s pov ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Jungkook barely sleeps.

If he does, it’s shallow, restless, the kind where his body shuts down for a bit but his mind doesn’t, still replaying everything from the night before in fragments that don’t let him breathe properly even in his dreams. So when morning comes, it doesn’t feel like a fresh start it just feels like a continuation of the same mess.

The first thing he does is check his phone and that’s when it hits him all over again. The video everywhere. Campus blog, reposts, group chats his notifications flooded, not just with messages but with tags, mentions, people sending him clips like it’s entertainment, like it’s something funny.

His jaw tightens as he watches it you crying your voice breaking. His own face in the frame, looking exactly like what he was someone who didn’t say a word when it mattered.His grip around the phone tightens. Then the comments and the second he starts reading, something dark settles in his chest. People laughing mocking you twisting things they don’t understand.

Talking about you like they know you like they have any right.“Fucking idiots” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough as he exhales sharply.Before he can even think twice, his fingers start moving.

stop talking shit about her. you don’t even know her.

He posts it

He tosses his phone onto the bed and runs a hand through his hair, his chest still tight as he gets up, forcing himself to move, to do something instead of just sitting there drowning in it.Getting ready feels mechanical , automatic.Like his body knows what to do but his mind is somewhere else entirely.

And then without overthinking it too much he stops by a flower shop on the way blush peonies, your favorite.He remembers that without hesitation of course he does.The irony almost makes him sick.

By the time he reaches your apartment, his heart is already pounding harder than it should, his steps slowing slightly as he stands in front of your door, staring at it like it might open before he even knocks. It doesn’t he lifts his hand anyway.

Knocks once then again and waits nothing but silence. His jaw tightens as he tries again, a little louder this time, his chest rising sharply as he listens for any movement inside still nothing.He knows what that means you’re not there.

Or you are

And you’re choosing not to open the door either way, it lands the same.He exhales slowly, the air leaving his lungs heavier than it should as he looks down at the flowers in his hand for a second before crouching slightly, placing them carefully in front of your door.

He hesitates just for a second.Then pulls out his phone, typing something quickly before slipping the small note beside the bouquet.He doesn’t linger doesn’t knock again.

By the time he reaches campus, it’s worse people are staring not even trying to hide it.Whispers follow him as he walks past, fragments of conversations catching in his ears, enough to know exactly what they’re about without needing to hear the full sentence.

“That’s him—”

“Did you see—”

“Bro the video—”

His jaw clenches as he keeps walking, his gaze fixed ahead, his hands shoved into his pockets like that’ll ground him somehow.He ignores it or at least tries to.Because there’s only one thing on his mind right now you.

He makes his way toward your department building, his steps quicker now, more purposeful, his eyes scanning the area the moment he gets closer.And then he spots her nayoung.Relief flickers for half a second before tension replaces it.

He walks up to her immediately, not bothering to ease into it, not bothering with anything casual. “Where is she?” he asks, his voice direct, a little too tight.Nayoung turns toward him slowly and the second she recognizes him her expression hardens.“Don’t,” she says immediately, her tone sharp enough to stop him in his tracks. “Don’t even start.”

Jungkook exhales, running a hand through his hair again, frustration and desperation mixing together in a way that makes it hard to stay composed.“I just need to talk to her,” he says, his voice lower now, but urgent. “Please.”Nayoung lets out a dry laugh, shaking her head slightly like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Talk?” she repeats, her brows lifting. “You think she wants to talk to you right now?”Jungkook swallows hard, his chest tightening again.“I messed up,” he admits, his voice quieter now, more raw than before. “I know I did I just I need one chance. Just one.”

Nayoung stares at him for a second really looks at him. Like she’s trying to decide something.“You should’ve thought about that before you opened your mouth,” she says bluntly.Jungkook flinches slightly at that but doesn’t back down.

“Please,” he tries again, his voice cracking just a little now despite himself. “Just let me see her. I’ll fix it I’ll”

“You won’t,” Nayoung cuts him off, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “Because she doesn’t want to see you.”He shakes his head slightly, like he doesn’t want to believe it.“You don’t know that,” he says quickly.Nayoung’s expression turns colder.

“I do,” she replies. “Because I’m the one who was there while she was crying her eyes out because of you.”Jungkook doesn’t have a response for that.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Nayoung repeats, slower this time, making sure it sinks in. “Not today not tomorrow not even if you were dying right in front of her.” That one hits differently

His chest tightens painfully, his throat going dry as the words settle in but Nayoung isn’t done.“So do yourself a favor,” she adds, her voice steady, unyielding, “and stay away from her.”There’s nothing left to say after that not really.

Jungkook just stands there for a second, his mind blank, his chest heavy, his hands clenched slightly at his sides. Then Nayoung turns and walks away leaving him standing there alone.By the time Jungkook reaches his class, whatever energy he had left is gone.

It’s like everything from the morning the video, the comments, the empty hallway outside your apartment, Nayoung’s words has piled up on top of him, pressing down harder with every step he takes.

His head feels heavy, his chest tight, and the noise around him only makes it worse. People don’t even bother pretending anymore; the stares are obvious now, conversations lowering just enough when he passes by but not enough to hide what they’re talking about.

He just wants to get through the day without losing whatever little control he has left.But the moment he steps into the corridor near his classroom he sees her Yebin.

Leaning casually against the wall like she’s been waiting, her expression brightening the second she spots him, her entire demeanor shifting into something soft, sweet, almost rehearsed.

“Jungkook,” she calls, pushing herself off the wall and walking toward him with a small smile, her voice lighter than usual, like nothing ever happened. “Hey I was looking for you.”

He doesn’t stop.But she catches up anyway, falling into step beside him, close enough that it feels intentional.“You didn’t reply to my texts,” she continues, her tone almost playful, like she’s trying to ease into a conversation that doesn’t exist anymore. “I was worried.”

That’s when he stops abruptly. The suddenness of it makes her pause too, her smile faltering just slightly as he turns to look at her properly for the first time. And there’s nothing soft in his expression nothing warm just exhaustion.And something colder underneath.

“Didn’t I ask you to stay away from me, Yebin?” he says, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the hallway noise around them. Her brows knit together slightly, surprise flickering across her face, like she didn’t expect that reaction, like she thought whatever happened last night would just pass.

“Jungkook” she starts, her tone shifting, a hint of defensiveness creeping in.“Leave me alone,” he adds, more firmly this time, his jaw tightening as he holds her gaze.For a second, she doesn’t respond.

Then she lets out a small breath, shaking her head slightly as if she’s the one dealing with something unreasonable.

“You’re acting like this because of her?” she says, her voice quieter now but edged with something sharper. “After everything? She’s the one who embarrassed you in front of everyone, Jungkook she literally abandoned you there.”

The words hit wrong so wrong that something in his chest snaps before he can even think.“Don’t,” he says immediately, his tone dropping, warning clear in it. But Yebin doesn’t stop.

“She always does this,” she continues, her voice gaining confidence, like she thinks she’s making a point, like she’s right. “Pushes people away, acts like she doesn’t care, and then suddenly—”

“That’s enough.”His voice cuts through hers, louder this time, sharper, turning a few heads nearby.Yebin blinks, taken aback, but he’s already stepped closer, his expression hardening in a way she’s never seen before.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he says, each word deliberate, controlled but filled with something simmering underneath. “You don’t even know her.”The hallway around them grows quieter, the shift in tone drawing attention whether he wants it or not.

Yebin glances around briefly, clearly noticing it too, but Jungkook doesn’t care not anymore.“It’s my fault,” he continues, his voice tightening slightly, his chest rising with the effort of holding everything in. “Whatever happened it’s on me not her.”

Yebin’s expression shifts again, confusion mixing with frustration now, like she can’t understand why he’s turning this on himself.“Jungkook, calm down,” she says quickly, her voice dropping as she steps a little closer, her hand reaching out like she’s trying to steady him. “People are watching.”

And that’s what does it.Something ugly twists in his chest, anger flaring up again, hotter this time, more reckless.“I’m not fucking keeping quiet,” he snaps, his voice louder now, carrying across the hallway without restraint.A few more heads turn whispers start he doesn’t care because for once, the noise around him doesn’t matter.

Nothing matters except the fact that he let someone stand there and tear you apart and now she’s trying to do it again like she has the right.And he’s not letting it happen.

Yebin freezes slightly, clearly not expecting that reaction, her hand dropping back to her side as her lips part like she’s about to say something else.But Jungkook doesn’t give her the chance.

He steps back, breaking whatever space was between them, his jaw still tight, his chest still rising unevenly as he shakes his head slightly, like he’s done with this, done with her, done with everything that led him here.

Then he turns and walks away leaving her standing there in the middle of the hallway, the attention she tried to avoid now fully on her instead.

The days that follow don’t feel like days to Jungkook they feel like something stretched out, hollow, endless, each hour dragging into the next with no real sense of time, no sense of progress, just the same suffocating weight sitting in his chest from the moment he wakes up to the moment he finally forces himself to sleep.

He tries everything, genuinely everything, like a man grasping at anything that might even remotely lead him back to you, but every attempt ends the same way with silence. He goes back to your apartment more times than he can count, at different hours like maybe he’ll catch you off guard, maybe you’ll open the door if you don’t expect him, maybe he’ll just get one chance to see your face, to say something anything

but the door never opens, the hallway remains empty, and the only proof that he was ever there are the blush peonies he keeps replacing every day, fresh ones because he remembers you hate when flowers wilt, along with small notes he slips beside them, messy handwriting that starts off somewhat composed and slowly turns desperate over the days please just hear me out, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean a single word I said, I’ll fix this, I swear I will, I’ll do anything, just don’t shut me out like this.

His phone becomes an extension of that desperation, messages stacking one after another in your chat despite never getting a reply, the timestamps turning into a painful reminder of how long it’s been since you last said anything to him

his texts ranging from apologies to explanations to moments where he doesn’t even know what to say anymore except please, just that one word sitting there, raw and stripped of any pride he once had he calls too, more than he should, more than he ever thought he would, each attempt ending the same way with the call cutting off, your silence louder than any rejection he could’ve heard.

He tries reaching you through other ways too, lingering outside your department building even when he knows Nayoung will shut him down, asking mutual friends who either avoid answering or flat out tell him to stop, even going as far as sitting in places he knows you used to like, the library corner, the café near campus, hoping you might show up out of habit but you don’t, and every empty chair, every missed chance only makes the absence feel heavier.

By the middle of the week, the version of Jungkook people are used to seeing the confident one, the one who has it together, the one who knows exactly what he’s doing starts slipping away completely, replaced by someone quieter, someone who barely speaks unless spoken to, someone who shows up to class but doesn’t really be there, his focus gone, his energy drained, his eyes constantly tired like he hasn’t slept properly in days.

He stops caring about what he wears, throws on whatever is closest without thinking, his hair left messy, his usual attention to detail disappearing entirely, and people notice it’s not subtle but he doesn’t care enough to fix it, doesn’t care enough about anything except the fact that you’re not there anymore, that the one person who filled every part of his day so naturally is now completely out of reach.

He finds himself going back to old habits without even realizing it, sitting alone more often, keeping his head down, avoiding unnecessary conversations, slipping back into that quieter, almost invisible version of himself he used to be before you came into his life and pulled him out of it piece by piece, and the realization of that alone is enough to make his chest tighten because it only reminds him of what he lost and who he lost it with.

It’s not just about missing you it’s about feeling like everything that made his life warmer, louder, better somehow left with you, leaving behind something dull and empty that he doesn’t know how to fix.

By the end of the week, the silence becomes unbearable, not because it’s new, but because it hasn’t changed, not even a little, and that’s when it truly sinks in not just that you’re ignoring him, but that you mean it, that you’re choosing to stay away, that you might actually be serious about never wanting to see him again.

and that thought settles in his chest like something heavy and permanent, making it harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to function in a way that feels normal.It feels dramatic, it feels ridiculous even but it also feels real in a way he can’t ignore.

Because without you it genuinely feels like he’s falling apart.By Saturday night, Jungkook isn’t expecting anything anymore.

Not a message, not a call, not even a glimpse of you across campus like before he’s gotten used to the absence in the worst way possible, the kind that settles into his routine until it feels permanent, like this is just how things are now.

So when he ends up at the party, it’s not because he wants to be there, not because he’s in the mood to drink or socialize or pretend like everything is fine it’s because Taehyung dragged him out, said something about him looking like a ghost all week, about needing to get out before he completely loses it, and Jungkook didn’t have the energy to argue.

The music is loud, the place crowded, bodies moving, people laughing, lights flashing but none of it really registers to him at first, not properly, not until he sees you and everything else fades.

You’re standing across the room, surrounded by people, laughing actually laughing, not forced, not strained, but real, the kind of laugh that used to come so easily around him, and for a second, it hits him so hard it almost knocks the breath out of him.

You look like yourself. Not broken, not crying, not the version of you he left behind that night but whole, put together, glowing in a way that feels unfair considering how wrecked he’s been without you.You look beautiful effortlessly so and carefree.

Like none of it touched you like he didn’t touch you. Something in his chest twists at that, but at the same time, there’s a small, quiet part of him that feels relief, that feels glad that you’re not hurting the way he imagined you were all week, that maybe you’re okay even if he’s not.

He finds himself smiling faintly just for a second. Before reality settles back in.And then he’s moving.

He doesn’t overthink it this time, doesn’t give himself the chance to hesitate or back out, because if he does, he knows he won’t go through with it, so he just walks straight toward you, weaving through the crowd until he’s close enough that you finally notice him.

Your eyes meet his and whatever he expected its not this there’s no softness no emotion at all, really. Just indifference.“Can we talk?” he asks, his voice coming out quieter than he intended, careful, like he’s stepping on fragile ground.

You don’t even blink.“We’re talking now,” you reply flatly, your tone almost bored, like this is an inconvenience more than anything else.

Jungkook exhales slightly, glancing around at the people nearby, the noise, the attention already starting to shift toward them.“Not here,” he says, a little more urgently this time, lowering his voice. “Can we go somewhere else?”

You shake your head immediately.“No,” you say, crossing your arms slightly, your expression unchanged. “Either you say it here or don’t say it at all.”There’s no room for negotiation just a wall.

Jungkook swallows hard, his chest tightening as he looks at you for a second longer, like he’s trying to find something anything in your face that isn’t so closed off.But there’s nothing so he nods slowly. And then before his brain can catch up with what he’s doing he drops to his knees.

Right there in front of you the shift is immediate.The noise around you dips, conversations falter, heads turn, the crowd sensing something happening, something worth watching, and within seconds, attention gathers like it always does, people pausing, whispering, pulling out their phones again.

Jungkook doesn’t care.He looks up at you, his chest rising and falling unevenly, his hands resting awkwardly on his thighs, his pride long gone, his voice steady only because he’s forcing it to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words simple but heavy, carrying everything he hasn’t been able to say all week. “For what I said for what I didn’t say for standing there and letting people talk about you like that.”Your expression doesn’t change.

“I was wrong,” he continues, his voice tightening slightly despite himself. “Every single thing I said I didn’t mean it not a word i was just ” he exhales, frustrated with himself, searching for something that makes sense, “I was trying to impress someone who didn’t even matter, and I ended up hurting the only person who ever did.”

There are murmurs now whispers spreading through the crowd but he keeps going because he has to.“I’ve been trying to reach you all week,” he says, his gaze not leaving yours, even when it hurts to hold it. “Calling, texting, going to your place I know you saw it i know you ignored it and you have every right to.”

Still nothing from you still that same unreadable look.“But I can’t just leave it like this,” he adds, his voice softer now, more raw, less controlled. “Not when I know I’m the one who ruined everything.”He pauses for a second.Then says the one thing he’s never said out loud before.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he admits, his voice quieter now but steady, the truth sitting heavy between you. “Since we were kids i just I didn’t think I ever had a chance you were always you and I was just”He lets out a small, breathless laugh.

“Me”A few people in the crowd shift slightly, the atmosphere thick with attention now, but Jungkook doesn’t look away.

“I thought if I moved on,” he continues, “if I tried to like someone else, if I just got over it it would be easier that’s why I went after Yebin not because I actually felt something real but because I thought it would make it go away.”

Your face doesn’t soften and that’s when it hits him he might already be too late.He swallows hard, his voice quieter now.“But it never did,” he finishes. “It was always you.”Silence lingers for a second.

And then you laugh but sharply almost like it’s funny. Jungkook freezes because that’s the last reaction he expected.You tilt your head slightly, looking down at him like he’s said something ridiculous, something not even worth taking seriously.

“Don’t act like you’re sorry or in love with me or something, babe,” you say, your tone laced with sarcasm, the word babe sounding more like an insult than anything else. “It doesn’t suit you.”A few people around you shift uncomfortably.

But you don’t stop “Nerds like you shouldn’t be hanging around people who ‘fuck around’ so casually, right?” you continue, your voice mocking now, echoing his own words back at him in a way that hits harder than anything else. “Or wait what was the word you used?”

You pretend to think for a second.Then shrug lightly “Whore?” you say, your voice flat again. “Slut?”Jungkook’s chest tightens painfully, his face paling slightly as the words hit him all over again this time from your mouth.

“And if you’re so sorry,” you add, your gaze sharpening slightly, your voice dropping just enough to cut deeper, “if you love me so much”You take a small step closer“Why don’t you fucking go away?”

For a moment after your question, the world around Jungkook feels like it’s gone completely still, like all the noise and movement and people watching have faded into something distant and muffled, because all he can focus on is you standing in front of him, looking at him like he’s someone you don’t recognize anymore and maybe don’t even want to.

His throat feels dry, his chest tight, but he doesn’t look away not this time.Because if there’s one thing he’s not going to do again, it’s stay silent when it matters.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” he says, his voice low at first but steady, each word deliberate like he’s forcing them past everything sitting heavy in his chest. “And I’m not going to stop trying either.”A few people in the crowd shift again, the tension thickening, but Jungkook doesn’t even register it now.

“I know I don’t deserve it,” he continues, his gaze fixed on yours, unwavering despite the way your expression hasn’t softened even a little. “I know I screwed everything up, and I know saying sorry isn’t enough but I’m going to prove it I’ll make it right. I’ll make sure you know that what I feel for you is real.”

There’s something raw in his voice now, something unpolished and honest in a way he’s never been before, like he’s stripped himself down to nothing but the truth and is just offering it, even if it gets rejected.But you don’t respond with words instead, you lift your drink.And for a split second, Jungkook doesn’t understand what you’re about to do.

Until you do it the liquid hits his face without warning, cold and sudden, dripping down from his hair to his jaw, soaking into his shirt as the crowd around you reacts in sharp murmurs and hushed gasps, the moment snapping into something louder, messier, harder to ignore.

Jungkook doesn’t move he just stays there, still on his knees, eyes lifting back to you slowly as the drink runs down his skin, his chest rising unevenly.You crouch down in front of him then, bringing yourself to his level, your gaze sharp, your expression completely unbothered in a way that makes it worse.

“This?” you say, your voice quiet but cutting straight through him. “This is nothing compared to what you did to me.”Each word lands heavy and unforgiving.“And for punching Jimin,” you add, your tone hardening slightly, your eyes not leaving his for even a second.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his hands curling slightly against his thighs, but he stays silent, listening because he knows he has to.

“Jimin is far better than you,” you continue, your voice steady, almost too calm for the weight of what you’re saying. “And it’s none of your damn business if he hugs me or kisses me or if we sleep together or even get back together.”

Something in Jungkook’s chest twists sharply at that, his breath catching for just a second, the words hitting deeper than he expected, but he doesn’t interrupt you “And you don’t get to act like you have a say in it,” you finish, your tone final, like you’re drawing a line he can’t cross anymore.

Jungkook swallows, his voice quieter now when he finally speaks, almost like it’s being dragged out of him.“I was jealous,” he admits.

“Whatever,” you say, straightening up again, your expression completely dismissive now, like his words don’t carry any weight anymore. “Loser.” And then you walk away just like that. Leaving him there, still on his knees, soaked, humiliated, surrounded by people who are watching, whispering, judging

But none of it compares to the emptiness that settles in his chest as he watches you disappear into the crowd. Because this time he knows je didn’t just hurt you he broke something he might never get back.

─── one month later ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A month passes, but for Jungkook it doesn’t feel like time moving forward it feels like being stuck in the same moment over and over again, just replayed in different settings, different days, different attempts that all end the same way with you walking past him like he’s invisible, like he’s just another person in the crowd and not the one who used to know every little thing about you.

And yethe doesn’t stop if anything, he becomes more consistent, more stubborn about it, like he’s decided that no matter how long it takes, no matter how many times you ignore him, he’s not going anywhere not this time, not after everything he’s already lost.Every morning, without fail, there are flowers outside your apartment not random ones your favorites.

Blush peonies, always fresh, always carefully chosen, never wilted, because he remembers how you once complained about how people leave flowers only to forget about them later, how you said it felt meaningless if they weren’t taken care of.

So he replaces them every single day, quietly, before you even step out, sometimes earlier than he should, just to make sure they’re there when you open the door.The notes change too.

They’re no longer desperate the way they were in the first week, no longer filled with frantic apologies or messy sentences that barely make sense they’re calmer now, more honest, more patient.

I’m still here

You don’t have to forgive me today

I’ll wait

Eat properly, please

You have your presentation today good luck

He doesn’t sign them he knows you’ll know.On campus, he doesn’t try to corner you anymore doesn’t block your path doesn’t force conversations you clearly don’t want to have.Instead, he shows up in quieter ways.

If you forget your notes in class, they somehow end up on your desk the next day, neatly organized, highlighted exactly the way you like them.

If a professor suddenly assigns extra work, Jungkook’s already emailed you a breakdown of it before you even realize how complicated it is, simplified in a way only he knows how to do ( even though he is an aerospace engineer major )

If someone talks shit about you even slightly it doesn’t last not anymore because Jungkook doesn’t stay silent now.He shuts it down immediately, whether it’s in group chats, in class, or in passing conversations, his voice calm but firm in a way that makes people think twice before saying anything again.

He doesn’t look at you when he does it doesn’t expect you to notice but he does it anyway.He also changes not in the performative way he used to, not in the way that was meant to impress someone else but in a quieter, more grounded way, like he’s trying to become someone better not just for you, but because he finally understands what it means to be someone worth staying for.

He studies more seriously again, returns to the version of himself he abandoned somewhere along the way, but this time there’s something different about it something steadier, less insecure, less dependent on validation.

He stops chasing attention stops trying to prove himself to people who don’t matter stops pretending. And maybe the biggest thing he gives you space even when it clearly kills him.

He watches you from a distance sometimes, not in a creepy way, but in the quiet moments where your paths cross naturally, his gaze soft but restrained, like he’s reminding himself not to step closer, not to push when you’ve made it clear you don’t want him near.

And you don’t budge not once not when you see the flower not when you read the notes.Not when you notice the small things he does.Your expression stays the same guarded, distant, unmoved and it drives him insane in the most silent, suffocating way possible.

But still he doesn’t stop because stopping would mean accepting that he’s lost you for good.And he’s not ready to do that not yet.

As for Yebin that situation doesn’t stay buried either. It starts small fragments of truth slipping out, things Jungkook initially keeps to himself until one day, something in him just snaps not out of anger this time, but out of clarity.

Because he finally understands something he didn’t before Yebin was never about him she was about you. Jealousy and resentment agrudge that had nothing to do with anything you actually did.

Apparently, her ex boyfriend someone you barely even paid attention to had fallen for you, hard enough to break things off with her, and instead of dealing with that like a normal person, she held onto it, twisted it, let it grow into something ugly enough that when she saw you again, she decided to hurt you the only way she knew how.

By using him by feeding into his worst moments by turning him into a weapon against you. And Jungkook he hates himself for falling into it for letting it happen for being part of the reason you got hurt.So he fixes it the only way he can.

He makes it public not in a dramatic, messy way but in a controlled, undeniable way.Screenshots messages proof of what Yebin said, what she implied, the way she manipulated things, the way she pushed narratives about you that weren’t true.

He just puts the truth out there and the truth spreads fast faster than rumors faster than lies.The same people who once whispered about you now turn their attention elsewhere, conversations shifting, perspectives changing as everything pieces together in a way that makes it impossible to ignore what actually happened.

Yebin’s reputation doesn’t just take a hit it collapsed xompletely.The same attention she thrived on turns against her, the whispers now about her, the looks no longer admiring but judging, questioning, cold.

And when the university gets involved it gets worse because it’s not just about drama anymore.It’s about conduct and behavior and consequences.She loses her scholarship.

Just like that and with it everything she built here. Jungkook doesn’t feel satisfaction not really.Because none of it changes what happened to you none of it erases the things he said none of it gives him back what he lost.It just settles something insidehim.A quiet understanding that at the very least

He won’t let anyone else hurt you like that again even if you never forgive him.Even if you never look at him the same way even if he has to stand at a distance forever he’ll still choose you every single time.

That day starts like every other for Jungkook quiet, heavy, filled with that same dull ache that has settled into his chest over the past month, something he has learned to carry without complaining because he knows he deserves it, because every second of it feels like a consequence he has no right to escape.

He has something to drop off at the literature department’s staff lounge, something simple, something that shouldn’t matter, but the moment he hears literature department, there’s that small, involuntary pull in his chest, that familiar, stubborn hope that maybe just maybe he’ll see you, even if it’s just for a second, even if you don’t look at him, even if you walk right past him like you’ve been doing.

He tells himself he’s not expecting anything but he is , he always is. Because no matter how many days pass without seeing you, without hearing your voice, without even catching a glimpse of you across campus, some part of him still clings to the idea that you’re there, somewhere nearby, just out of reach but not completely gone.

And that thought that illusion shatters in an instant. He’s just outside the staff lounge when he hears it, not even trying to eavesdrop, not even paying attention at first, just standing there, adjusting his grip on the file in his hands, his mind somewhere else entirelyuntil your name cuts through the air so sharply that it forces his attention back.

“…did you know that [ name ] from my class got into NYU as an exchange student?”The words don’t register immediately.Like his brain doesn’t quite process them fast enough.

But then “She left two days ago.” everything stops. The file in his hands feels suddenly heavier, his fingers tightening around it instinctively as his heartbeat spikes, loud and uneven in his ears, his breath catching in his throat like something just lodged there and refuses to move.

No that doesn’t make sense it doesn’t “…honestly she deserved that,” another voice adds from inside, casual, unaware of the damage being done just outside the door. “She’s an excellent writer she’s going to make a name for herself.”

The words echo and something inside Jungkook snaps. The file slips from his hands hits the ground with a dull thud that sounds louder than it should in the sudden ringing silence in his head, but he doesn’t even look at it, doesn’t register it, doesn’t think twice. Because he’s already moving.

He turns and runs his feet hit the ground hard as he pushes forward, weaving through the corridors, past people who call out in confusion, past everything that would normally slow him down, his chest tightening with every step, his breathing turning uneven almost immediately but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even consider it.

Because what he just heard it can’t be true, it can’t. His mind races, thoughts colliding, overlapping, trying to make sense of something that refuses to settle.You left?No you wouldn’t you wouldn’t just leave not like that.l not without saying anything not without his chest tightens painfully.

Not without telling him “You wouldn’t do that ” he mutters under his breath as he runs, his voice strained, almost like he’s trying to convince himself more than anything else. “You wouldn’t just go”

Right?

His heartbeat pounds harder, his lungs starting to burn, but he keeps going, faster now, like if he gets there soon enough, he’ll prove it wrong, he’ll see your door, your things, something anything that tells him you’re still here.

That this is just a misunderstanding that his brain is messing with him that he’s overthinking that you’re still here please.

By the time he reaches your apartment building, he’s breathless, his chest heaving, his legs already aching from the sudden sprint, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause, just rushes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, his heart racing so fast it feels like it might give out.

He reaches your floor turns the corner and stops because something is wrong your door is open wide and there are boxes. A Strangers a man standing near the entrance, moving things inside like he belongs there.Jungkook’s stomach drops.

No.

No, no, no—

He steps forward slowly at first, his breathing still uneven, his eyes scanning the space like he’s trying to find something familiar, something that proves this is temporary, that you’re still here somewhere, that this isn’t what it looks like.

But there’s nothing mo trace of you no sign just emptiness and someone else filling it.He swallows hard, his throat dry as he approaches the guy, his voice coming out rough, uneven, like it’s being dragged out of him.

“Hey—” he starts, slightly breathless, his words stumbling over each other, “the person who lived here where is she?”

The guy barely looks up at first, too focused on what he’s doing, but then he glances at Jungkook briefly, completely unaware of the storm standing in front of him.

“Oh,” he says casually, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t change everything. “She moved out.”Jungkook freezes.“…when?” he manages to ask, his voice quieter now, almost hollow.

“Two days ago,” the guy replies, already turning back to his boxes like the conversation is over, like it’s just another piece of information, nothing significant.

But for Jungkook it feels like everything caves in at once two days you’ve been gone for two days and he didn’t know didn’t see you didn’t get a chance didn’t get to fix anything didn’t even get to say goodbye.

His chest tightens so hard it hurts, his breathing faltering as he just stands there, staring past the guy, past the open door, into a space that used to be yours and is now nothing.

Empty just like that nd for the first time since all of this started Jungkook realizes something far worse than being ignored you didn’t just shut him out you left.

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18+ :: get(o) cucked ! , satoru fucking you in front of his bestfriend after suguru gets dumped

“suguru,” satoru coos as he pulls away from your drenched core, a string of your arousal still connecting him until he licks it away. “i’m really sorry to hear about your breakup, man. hey, let me know if i can do anything to help, yeah?”

you whine at the loss, blinking open to cast your gaze to where your boyfriend’s phone is set up on your nightstand, capturing you as you lean back against the headboard, legs raised. without satoru’s tongue fucking into you, you regain enough rationality to try and pull down your shirt but he keeps a firm hand, holding it up just above your tits so both men can have a good view. “keep that shirt up, pretty. let him see those pretty tits bounce.”

suguru groans, dark hair tousled as he leans back against his couch in a state of dishevelment that can only be explained as a post-breakup slump. 

“shut the fuck up,” he heaves, hand dipping below the frame to stroke himself. “you’re such a conceited asshole.”

you bite your lip, bucking up into nothing and satoru laughs at you both, slapping at your core lightly and making you jolt. 

“what do you mean? i’m going out of my way to help you. i don’t just share my girl with anyone. isn’t that right, sweets?” 

“you are a dick,” you mumble. 

your cheeks burn hot, embarrassment flooding you even as his words cause a bead of arousal to roll down your core and he swipes it away with a rough thumb, licking it up with an exaggeration moan. 

“god, don’t you wish you could taste her?” he groans for suguru. “so fucking delicious.”

“keep talking like that and i’ll go soft,” suguru says, but judging from the way his hand speeds up, you think it might be the opposite. 

satoru grins wide, all teeth and arrogance, as he pulls you up. he sits facing his phone and drags you onto his lap, your back against his chest, legs spread over one of his muscled thighs. “don’t act like a virgin. i know you want a closer look. and she wants you to look, don’t you?” 

you squirm as you feel the rough denim of satoru’s jeans press against your bare, sensitive pussy and try to hide your face in his neck. but your awful boyfriend only chuckles low, forcing your hips to grind forward. “aw, baby, don’t be like that. suguru’s just jealous over there, pumping his cock like it’s his only friend left. right?” 

suguru’s breath stutters and he reaches over to adjust the phone for a better angle on himself, his fist wrapped tight around his thick shaft, sliding up and down with deliberate pumps. “you talk too fucking much. just get on with it.” 

satoru laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back as he rocks your pussy harder against his thigh, the friction building slick heat between your legs. your clit drags over the seam of his jeans, sending jolts of pleasure that makes you whimper softly, mortified that suguru can hear every wet slide. 

“see that, suguru?” your boyfriend purrs. “she’s soaking my pants already. ride it harder, baby—grind that pretty pussy on me. tell him how good it feels. or are you too embarrassed? come on, moan for the camera.” 

you bite your lip, heat creeping up your neck, but satoru’s fingers dig in, forcing a rhythm back and forth and back and forth, your folds parting around the hard muscle. 

you shudder out his name. “this feels…”

“that’s it, sweets,” he drags out sweetly, nipping the lobe while his other hand slides up to pinch your nipple through your shirt.  “fuck my thigh like you mean it. look at suguru, baby—his dick’s leaking just from watching you. bet he wishes he could feel this juicy cunt instead of his own hand. right, suguru? admit it, you’re hard as fuck for my girl.” 

suguru grunts, his strokes audible now, fist slick with his own pre-cum. “you’re such a dick, satoru. bet you cum from your own dirty talk.” 

knowing just how desperate your boyfriend can get, you whine as the pleasure coils tight. your pussy clenches around nothing as you rut faster, clit throbbing against satoru’s jeans. 

“w-wait,” you manage through your gasps, humiliated how loud your slick sounds are, how suguru’s watching every desperate grind. “oh, fuck—it’s too much!”

satoru smirks at the phone, his thigh flexing up to rub harder against your swollen lips. “hear that? that’s how she sounds when she’s close. but you’re not getting there, baby, not yet. slow down—tease yourself for him. show suguru how you edge that pussy on my leg.”

he stills your hips just enough to make you whine in protest, hands closing around his biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. 

“fuck you, satoru,” suguru groans, but his hand doesn’t stop, twisting around his cockhead with a wet schlick. “let her cum. you’re dragging this out.” 

“jealous much?” satoru shoots back, then turns his attention back to you, murmuring in your ear. “want more? you’re gonna have to work for it. come here, face me and get on all fours.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to move, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and tugging them open just enough to free his thick cock. it springs out, hard and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum as he gives it a lazy stroke. 

you do not need to be told twice. 

“come on, crawl over and wrap your pretty lips around me. show suguru how you do it.” 

you turn and crawl up his legs, ass lifted for the camera, thighs parting slightly to expose your dripping folds, the cool air hitting your heated skin. 

satoru leans back on his hands as you take over stroking him, kissing the length of it. “open your mouth, let me see your tongue.”

you part your lips, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty bead on his tip before taking him in, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. 

he groans, thrusting shallowly to hit the back of your throat, the stretch making your eyes water. one of your hands reaches back between your thighs, fingers sliding through the mess of slick and drool, circling your clit before dipping into your entrance with a soft squelch. 

distantly, you hear suguru curse. 

your fingers work your pussy in rhythm, plunging in and out, thumb rubbing your swollen clit as juices coat your hand and trickle down your thigh. 

“shit, look at her.” suguru’s breath hitches audibly, his strokes turning rougher, cock twitching in his grip. “ass up like that, fingering herself while she’s slurping on your dick. you’re a bastard for this, satoru, but fuck if it isn’t working.”

satoru chuckles before breaking into a soft moan. “yeah? bet you’re leaking just watching. hear that—ngh—sound? that's her creaming on her own fingers because my cock’s got her that desperate. go on, baby—moan around my cock. tell suguru how much you love sucking me off, how you’re throbbing for it.” 

he pulls your hair tighter, holding you steady as he grinds deeper and deeper, the head of his dick pulsing against his tongue. 

your mouth works satoru’s dick with desperate suction, tongue swirling around the thick shaft as you bob deeper, gagging on the length that fills your throat. saliva drips down your chin while your fingers plunge relentlessly into your soaked pussy, chasing your own high. your ass stays high, thighs spread wide for the phone, letting suguru watch every clench of your walls and every glide of your thumb over your throbbing clit. 

pleasure builds in your core, your body trembling on the edge, but satoru’s breaths turn ragged, his hips stuttering as he grips your hair tighter. 

“fuck, baby—slow down,” satoru grunts, voice rough and strained, his cock swelling against your tongue. before you can double down, he yanks you off with a wet pop, your lips leaving him shiny and slick, strings of spit connecting you to his pulsing head. 

you gasp for air, spluttering. “why?”

satoru strokes himself once, twice, eyes flicking to the phone, where suguru’s face is flushed, his own fist flying over his cock. 

suguru seems to catch onto what you don’t because he suddenly says, “wait, don’t stop—let me see her cum, satoru, you asshole—”

“night, suguru. enjoy the blue balls.” satoru grins, leaning forward and around you to end the call with a wet finger. 

he tosses the phone aside, not giving it another glance, and hauls you up by your arms like you weigh nothing. he drops back into the bed and pulls you up onto his lap, your pussy clenching empty now that your fingers are gone. “did you like that, sweets?” he coos, though he knows the answer, if your state is any indication. 

“that was mean.” you pout, squirming. “he was going to cum.”

“i’m not letting anyone see you cum.” his hands slide down to your hips, lifting you over his cock. “up you go, ride me proper.”

he lines you up, the broad head nudging your dripping entrance and making you whine in anticipation. 

you sink yourself down with a sharp cry, his thickness stretching you wide, filling every inch until your ass meets his lap, buried to the hilt. the burn of the stretch mixes with relief, your walls fluttering as he wastes no time—thrusting hard, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. 

satoru grabs your wrists, guiding your hands to the headboard above. “hold on tight, baby, i’m not going to be able to slow down.”

you obey, fingers curling just in time as he starts fucking up into you in earnest. 

his hips snap upward with brutal force, cock dragging against your inner walls, hitting deep with each drive. your tits bounce with every thrust, nipples hard and aching in the cool air, while your pussy gushes around him, coating his shaft and balls with your arousal. 

“ah—fuck! satoru, you’re so deep,” you moan, body jolting, the headboard creaking under your grip. 

he angles his hips just right, grinding against that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyes, his free hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, twisting it until you arch your back. sweat slicks your skin, the room smelling of sex and sweat, but he doesn’t let up—pounding relentlessly, his voice dropping low and filthy as words spill out. 

“god, look at you, taking my cock like a greedy little slut—your pussy’s sucking me in so tight. you’re so fucking wet. bet you loved putting on that show for suguru, didn’t you? fingering that wet hole while he jerked off to you. but now it’s all mine, baby—gonna fill you up, pump you full of cum.” 

you feel him throb harder inside you, his thrusts growing more erratic as his own voice turns him on more. you submit yourself completely, falling into his chest and letting him bear hug you, burying his face in your neck and inhaling ferally. 

“fuck yeah—imagine suguru hearing you scream my name right now, knowing he can’t have this tight pussy wrapped around him.” satoru’s breath hitches, his grip around you tightening. 

“gonna cum?” you stutter, meeting his thrusts. 

he nods frantically, a whiny tilt entering his tone. “so fucking much, baby, oh god. gonna cum so hard for you.” 

with a guttural groan, he slams up one last time, burying deep as he cums hard. hot spurts flood your pussy, coating your insides, his body shuddering beneath you while he rides out the waves, still muttering praises between clenched teeth. 

“that’s it, take it all,” he rasps, hips jerking shallowly to push it in deeper, your walls clenching around him in response, drawing out his release until he’s spent panting into your hair. “god, you kill me every time.” 

you let out a breath, slumping into him fully. “think suguru is still mad?” 

your boyfriend chuckles weakly. “i gave him some real life material. he should be grateful if anything.”

his phone pings on time and satoru groans, fumbling around the sheets until his fingers close around it. he holds it up and you tilt your head over your shoulder to see. 

there’s a single notification. 

suguru: involve me

a/n: thank you to @jayflrt 4 alpha reading !! we can't talk here, email me

[jiminsafairy]

I want two boyfriends so I can dress them like twins -  boyfriends Jungkook and Taehyung

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader , boyfriend!taehyung x reader

summary: why choose one of your boyfriends when you can have both? especially when they are willing to share you in a crowded booth

tags: established relationship, polyamori , multiple partners

warnings: HEAVY exhibitionism LIKE SUPER HEAVY!!!, voyeurism, hinting at a poliamory relationship, multiple orgasms, tit play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), creampie, praise, sloppy seconds

wc:~ 1.8k

The music in the club is so loud you can’t hear your own thoughts, but you can feel every part of Jungkook pressed against you. Your short skirt rides high as you move, your strapless top clinging to your skin with nothing underneath. Feeling how hard he is already through his jeans, you grind back, teasing him.

Jungkook’s lips press to your neck, and you tilt your head, exposing the line of your throat to his mouth. “Let’s go back,” you whisper against his ear. “Now. I need you to fuck me.” His hand slips into yours, and you pull him off the floor, weaving through the crowd until you reach the empty booth.

As Jungkook drops onto the couch, and you climb into his lap, putting your knees on either side of him, making your skirt ride high. As you bend down to give him a kiss, his hands grab your thighs and his thumbs dig in.

He tastes like whiskey. 

As you roll onto Jungkook, his grip on your thighs tightens. His hard cock presses against his jeans, hitting exactly where your wet panties are barely covered by your skirt. One hand slips under your skirt to grab your ass, and his mouth is hot on yours. His other hand joins, squeezing both cheeks while his thumbs work the thin lace of your underwear. He pulls back to rasp against your lips. 

“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” he says, pressing his hard length up against your soaked pussy. 

“Mmh. You’re so hard…” His hands leave your ass and glide up your sides and his fingers slip under the hem of your top, pushing the fabric down. His hands cup your breasts and his thumbs drag  over your hard nipples. 

“Fucking gorgeous," he growls.

You shiver, rolling down your hips on him again. Your forehead bumps against Jungkook’s, both of you breathing hard as you keep moving on him. “Jungkook… fuck. I need you in me. Now.”

“Yeah?” he rasps as his hands grip your hips tighter, thrusting up a little, grinding against you. “Right here?”

“Yes,” you whine, lifting up on your knees for him to fumble with his zipper. Your skirt rides high as he frees himself and you wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly.

Jungkook groans as you keep pumping him, and he pushes your panties aside. Lining him up, you sink down. The stretch makes you gasp, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you take him all the way until you feel your thighs tight against his hips.

“Fuck!” Jungkook’s hands dig into your ass as you start riding him. Your breasts bounce freely, your tiny skirt doing nothing to cover the way you move on him.

You’re so lost in the feeling of his hands, his mouth on your neck and his cock deep inside you that you don’t notice someone else coming close to you. You look up mid‑bounce and see Taehyung leaning against the booth, grinning.

“We’re gonna grab more drinks,” he says with ease, but his eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce as you ride Jungkook. “Do you two want anything?”

Jungkook groans as his hips jerk up. “Another whiskey,” he pants.

“Just, ah. Beer,” you gasp, moaning when Jungkook thrusts harder.

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums. His hand lifts and brushes over your bare breasts and his fingers tease your nipples. He rolls one between his fingers, then the other. You lean into his touch without thinking. Taehyung comes closer and his lips are near your ear as he gives your nipple a sharp pinch. “You better hurry up, Jungkookie,” he murmurs, “’cause I’m fucking her next.”

You laugh breathlessly as Taehyung lets go of your nipple and pats your cheek. “Beer and whiskey,” he says lightly, straightening up. “Don’t go anywhere.”

The second Taehyung disappears into the crowd, Jungkook’s hands grab your hips again. “You hear that?” he says roughly. “He wants you next. But right now you’re mine.”

You try to answer, but he leans in and his mouth covers your breast. His tongue circles your nipple before he sucks hard, making you moan and dig your fingers into his hair.

“Jungkook!” you cry as he keeps hitting that spot that makes your legs shake.

“Come on, baby,” he breathes against your skin, moving to your other breast, sucking and rolling your nipple with his tongue. “You feel so good… let go for me.”

The pleasure builds quickly, making your head drop back and your moans to become louder. Strong and firm, his hips keep slamming into you. “Yes! Fuck, yes! It's so good, don't stop!” you whimper, clinging to him.

“I’ve got you baby, cum for me.”

Your release hits you hard, knocking the air out of you. Your whole body shudders, grinding down as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through you. He holds you tight and keeps moving inside you, whispering praises in your ear. You slump against him, still gasping, but he doesn't stop. His hands grip your hips and he thrusts faster, making you bounce in his lap. “You feel amazing,” he groans as hips snap up harder, closing his eyes. “So fucking tight. I'm gonna cum inside you.”

“Yes, God, yes, keep going,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his jaw. You squeeze around him on purpose, knowing what it does to him. He gasps and you do it again, clenching around him, whispering, “Jungkookie… Be a good boy and fill me up.”

He climaxes hard, spilling deep inside you as his body tenses beneath you and a deep groan breaks from his chest. As the music continues to pound around you, you stay there, breathing against one another, like it's just the two of you in the club and you're not surrounded by hundreds of humans. “You know what that does to me when you call me that.”

You smile against his neck. “Of course I know. That’s why I said it, my good boy.” He laughs, shaking his head, and you both dissolve into soft giggles.

That’s when Taehyung appears again, weaving through the crowd with two glasses. He sets them on the table and his eyes immediately drop to where you’re still joined to Jungkook. He doesn’t say anything and slides onto the bench beside Jungkook, leaning back. “Good job keeping her ready for me,” he says as his hand moves to his zipper.

You shiver when he frees his cock from his pants and strokes himself a few times. “C’mon, sweetheart,” Taehyung demands as his chin tilts toward his thick, waiting cock as he pumps again. “Sit back here for me.”

You look at Jungkook. He just smirks, giving your thigh a soft pat. “Go on. He’s waiting.”

Lifting yourself slowly, you gasp at the drag as you slide off Jungkook as you feel his release still slick between your thighs. Jungkook zips himself up, but his eyes stay focused on you as you climb into Taehyung’s lap, straddling him backwarda so your back presses to his chest.

Taehyung grabs your hips helping you to settle into his lap. “Fuck,” he breathes against your ear, sliding his tip through your wetness. “Jungkook stretched you so well… now sink down, baby.”

A soft whimper escapes you as you lower yourself onto him, sinking until he’s buried fully inside you, stretching you out. His arms wrap around you, one hand cupping your breast, fingers teasing your already sensitive nipple while his hips start moving beneath you.

The booth fills up again. Hoseok and Yoongi slide in with new drinks, laughing about something they saw on the dance floor. No one even blinks at your bare chest or at Taehyung’s hands all over you.

“Man, you should’ve seen Namjoon carrying those shots,” Hoseok laughs. “Almost wiped out three people.”

Yoongi smirks, taking a drink. “At least nothing hit the floor this time.”

“He’s too big for his own good,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fixed on you as you squirm.

“You three staying here all night?” Hoseok teases, glancing from Jungkook to Taehyung, then to you.

“Nah,” Jungkook says, leaning in to brush his lips over your cheek. His hand slips between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing it. “We’ll head back to the floor soon,” he murmurs.

Taehyung thrusts deeper and you bite your lip, hips rocking down on him. “F‑fuck… Jungkook…” you whisper, your hand grabbing Taehyung’s wrist when he pinches your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. “Tae! Don’t stop. Oh God, don't stop!” you pant out.

“That’s it, baby” Jungkook rasps, his finger flying against your clit. "You look so fucking beautiful when you cum." He leans in, mouth clamping over your left breast, sucking hard.

Your head falls back on Taehyung’s shoulder as your orgasm hits hard. Your thighs shake, and your nails dig into Taehyung’s arms while he holds you steady and keeps moving inside you.

Hoseok lifts his glass with a grin. “Guess she’s having a good time.”

“Always,” Taehyung rumbles in your ear, giving your breast one last squeeze before rolling his hips again, feeling your muscles twitch around his cock.

“Kook,” Yoongi grins at Jungkook, “Are you coming back out with us? They’re busy.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says easily, his hand sliding over your thigh as Taehyung thrusts again, pushing deep inside you, making you moan. “You good, baby?”

“Mhm… yeah.” you breathe out.

“Good,” Jungkook says softly, stealing a quick kiss before standing. He tosses Taehyung a look and a smirk. “Don’t take too long.”

Taehyung hums low, and smiles against your ear. “No promises.”

Jungkook slips off into the crowd with that lazy grin, leaving you still trembling and weak in Taehyung’s lap. 

“Guess it’s just us now,” Taehyung murmurs against your ear. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your tender nipples until you squirm.  “Ride me, baby… you know how I like it,” he commands.

“Mmm Tae. you're so deep… stretching me so good…” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder as you push back down to meet him, hips rolling with his in a frantic rhythm.

He growls low in his throat and pinches your nipple. “Say that again,” he rasps, snapping his hips up harder.

“You’re, ah, stretching me so good!” you moan. “Fuck me harder, Tae, please!”

“Already so full,” he pants as he drives deeper into you. “Such a greedy little pussy, still swallowing me after Kook just filled you.”

“Right there. Oh god, Tae!” you cry, head falling back on his shoulder. He tugs and rolls your nipples, sending sparks through you until you’re shaking.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, grinding his hips and burying himself so deep his balls slap your ass as his release floods into you. You moan softly and lean limp against him. His thrusts slow until he stops completely, his cock left deep inside you, while his fingers still work your sensitive nipples. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs against your ear as he nips lightly at your neck. He kisses along your jaw. “Let’s go find Kook,” he says quietly. “Then we’ll go home… just us. No distractions.”

A breathless giggle breaks from you. “Yeah,” you whisper, leaning back against him. “Let’s go.”

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⠀⠀　 　 　⠀ᝰ‧₊ JUST THE GIRL ᵎᵎ

𓇼 °｡ pairing: sorority girl!reader x wannabe rockstar!jk

𓇼 °｡ content/warnings: enemies with benefits, popular girl x bad boy, regina and rodrick coded, college au, forced proximity, coworkers au, 2000s au, romcom, smut (protected sex, angry dirty talk, spanking, choking, breast play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving, semi public sex), light angst, coming of age, recreational alcohol and drug use, reader is a mean girl (but not really), both are video game nerds, some video game references, reader's friends are horrible ppl, 28.7k words

the year is 2005 and the summer before senior year. one catastrophic semester of blackout parties and blown off midterms has cost you not just your scholarship, but your wealthy parents' patience. their solution is to cut you off cold turkey. no more credit card. no more safety net. just a dial tone and a slap of reality. you end up with an embarrassing part-time job at the gamestop by your sorority house and spend hours working with the insufferable jeon jungkook. he’s arrogant, loud, and the lead singer of a local band that produces nothing but noise pollution. you've hated each other for years and as soon as you walk in for your first day, the summer is ruined. you complain about your new job and coworker, despite harbouring a love for video games that would ruin your reputation. no one can know. in fact, managing a guild on the hottest mmo out is your dirty little secret and escape from reality - especially with your fellow player jkae, who runs the guild with you. it’s your safe haven away from the real world, where you can be whoever you want and you don’t need to conform to anyone’s expectations. not your sorority, not your parents, and especially not your stupid coworker with a infuriatingly charming smirk. as months progress, you find solace in your friendship with jkae, while navigating something unexpected. somewhere in between closing shifts and arguments in the stockroom, you end up in jungkook's bed. repeatedly. nothing is wrong with a summer fling, even if it’s with someone as annoying as him, but things change when your online world and real world collide.

notes: hi hello!! excited to share this fic, i had a lot of fun writing it :) i only ever write friends to lovers so bear with me haha also theres probably gonna be some historical inaccuracies at some point but it is what it is lol hope y'all enjoy!!

“so, um, do i seriously have to wear that?”

you already look like you’re lost to begin with, standing in the middle of a gamestop wearing embellished low rise jeans and strappy sandals. mac blankety is smeared across your lips and you look at your new manager with narrowed eyes, just enough for your frosty lids to shimmer underneath the store’s dull fluorescent lights. in front of you, he has a hand outstretched with a grey polyester polo, adorned with the gamestop logo, dangling from his grip.

unfortunately, you aren’t lost. not even close.

darryl is somewhere around his late twenties, but the pull of his hairline doesn’t do much to help his case. he looks at you expectantly, until you bite back a sigh and take the uniform from him.

the interview went fast - probably just under ten minutes - and you accepted the job on the spot. you’ve been applying to dozens of jobs for the past few days, only to be rejected by all of them because you’ve never worked in your life. you came to the strip near where you live, unable to charm the rude receptionist at the tanning salon next door, while the last place you wanna try is anywhere in the mall because you didn’t even want to risk running into anyone you know. so, you walked into this stupid gamestop.

this. . .this is safe. none of your friends would even think of stepping foot in here and it’s only for the summer.

besides, you aced the interview. at least the knowledge part. the customer service part was whatever (he was a bit concerned about your attitude), but you thoroughly impressed darryl by going off your opinion on halo 2 and how you would sell a hard drive for the playstation 2. otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten the job if you weren’t a pretty girl, but these are desperate times.

when you look out the window, the sun shines bright for the early may afternoon and given the scorching heat wave outside, the store is practically empty. so, when the front door rings, you brace yourself for maybe a pack of snotty middle schoolers coming to get their hands on the new pokemon emerald.

instead, you’re met face to face with jeon jungkook.

you hear him before you see him, as he hums obnoxiously to the song playing in his ears.

that. fucking. loser. you would recognize him anywhere - he’s been terrorizing you since the moment you met in your freshman orientation group. the lead singer of the disturbance to society that is SW!M, there’s nobody at your college that hasn’t heard of his merry band of musicians. everyone on campus knows jungkook and his stupid wannabe warped tour band not just through their huge presence on myspace, but how they somehow always seem to be seen at the right parties with the right people. he’s hard to miss, standing out against the crowd.

you freeze.

on the other hand, you absolutely cannot be recognized. you would rather die than have anyone know that you have to work this damn part-time job.

before you can react, darryl shuffles from behind the counter and throws a set of keys at jungkook.

“you’re here, thank god!”

then, you see it. a black lanyard hanging from jungkook’s neck and his name written on the card. nothing else about his appearance remotely signals that he works here otherwise - he’s wearing cargo pants, a black muscle tee, and beat up vans. his dark hair falls underneath his ears and the silver hoops that dangle from them, matching the bar that runs through his eyebrow and the ring on his bottom lip.

jungkook doesn’t even look at darryl, catching the keys without doing so. his eyes zero in on you, looking helpless by the cash register, and especially on the gamestop-issued polo in your hand. he stops in tracks, mid-bubblegum chew, and yanks his earphones out when he sees you.

a hot flush has already crept onto your cheeks and you open your mouth to stutter out something, anything, but darryl speaks before you do.

he walks over to jungkook, clapping him on the back. “congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.”

this pulls him out of the way he’s staring at you, but your shoulders are now tense and your mind is racing with the dozens of excuses you can spew out. hell, you contemplate quitting on the spot - five minutes into your new job.

jungkook finally realizes darryl’s presence and turns to him, scratching his head. "what the hell are you talking about, man?” he asks, while still side eying you from where he stands.

you want to crawl into a hole and die at this point.

“tomorrow, i’m going to europe for two months -”

“- the fuck?”

“yeah, i’m gonna try and ‘find myself’ and all that. so, you’re going to be acting manager for the time being,” darryl rattles off, making a grand gesture into the air about this trip that he did not mention once since you walked into the store. evidently, jungkook was not informed either, as seen by the bewildered expression on his face.

you don’t even know what to say, if you should say anything at all. you look at darryl with an equally confused face. god, you should have just sucked it up and tried getting an interview at the mall at this point.

jungkook just stares at him. “dude, what?” he pauses, thinking for a second. “wait. . .do i get a raise?”

“yeah. oh, also, this is our new employee!”

the head turn that jungkook makes your way is slow and comical, but even with the alarms going off in your head, you have to stand your ground. so, you glare right at him, arms folded across your chest, as if daring him to say shit to you.

really, he kinda has every right to make fun of you. for the past three years, jungkook has only ever see you in very specific places. he’s seen you at parties where you don’t even look at people who aren’t a part of greek life, parading your little beetle convertible around town with your hair blowing in the wind, and in lectures, where you can barely keep yourself awake after a night of drinking. on campus, you walk everywhere like you own the place and jungkook is certain that he’s never seen you wear anything but the colour pink.

and now, you’re standing in the middle of his shitty part-time job, with an ugly grey employee uniform bunched up in your fist.

jungkook smirks at you when the realization settles into his head. “oh, we’ve met.”

in that moment, you try and remember positive thoughts. you think of the breathing exercises that your yoga instructor taught you - those damn yoga lessons are now so far out of reach. every class was charged to the credit card your dad gave you and as of two days ago, poof. gone. remembering this only causes your blood pressure to spike even higher.

darryl doesn’t even care, walking back to behind the counter, where his belognings are. “great. since you’ll be acting store manager as of today, you will have to train her.”

“w-what?!” you sputter out, looking at darryl like he’s absolutely lost it.

he gestures to jungkook. “i have to get home and finish packing. jungkook will go over everything you need to know,” darryl says, whistling to himself. “oh, and uh, welcome to the team.”

“are you leaving now?” you ask and your eyes widen.

“yup. the two of you will be doing the closing shift together,” darryl answers. “see you both in six weeks!”

meanwhile, jungkook just pinches the bridge of his nose. “really?”

“really!”

your jaw aches from the pressure of clenching it so tightly. it’s unclear what burns so deeply on your face. a good part of it is sheer embarrassment, but you also feel your heart marching from anxiety. you look at darryl’s bored eyes, then your eyes flicker over the smug expression on jungkook.

just like that, darryl walks right out the store.

jungkook stares out the door, probably still confused about his random promotion.

“listen -” you start, but don’t even know how to explain yourself.

he looks at back at you and raises a single eyebrow. “what? did daddy’s money run out?” jungkook chuckles lowly, sauntering over to where you stand behind the counter.

“oh, fuck off,” you hiss, still frozen in place.

he flings darryl’s set of keys into a drawer and sets his belongings on the floor before punching into the time card machine.

“you don’t gotta wear that shit.”

“what?” you snap, looking down at your outfit. the last thing you needed was jungkook making comments about your appearance.

he just rolls his eyes and steps closer to you. at that, you instinctively step backwards, your ass hitting the counter, and jungkook is unintentionally caging you in. he smells like cigarettes and vanilla, maybe something spicy as well. he looks down at your big eyes and lets out a laugh, mocking you just a little. then, he plucks the polo shirt in your hand and backs off like nothing, tossing it into an empty cardboard box.

“the uniform, dumbass,” jungkook says.

you let out an exasperated huff, still not able to find any words. you don’t owe him an explanation, but you do make out a threat.

“if you tell anyone that i’m working here, i will personally make your life a living hell,” you promise, stepping closer to him to muster up as much intimidation you can.

but, jungkook doesn’t budge. he finds what you said real funny, laughing again like you told the wittiest joke in the world. his eyes make a once over over you, crawling from your feet to your heat, and he doesn’t look impressed at all.

“and if i do?”

“i’ll kill you,” you answer simply, ignoring the way his intense gaze doesn’t even falter.

“god, i’m terrified,” he drawls out, the same smirk on his face remaining fixed there. “you can walk out now, if you really want.”

the front door rings and in the span of about five seconds, half the store is full. it seems like school has ended and in front of you is that crowd of middle schoolers looking for pokemon emerald, like you predicted. it happens so fast, the way all these kids and their parents come in, leaving you and jungkook in the thick of it all.

jungkook grits his teeth. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

you send him a thin smile. “what was that again? should i just walk out?”

“shut up,” he shoots back. “just. . .just stand by the register. if you have any questions, just look here.”

he reaches underneath the counter and tosses a thick binder onto the surface, a cloud of dust erupting at the slam. you cough, waving your manicured nails around to clear the air and when it does, you read the cover. it says training manual and before you can say anything else, he’s left to go yell at some little kids for touching merchandise.

a part of you does want to walk out and abandon jungkook for the wolves, but you also know that you have little to no chance at landing another job. the whole dropping off your resume and batting your eyelashes for an interview was humiliating enough. you need the money.

it turns out that little binder is the most training that jungkook bothers to give you. he’s a bit disgruntled - he obviously doesn’t wanna be here as much as you do - and is just as unfriendly to customers as you. no wonder darryl hired you, it’s not like he had much of a standard to begin with.

in between trying to figure out the register, the rush goes grows bigger and so does the line in front of you.

jungkook doesn’t help at all, preoccupied with stacking some gaming magazines while you suffer.

“read the binder,” he says every single time you have a question, rolling his eyes at you.

you wrinkle your nose at him, having enough of getting grime from the pages that look like they haven’t been touched since the eighties. “is there nobody else that can come in? maybe someone who can train me properly?” you grumble.

within your first shift at gamestop, a total of five of the worst hours of your life, you quickly learn that the store is understaffed. jungkook mentions that the one other employee that worked here quit yesterday. it’s the only real conversation you get out of him, who you understand is rightfully pissed about the store manager going off on a random, last-minute vacation. he spends the entire time either ignoring you or tormenting you.

you manage to get through the first bit of the day with the binder, but you’ve never been so flustered in your life. it’s true - you’ve never had to work a day in your damn life and now, you’re running around like a headless chicken to cater to snotty little kids. at least the moms give you sympathetic looks.

when the afternoon rush ends, you’re able to take a deep breath.

well, not for long.

after you cash out the last person in the store, you think you’re free, until jungkook walks over with a mop and bucket.

“get to work. the back is looking a mess,” he says simply, a lopsided grin playing on his lips.

you furrow your brows, looking at the mop. “yeah, no.”

“no?”

“no! i’m not a maid, you think i’m going to mop the floor?” you shriek.

jungkook laughs and without saying more, drops the bucket in front of you and shoves the mop in your hand. it seems like he’s quickly figured out that you’re not going anywhere because if you could, you would have left already.

the last thing you needed this summer is to be at the mercy of jeon jungkook of all people, but he’s realized that you have no choice to be here and is already taking advantage of it.

“first day duties, princess. chop chop.”

you inhale slowly, trying to calm yourself down. you also try to remember if you know how to mop a floor. at least you’ll be in a different room than jungkook. your eye twitches when you watch him sit on a stool, pulling out a psp to pass time.

“you -”

honestly, you can’t even finish your sentence, not with the way he just completely ignores you. you complain to yourself under your breath in frustration and walk to the back room. it doesn’t help that you can hear jungkook cackle as you leave and it takes all of you willpower to not hurl the wooden mop into his stupid face.

you take your sweet time with mopping the disgusting back room and when you come out to inform jungkook that you’ll be taking your fifteen minute break - yes, you read that you get one of those in that stupid training manual - you hear a fit of laughter.

jungkook is preoccupied with a conversation, leaning casually against the wall and talking to none other than park jimin. he’s the bassist of SW!M and just as much of a menace as jungkook, if not more.

during some party last semester, you reamed out jimin in the middle of it all for accidentally spilling his beer all over your new bebe top. of course, jungkook came to his defense and after a back and forth screaming match, you dumped your own beer all over him. that was probably the last time you ever had a conversation with jungkook, which explains why you were immediately set off when he walked into the store.

by the mischievous glint in jungkook’s eye, it’s clear that he hasn’t forgotten either.

jimin is hunched over the counter, looking over at jungkook’s psp, and is dressed in a familiar-looking blue polo shirt with yellow collars.

great. jungkook’s loser friend works at the blockbuster right next door, which means this won’t be the last time you’ll see him.

“do you do any actual work around here?” you scoff at him, slamming the bucket down on the tiled floor.

“see,” jungkook snickers, ignoring your question to nudge jimin. “i told you i wasn’t lying.”

he’s clearly been spreading the news that you’re his new employee. you suppose it can’t be helped if this best friend works next door and visits, but you’re already on high alert. you can already imagine how people are going to talk about you.

jimin looks up and his eyes go round at the sight of you. “woah -” he says your name, as if you guys are the best of friends. a cast of fear imemdiately washes over his face.

“not a fucking word!” you threaten, pointing a finger in both males’ direction. “neither of you. will say. anything. about me working here.”

while jungkook rolls his eyes, jimin puts his hands up in defense and just nods rapidly at the sound of your scary tone. he looks like he’s one second away from bursting into tears, almost. he doesn’t like crossing you and has paid for it in the past.

“you got it!”

you walk over closer to jungkook, crossing your arms. “i’m taking my break now.”

obviously, he doesn’t care. he’s the rare kind of person that doesn’t fall for your intimidation tactics and never has, which drives you nuts.

“‘kay.” he shrugs. “when you’re back, i got more things for you to do.”

“what things?” you query. you can already tell that something is up and you hate that you have no choice but to follow orders of you apparent store manager.

he looks too pleased with himself, especially since you’ve had no room to refuse any of his directions so far. “you can wipe the windows and dust the displays.”

“sure, your highness. anything else?”

jungkook grins. he points to a box on the floor and when you peer into it, there’s dozens of xbox game cases inside.

he says, “those are all pre-owned games that need to be put on the shelf. label all of them and organize them by genre, then alphabetically.”

your jaw drops. this is your first day and jungkook is making it your worst one. the worst part is that you have to just suck it up. you can’t believe this.

“you are such a fucking loser!” you exclaim, as you stomp away to the back room for your break.

this was supposed to be your summer. the last summer before you graduate college. instead, you’re stuck taking classes to make up for the ones that you flunked over the winter when you should be doing something fun and exciting. hell, you should be the one jetting off to europe to ‘find yourself’ or whatever the hell darryl said. maybe tanning some place in the caribbean. at the very least, you thought your presence would be welcomed at your family’s summer house in the hamptons, but that quickly left the picture as soon as your parents cut you off.

since you’ll be near campus to take your make up classes, you might as well stay in your little sorority house. we won’t be giving you a dime until the fall and you are completely on your own.

your dad’s words ring in your ears as your fifteen minute break flies by and you’re left with the scent of windex on your hands, while jungkook continues to chat happily with jimin. he’s not even greeting any customers that walk in, too preoccupied with the game in his hand. you scoff and roll your eyes, as you wipe the front windows.

by the time you’re done and you’ve moved onto the box of games, jungkook is at least doing a semblance of his job by helping a customer with a console issue. you crouch next to the cardboard box and find the label maker, wrinkling your nose at the amount of work you have to do.

he ignores you as usual, until you get to stocking the shelves. sauntering over, jungkook’s voice behind you makes you jump.

“put the racing games out first, they sell better.”

you whip around and look up to see him hovering over your shoulder, inspecting your work. he sighs when he notices that you’ve actually managed to make all the labels correctly. you wonder if jungkook has been waiting for you to make a mistake all day, probably hoping for the chance at berating you.

before you can help yourself, you retort back, “how is need for speed going to outsell gta? you do realize this was the biggest release last year, right?”

jungkook was already halfway turned around and ready to walk over to where jimin is still loitering by the counter, but freezes. he slowly looks back at you, brows creased. oh fuck. you shouldn’t have said anything.

“wait, what did you say?” he asks, as if he heard you incorrectly.

thankfully, you’re saved by a mother calling jungkook over for help about a game. her tween son is whining, begging her to buy a copy of resident evil 4, despite the rated M for mature sticker plastered on the cover. he doesn’t have a choice but to go over there, which saves you from the painful explanation of how exactly you know anything about what were the best selling games last year.

it’s a little stupid, the way you have to hide a hobby that you enjoy so much. after some stupid frat guy called you names for being into video games in freshman year, you’ve decided that it’s not even worth mentioning. when anyone looks at you, they come to a clear conclusion without you having to open your mouth. you’re conventionally pretty, ultra feminine, and you’re in a sorority. you don’t look like someone who spends their saturdays hunched over their gameboy. at the very least, it’s helped you land this job, which you desperately need.

the feeling of shame isn’t helped by the fact that your social circle is relatively judgemental. you forged a very specific identity for yourself when you rushed for zeta chi phi and wanted to be perceived in a certain way. being a computer science major is easily dismissed when people find out that your father owns a software development company, but you’d rather not anyone see you differently because of how you spend your free time.

at least no one batted an eye when you failed your exams. most of your sorority sisters did, anyways - they were the ones that you were with when you neglected your studies last semester. funnily enough, it wasn’t like you were partying your life away to fit in, but because you’d had enough of your overbearing parents constantly reminding you about your grades. all that for it to blow up in your face and make the situation worse.

you make some serious efforts to hide this, including stuffing your playstation 2 underneath your bed before any of your sisters come inside your room. when you come home that night from your first excruciating shift at gamestop, you pull it out and plug it in immediately.

there aren’t that many girls that stay in the sorority house over the summer. the ones that remain are just like you: students who need to take summer classes after flunking. once you arrive back to the house, you can tell that everybody’s gone and with a sigh, you make your way to your room to indulge in a well-deserved night of gaming.

after powering up your computer, you boot up the game and relax in your pink desk chair when you hear the music blare as the start-up screen for final fantasy xi appears in front of you. you’ve changed into your victoria secret pajamas and there’s a glass of wine next to your keyboard, completely prepared to decompress for the night.

no29: hiii anyone exping tonite ^^

the first thing you do when you log in is type to the linkshell chat belonging to your guild and then, see who’s online. there’s quite a few people on tonight, but it’s one user that replies to you immediately.

jkae: hey no29 jkae: u know the drill join the party

you breathe a sigh of relief. there aren’t too many reliable healers in your guild and no one is more proficient at it than jkae, who is a white mage and your co-leader. he joined the guild not too long after you established it and over the past few months, has quickly become your right hand man in just about every camp and raid that you’ve done. he loves the game and it’s clear with the way he runs the group with you, always available to help anyone in need.

no29: hii how was your day jkae: awful day at work wbu T_T no29: same no29: hows ur sister doing

one of your favourite things about the mmo community is that, even though these are strangers that are probably in a whole different part of the country, you feel so connected with them. jkae is genuinely one of your closest friends and you share so much with each other - he tells you about his younger sister and how she’s been battling a serious illness, while you tell him about how you’ve been struggling with school.

the idea of being able to be vulnerable with this complete stranger feels silly. you talk to jkae about things that you can’t with your friends in real life and express fears that you can’t even admit aloud. somewhere in between big raids and playing as a duo in smaller dungeons, you feel like you know him as if he’s really your friend.

you treat it as an escape from reality, away from overbearing parents and friends who don’t get you.

these conversations stretch out as your avatars travel to each levelling area and between monster pulls. before you know it, you’ve been on the game for hours and the time is trickling into the early morning. your raid group has dwindled down until it’s just you and jkae again, walking together and no longer talking about just the game.

jkae: u should just tell ur parents that they’re being too hard on u

you laugh at the way he’s able to lighten up any situation. when you do, you realize how hoarse your voice sounds and you squint on the wall clock. in a few hours, you have to wake up for one of your summer make up classes - the whole reason why you’re even left behind in your college town in the first place instead of going off on a holiday. rubbing a hand on your face, you type a farewell to your online friend.

“dude, i swear that she’s flawless.”

“did you know that she has a birkin? and a lexus?

jungkook rolls his eyes. he offered to be everyone’s designated driver after the gig tonight, letting everyone enjoy the first show of the summer by getting wasted, but the last thing he needed is having to hear all about his favourite new coworker. even hearing her name is like nails on a chalkboard, but jimin just had to go and blab about how zeta chi phi’s president is working at the local gamestop.

“don’t go around telling people about this,” jungkook growls, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “if word gets out, she’s gonna blame me and chew me out.”

beside him, a still-tipsy hoseok twirls his drumsticks mindlessly. “so, it’s some sort of secret part-time job?”

“who knows,” he scoffs. “she made a big deal about it on the first day. maybe daddy’s money ran out.”

in the backseat, jimin and taehyung don’t even care about the debate. they’re too busy arguing with each other about the rumours that they’ve heard about her. everything from her family to her wealth to her friends, the two bicker about the stupidest things that jungkook couldn’t give a single shit about.

taehyung raises a hand. “i heard she does photoshoots in italy. why doesn’t she go make some extra cash with that?”

“i heard that, too!” jimin adds, his eyes wide. “i even heard that some freshman once paid her thirty bucks just to step on his foot -”

“ - okay, enough! we’re here!”

the car comes to a sudden halt, stopped right in front of taehyung and jimin’s apartment building. jungkook has obviously had enough and barks at his friends to get the hell out. he rubs a hand across his very sober face, not in any sort of mood for this conversation.

he’s always had his problems with you and the crowd that you hang out with. you’re stuck up and live in a completely different world that he does, with your shiny lip gloss and designer heels that cost more than his damn car. for such a big campus, jungkook is surprised that he’s run into you so many times over the past three years, but it’s like fate has scratched his name to be constantly at odds with you.

there’s just so many instances of your crazy wrath. one time, you even pushed jungkook into a pool during a party. that was probably your worst offence. everything else ranged from you two having screaming matches in the middle of bars to jungkook sleeping with your sorority sister and making her late to your birthday dinner. the two of you look like you shouldn’t even know each other - with jungkook’s tattooed arms and metal running through his skin in contrast with your baby pink closet - but, you do. and it’s unfortunate.

jungkook doesn’t necessarily hate his job. he gets a nice discount on games and it pays the rent during the school year. the only thing that sucks is that the store has always been understaffed and he has to deal with snotty preteens on his own half the time. he didn’t think he wold ever complain about getting help on the sales floor. . .until you got hired.

the first week of you at the job, you come in late nearly everyday. jungkook can only give you so many menial and repetitive tasks as retaliation because it gets downright annoying. on top of that, he quickly realizes that no matter how many tasks he tries to give you to drive you away and quit, you seriously won’t do it. besides, it’s not like the store is going to be fine without you. it’s so hard to hire these days and technically, the store is now even more understaffed than before with darryl gone. jungkook just has to suck up the fact that you aren’t going anywhere and you’re gonna come in late, whether he likes it or not.

he’s left to deal with a rush of customers fifteen minutes after your shift is supposed to start, until you strut in wearing jean shorts and a red tube top. there’s a bikini top underneath and jungkook watches you clock in with narrowed eyes.

“where the fuck have you been?” jungkook snaps, arms folded across his chest. the redbull he chugged earlier is slowly wearing off until there’s nothing left but post-caffeine rage.

you shrug. “none of your business.”

when you walk in, you shove right past jungkook. he can smell a whiff of your vanilla perfume and you intentionally collide your hip with his. he doesn’t move away and neither do you.

“sweetheart, i’m in charge of your ass,” he reminds you with an scoff, but you pay him no mind and go into the back to put on a different shirt.

meanwhile, you’re suffering just as much as he is. there’s a hint of dark circles under your eyes from the amount of summer classes you’ve had to attend, all for you to race to gamestop right after the sessions come to a close for the day. it’s endless and you scrunch your nose at how hard you’ve had to work. is this what normal college students have to deal with? jesus.

on top of that, you have to hide your stupid fucking part-time job from your friends. there aren’t too many of you staying at the sorority house over the summer, only the dumbasses like yourself that partied too hard over the spring and let their grades slip, taking classes over the break. and of course, girls like elena and heather, who gave you shit for having to take on a part-time job.

“oh, honey. that is so horrible,” elena had said over breakfast a few days ago, literally shuddering at the thought of having to get a summer job. “so, your parents really meant it, then? cut off?”

you picked at your fruit bowl, frowning. “yup,” you reply simply, popping the ‘p’ like you didn’t care.

heather titled her head to the side. “so, where did you get the job?”

and that’s where the lie had to come in. there’s no way you were going to admit that you got a job at the stinky gamestop around the corner, so the words fall out of your mouth before you can help yourself. you had to think quick, figuring out a job where nobody could visit you and a job that sounded more fun than lame.

“i’m teaching surfing lessons at the beach.”

quickly, the girls saw the brighter side of things. heather gasped, hands to her cheeks.

she said, “wow, so you get to tan all day!”

from here on, you had to make sure of two things everyday. the first is that you bought some self-tanner because you could not afford any sessions with a bed. the second is wearing some sort of beach wear to your shifts at gamestop, looking like a damn fool every time you walk in, but you needed to leave the house looking like you were about to go catch some freaking waves.

of course, you don’t actually know how to swim, but the girls don’t need to know that.

today, you ignore jungkook’s usual complaint of how you’re late - there’s no way for you to actually make it to the store in time after your lecture - and go into the back room to kick off your flip flops for some platform flats. you also throw on a different shirt because you don’t need the little middle schoolers that come in to be staring at your tits.

the last few days have been nothing short of awful. you and jungkook yell at each other over every small thing, but to make matters worse, you have to follow his directions no matter what. at the very least, he tries to avoid you as much as possible physically. when he barks at you to go do something, it’s often on the other side of the store.

you take a deep breathe before you come outside, mentally preparing yourself from another six hours of hell.

when you emerge, you’re not even surprised to see jimin being a disruptive little shit at the front counter. he’s in his blockbuster uniform, as usual, and you wonder if you’ve ever actually seen him working next door. all the little shit does is disrupt jungkook during his shift by distracting him, which in turn, leads to jungkook making you do all the random shit around the store.

“dude, you should have bought more hyper potions.” jungkook laughing, hunched over the counter to watch jimin play on his gameboy.

the latter is in obvious distress. “shut up, i can beat him!” he growls, taking a moment to pause and think about his next move.

and of course, jungkook just takes one glance at you and points to the box of new stock by the door - silently ordering you to fill the shelves all by yourself. you smile the kind of smile people use when they’re imagining someone’s funeral. then, you saunter right up to jungkook, until you’re nearly chest to chest.

jungkook straightens up when you do so, an amused smirk on his face. your hardened expression is unwavering, though, and you narrow your eyes up at him. meanwhile, jimin has finally paused his game and looks at the two of you with great interest.

“i think it’s time for a staff meeting,” you grumbles. “storage room. now.”

he doesn’t look impressed. “what?”

“the store is empty. jimin can watch the floor since he’s obviously familiar with how often he’s here.”

jimin sinks down slightly at the glare you send his way, not complaining at all.

before jungkook can protest, you wrap your manicured nails around his wrist and drag him to the back. he yelps, surprised at the sheer strength that you have. you lead him into the back, past the tiny section of the room where people take their breaks, and into the storage room that smells like cheap paint and burnt plastic. just a single light bulb hangs from above and the space is tighter than what you expected for two people.

still, the door shuts with a bang when you bring jungkook inside and when you whip around, there’s not even two feet of distance between the two of you. you grimace, but you don’t let it knock you down a peg - even with how close he is. too close. you can feel the heat radiating off of him and it’s maddening. if you took half a step forward, you could wipe that smug smirk off his face if you tried.

“the hell you got me in here for?” he drawls, also aware of how little space there is between your bodies. his eyes rake your body from head to toe subconsciously and you flick his arm when you catch it.

you respond after taking a deep breath. “i’m implementing a jimin ban.”

“a jimin ban? you can’t ban my best friend from the store, babe -”

“- do not call me that!” you interrupt, poking his chest. “and yes, i can. all he does is come in here and cause disruptions and i end up doing your fucking grunt work!”

jungkook laughs right in your face at your outburst, despite of the fact that you are genuinely losing your mind. if you have to walk into work everyday and spend it with jungkook, that’s one thing, but having his buddy be around 24/7 would drive you to insanity.

to your surprise, though, he begins to actually mull it over.

he says, “how about this. we can have a jimin ban if you actually come in on time for your shifts.” jungkook crosses his arms. “you’ve been late every single day since you got hired.”

this is a fact and you know it, but you just pinch the bridge of your nose. now, you have to actually tell jungkook about your personal life and while you would rather die than do that, it’s not even an unfair deal. if he relents, at least.

you brace yourself, shoulders straightening. “the reason why i’m late everyday is. . .” you sigh, looking anywhere but jungkook’s eyes and pretending that he isn’t so damn close to you. “. . .i’m taking summer classes at school. alright? there!”

jungkook blinks blankly, not expecting that answer. in the years of knowing you and disliking you, a part of him forgets that you go to school with him. not in the literal sense because, obviously, seeing you on campus reminds him that you attend the same college. but, he doesn’t see you as a student. just an annoying sorority girl.

he does remember someone once mentioning that you’re a computer science major and this memory comes easily because it surprised the hell out of him. they clarified that your father ran a software company or some shit, which explains it, but he still couldn’t picture it. you, coding away with your pink acrylics and writing down notes with a sparkly pen that has a fluffy top.

he laughs to himself aloud at the image and you shove him in the moment, thinking he’s laughing at your expense for taking make up classes.

“ow, jeez!” jungkook groans, rubbing his shoulder. “relax, dude.”

“this isn’t a laughing matter!”

“so, you’re saying that you’re late to work because you have class right before?” jungkook asks with a dry tone.

you tap your foot, growing impatient. “yes.”

“you know we can just adjust your schedule, right?” he says, like he’s explaining one plus one. “god, you really never have ever worked a day in your life. i can just change the shifts so that you start later.”

oh. the thought never really occurred to you. for some reason, you thought that you just had to go with whatever the schedule says. there’s now only two other employees at the store - one guy who you never saw because he worked mornings and the other worked friday evenings that you specifically requested off - so, you assumed that there was no wiggle room.

“wait, really?” you say, cheeks growing warm.

jungkook rolls his eyes. “really. if i do that, you won’t be late anymore?”

“will jimin be banned from the store?”

“fine.”

“fine!”

there’s a moment of thick silence enveloping you after this, as you and jungkook glare at each other with a certain intensity. when the conversation fades, you’re left with nothing but the smell of his cologne and his face inches away from yours. the room shrinks when the two of you cease talking and you’re left to realize just how small the closet is. he doesn’t move, an unreadable look on his face.

then, jungkook finally clears his throat.

he mentions, “by the way, the door to this room locks on its own from the inside.”

locked. jungkook says the door is locked.

your jaw nearly drops, causing him to chuckle lowly. “what?”

at his statement, you brush past him, not caring about the way your body briefly collides with his. you grab the doorknob and rattle it back and forth, but it stays put. the door is locked. there’s no leaving.

“yeah, usually you have to prop it open with a chair,” jungkook replies, continuing to snicker to himself.

“why did you let me drag you in here, then?” you snap, whipping around to meet his eyes again.

he grins wide and steps forward. you unintentionally back into the door, caged by his body, and gulp. somehow, he’s even closer now and you can’t help but freeze. you can see the mole by his lip and the slope of his nose and the bar that runs through his eyebrow.

jungkook says, “to teach you a lesson. duh.”

“you -”

before you can really panic, without moving, he moves to bang his fist on the door. “jimin! jimin, come back here and let us out!”

for the first time since starting your job, park jimin is actually good for something. you hear footsteps approach quickly after jungkook calls for him and the door swings open.

because you were backed up into the door with nowhere to go, the sudden loss of the weight behind you has you unbalanced. you squeal, losing footing and grab onto the nearest thing to you - jungkook’s biceps. he does have the courtesy to reach out for you to make sure that you don’t fall right on your ass, but this means that you’re right in his arms.

god, jungkook is strong.

you can feel it in the effortless way he holds you and for a second, you forget where you are. jungkook is taken aback momentarily, but snaps out of it and props you up - though, he doesn’t fully let go. when he catches you, your face is closer than ever to his. the sight surprises you and you quickly shove him away when you find your balance again, face burning red.

jimin’s eyes go wide at the sight, holding his hands up. “woah, sorry!”

blinking rapidly, you fix your clothes and regain a semblance of dignity.

you point a finger in his direction. “you are such an asshole,” you hiss, ignoring the way he’s still laughing. then, you turn to jimin and growl, “and you are officially banned from the store!”

even with the new jimin ban in the store, your new job doesn’t get any easier. you’re honestly surprised that the deal came about so quickly and that jungkook honours his word. he does change the schedule so that you can come in fifteen minutes later that what you’ve been originally set for and it helps immensely, between you having to change into beach clothes right after class and hurrying over to gamestop from campus.

you also don’t see jimin hanging around anymore, as he starts to only come in when jungkook is on break. the blockbuster next door should thank you for pushing their employee back to work.

none of this actually matters, though, because the day-to-day of being with jungkook for so many hours is just as excruciating. the store being empty but for the two of you is just as bad as when jungkook was ordering you around because jimin was too busy distracting him. the tasks are split up evenly, but at what cost? this means spending more time together cooperating, which seems impossible at this point.

the two of you fight about everything - your attitude about picking up a mop to stealing customer from one another to jungkook’s ability to make fun of you in every single situation.

“oh, and by the way. . . “

the two of you have to stop arguing about the cash register when a group of customers walk in the store. you jump at the chance to leave the front counter, but jungkook holds you back.

“what?” you sneer.

jungkook grins. “you should be nicer to me, considering i’m keeping your secret.”

“whatever. i need this job as much as you need me here -”

“- not just the job, sweetheart,” he interjects and your heart drops. jungkook leans in close, his breath fanning over your ear. “you think i didn’t notice? you’re a fucking video game freak.”

you freeze. jungkook pulls away and laughs coldly at your reaction, probably looking like you just saw a ghost. of course, he would notice. you talk to customers all the time about games and give solid advice. you’ve even argued with jungkook about small things, which he’s picked up on.

still, you try to recover fast. you shake off his grip, muttering something about him being stupid. the last thing you need is him actually thinking that you enjoy this job.

no29: how long u think it will take to recover hp jkae: probably 30 min no29: okie lets just chill for a bit and wait before we try the next boss! jkae: hey no29? no29: yea? ^_^ jkae: do you believe in ghosts?

the only person in the sorority house who won’t judge you for lying about your part-time job is imani, a kind hearted sophomore that you mentored when she first joined. she patiently listens to you rant, as the two of you walk along the boardwalk on the weekend.

“and then, we got into a back and forth about how to clean the freaking floor properly! he thinks i haven’t lifted a pinky for my entire life, so he won’t listen to me about how you’re not supposed to use fucking windex!”

children run past you, screaming and laughing while they chase each other. summer break is marked by a street festival by the beach, lined with booths selling deep fried foods and rigged games with oversized stuffed animals for prizes. music booms from a stage not too far away, where local artists play their songs. you and imani have iced coffees in your hands to beat the heat, strolling through the festival from where you were shopping for sandals.

imani blows some hair out her face. “yeah, girl. that sucks,” she remarks, shaking her head. “surprised he hasn’t fired you.”

“he can’t. they literally have nobody else.” you roll your eyes.

she shrugs. “and you can’t quit?”

“i’ve been trying to look for somewhere else, but it’s no use,” you grumble and push your hair back with your sunglasses.

“well, what job experience do you have?”

“. . . .exactly.”

imani grimaces and you know you have absolutely no chance at getting a position at any place. hell, you needed to lie on your resume because you’ve never worked before and you still keep getting rejected. you’ve quietly accepted the fact that you’re stuck at jungkook’s stupid gamestop for the rest of the summer and it sucks. you haven’t even used your employee discount yet, saving it for a trip to the other gamestop in town so you can avoid further questions from jungkook. none of it is fun and you’re absolutely stuck.

more children run past you and imani, causing you to groan when the kids nearly collide into you. however, you notice that they aren’t necessarily chasing each other and having fun. they’re. . . screaming. and crying.

when you look further out into the distance and see who’s on the stage, you realize why. there’s nothing but pure garbage emitting from up there and front and centre is jeon jungkook, singing into the microphone. the rest of SW!M is present, banging away at their instruments. they’re making babies cry and making a ruckus for no good damn reason.

“thought the festival was for local artists, not local neighbourhood disturbances,” you mutter, staring at them.

jungkook wears baggy shorts that go below his knee and a graphic muscle tee, cut just right to emphasize his tattooed arms. it’s also the first time you’ve seen jimin in a few days, after the jimin ban was put into place at gamestop, and he’s on bass. you also recognize kim taehyung playing guitar and jung hoseok on drums, as the two are often by jungkook’s side as often as jimin.

you’re not surprised to a see a loyal crowd up at front, cheering for the band and even singing some of the lyrics. everyone in town knew SW!M, not just student from your college, and they played at many local bars and venues.

“look! there’s some ice cream!” imani interrupts your thoughts, pointing at a booth nearby.

at that, your ears perk up in light of the scorching hot temperature. you and imani immediately scurry over.

you momentarily forget about jungkook and tune out the noise, as the vendor scoops you a cone of your favourite ice cream flavour. however, the peace doesn’t last for long. after thanking the vendor and receiving your cone, you and imani agree that it’s time to go home. your car isn’t parked too far away, but when you take a step back . . .

“my god -” you squeak.

“you called?” it’s jungkook standing in front of you, grinning wide. “you should where you’re going.”

too concerned with the decision of whether or not you wanted to upgrade to a sugar waffle cone, you didn’t even notice that SW!M’s setlist came to a close. in fact, all four members of the band stand right in front of you, with jungkook inches away from you after turning around.

you yelp and back up, eyebrows knitted at the sight of him.

“what the fuck, you freak?!” you exclaim, looking at jungkook in pure disgust and especially when you almost dropped your ice cream because of him.

on the other hand, he’s looking more than pleased with himself. “you a fan of us, baby?”

“we were just passing through,” you say with a scoff. it’s harder to insult jungkook’s music when three of his band mates are standing right there, but there’s a hundred different insults bubbling in your vocal chords that you need to hold back to be polite.

the tension is growing and his friends go to order their own ice cream, but jungkook doesn’t budge. you glare right up at him, unsure of what to say. it would be nice to just have a jungkook-free day, considering you spend nearly all your days with him in that stupid gamestop, but fate has other plans. he even looks like he’s enjoying it, knowing he’s ruined your afternoon with his presence alone.

“staring, much?” he chuckles.

you grit your teeth. “just figuring out where i should land my punch.”

it’s imani who clears her throat, looking between the two of you with an amused glint in her eye.

she whispers your name. “you’ve never punched anyone in your life.” the idea of you trying to hit someone is probably more than amusing and you would likely come out with a broken nail before you actually inflict any pain on the other person.

“i’ll make an exception right now, wanna see?”

jungkook laughs. “you’re cute when you’re angry.”

at that, a blush creeps onto your cheeks. you don’t know why when you hate when jungkook does this flirtatious shit, making comments like that and calling you pet names.

“oh, get a life,” you shoot back.

his friends return to his side and you watch hoseok hand jungkook a cone of chocolate ice cream. meanwhile, imani is tugging on your arm, muttering something about ‘letting it go’ and leaving.

jungkook turns to you, flashing you a grin. “see ya around, baby.”

you immediately turn on your heel, stomping away in the other direction. imani catches up to you, giggling a bit to herself. the two of you brush past the crowd lining up for corn dogs and make your way to the parking lot, where you were supposed to be a while ago.

sighing, the heat is only getting worse. the ice cream helps, but there’s a bitter taste left on your tongue after that interaction with jungkook.

“of all the people who had to be working with me,” you say, fishing for your car keys from your purse.

imani chuckles dryly. “yeah, you guys are definitely -” she pauses, thinking for a moment. “- intense. yeah, you guys are intense.”

you have no idea what she’s getting at. “intense?” you ask, glancing at her.

she shakes her head. “you have no idea. you and jungkook have always been like . . .that.”

at this point, you’re still confused and brush it off by silently unlocking your car. besides, it’s one of your only rare days off from work and the last thing you want to do is think about your obnoxious coworker. you’re not surprised at the lack of luck you have to run into him when you’re supposed to be getting away from him. instead, you change the topic to summer classes and imani groans, immediately launching into a rant about her lecture the day before.

you can only hope that you’re able to keep your interactions with jungkook limited to work. of course, with how small this town is, it was only a matter of time before you run into him again outside of your shifts.

even with summer break and work, having fun doesn’t stop. there’s a pool party happening on a saturday where you don’t have work and like clockwork, you and your girls are there. more than enough people have showed up by the time you arrive, the backyard packed with attendees. to your left, there’s a crowd of people swimming and then, there’s others playing pong by the deck. elena and heather drag you to poolside, where bottles are laid out and drinks are being poured.

the heat is relentless as usual, as you tie your hair back out of your face and make your way over to where the beverages are. with so much on your mind between work and school and figuring out how to get back on your parents’ good side, you definitely need some time to relax.

you’re well recognized as the president of zeta chi phi and wave to those who greet you by name, even if you’re unsure if you’ve ever even met them before.

“psst,” elena suddenly whispers, nudging you as you crack open a cider. “three o’clock. loser number one and number two.”

without looking up, you know exactly who elena is talking about. you’re not even surprised at this point - it’s as if you have some sort of jungkook curse inflicted on you for the entire summer. he’s walking deeper into the backyard with taehyung at his side and already has two pretty girls coming up to him, giggling about god knows what.

you still narrow your eyes at his appearance, eyes trailing over his stupid muscle tee and board shorts. “what the hell?”

“i heard taehyung is fucking ari,” whispers heather with a sneer.

ari is one of the girls that live at this house, some girl that’s on the cheerleading team with heather and invited you three to the party. she wears a hot pink bikini and greets the boys with a giggle, coming up to them and throwing her arms around both.

when jungkook hugs ari back, he looks like he’s making a joke of some sort and takes a look around the party. that’s when his eyes fall on you, tanning in the sun with your friends. you can feel the steel of his gaze tracing your legs, all the way up to your face, and you hate that you need to suppress a shiver at that.

surprisingly, you’re used to seeing jungkook at the same functions. it didn’t happen a lot during freshman year, but over time and with the rise of SW!M’s local popularity, he and his friends began to pop up at parties and outings. they definitely don’t look like they would run in similar social circles as you, but everyone wanted their own little slice of the green day wannabes. incredible what a little bit of myspace fame could get you.

unless either of you are explicitly looking for a fight, it’s easy to avoid him at most parties. they’re usually in crowded frat houses, where you can stay as fucking far away at you can.

today is an exception.

summer parties tend to be less packed and especially with a backyard setting, you could feel jungkook’s eyes on you ever so often. you and your friends remain by the pool, laughing with other acquaintances and sipping slowly on your mixed drinks. the sun is sizzling and you dip your feet into the water for some sort of relief, surrounded by the smell of coconut scented tanning oils, beer, and chlorine.

“hey, i’m gonna head inside for the bathroom,” you inform elena and heather, passing your drink over to them.

they don’t give you much of a second glance, just nodding and continuing to flirt with the boys that approached your group minutes prior.

you rise to your feet carefully. you have no intentions of getting into the pool at all - not because you don’t want to get your hair wet or ruin your makeup, but because of something even worse.

you can’t swim.

it’s a silly fact that you haven’t done anything about all your life, preferring simply opt out of situation where you would need to do so. at these parties, you’ve never jumped in and the same goes for things to do with beaches. in fact, it’s the last thing on your mind when you get up.

so, when a football comes flying your way, you don’t think about the fact that you’re still at the edge of the pool. you don’t think about the way your friends - who believe your elaborate lie about teaching surfing lessons for the summer - are a few paces away. you let out a yelp, losing your balance at the impact to your chest, until your trip over your own feet and you feel nothing but the cool submerge of the pool water. there’s some gasps and some laughter, but it all drowns out once you’re inside.

you’ve never been in this situation before, panicking immediately. your eyes sting and you flail about, sinking and unable to fight the force of gravity. to make thing worse, you’re surrounded by all these damn people.

“are you fucking insane, you dweeb?!”

elena and heather are too busy chewing out the guys who just unintentionally sent you in the pool to notice that you’re basically drowning. you’re still trying to make your way to the top, but your movements are so uncoordinated and novice that you make no progress. hell, you think you’re about to die.

until a pair of strong arms come around you.

the figure heaves you to the surface, pulling the entirety of your body weight until you bob to the top. a fit of coughs and choking noises leave your mouth as you gasp for air, your white vision finally clearing to see the clear skies above. you still hear yelling, figuring that your friends are still berating whoever was behind the football.

your arms are like jelly from fighting against the current, as your lungs still need a second to adjust and the last of spots in your sight disappear.

“you alright?”

even recognizing jungkook’s voice, you’re too preoccupied trying to come back down to earth to say anything about his hold on you. he’s behind your body, gripping you tight, and drags you to the edge of the pool where you can hang on.

in between your fit of coughs, reality sets in and when you look up, jungkook is still treading water next to you. his eyebrows are furrowed watching you, as if he’s genuinely concerned. most of the other partygoers around you are no longer paying attention to the scene, mostly back to drinking or chuckling at the way heather has some random dude by the ear, pulling it tight for what they just did to you.

“i’m fine,” you manage to say, pushing hair out of your face.

you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to jungkook before, not even in the storage closet at work. wet strands of hair frame his face and you’re so close that you can see the mole underneath his lip, the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw. he smells like a combination of liquor, sunscreen and peppermint, and his arms remains around yours. the heat of his body has shut you down, along with any snarky remarks that you usually let out in his presence.

he’s also staring right at you and you freeze when he brushes the rest of your hair out of your face. the touch of his skin on yours sends shock waves up your arms and you pull away slightly, realizing how pressed up against him you are.

“you got still that thing where you can’t look away from me.” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“obviously you have no idea what personal space is, i’m not fucking staring at you.”

“you definitely are.”

scoffing, you turn away. “shut up.”

“make me,” he retorts back, not backing down.

the proximity between you and jungkook is just as suffocating as moments ago when you were underwater. you feel naked in your bikini with him so close to you, as you strain to not look at his bare upper body. he is so insufferable and you hate that he has to look so good. at the very least, you’re grateful that nobody around you is paying attention to you and jungkook. you try to push yourself up to the ground from where you hang onto the side of the pool, but he speaks before you do so.

“see, notice how you pushed me into the pool last time?” he snickers, referencing the infamous fight you had with him in sophomore year. “now, i just saved your life -”

“- you did not save my life,” you interrupt, not needing anything else to get to jungkook’s huge ego.

jungkook eyes your friends. “. . .they don’t know, huh?”

“about?”

“i overheard your conversation. you told them you’re teaching surfing lessons?” he chuckles. not mockingly, but actually amused. “meanwhile, you obviously can’t swim?”

it didn’t seem like anyone else noticed that you were practically drowning a few moments ago, paying you no mind. you’re not even really sure where jungkook came from, but he was the only one who noticed your struggle in the water.

you grit your teeth at his observation and shake off his grip. “like i said,” you hiss. “not. a. word.”

with that, you finally exit the pool, just in time for elena and heather to approach with a towel and pitying looks. you can hear jungkook bark a laugh from behind you, but you don’t turn around, too embarrassed and knowing that the flush across your cheeks will only spread.

“were you just talking to jungkook?” elena asks with her nose scrunched, handing you the towel so you can dry off.

you grimace, shrugging. “just bothering me as usual.” you look over their shoulders and see the group of guys throwing around the football, yelling apologies your way that you ignore.

“ew, of course he was. ugh, i hope you don’t have to run into him for the rest of the summer,” says heather, oblivious and crossing her arms.

god, if only. you’re just relieved that your friends didn’t notice that you obviously can’t swim, which would break down every single lie you’ve told so far to save your ass and reputation. maybe you could pass off that you were a little too tipsy to tread water properly, but they didn’t even care to watch or help. typical. you flash a plastic smile at the girls and urge them to get some new drinks with you, leaving jungkook and his intoxicating presence behind for the rest of the night.

a bit of that feeling haunts you - the warmth the sunk into your tummy and the way his sharp gaze affected you even from afar at the start of the party. you hate that and especially knowing that you’d have to clock into work the next day, anticipating jungkook’s mockery and sarcasm about the incident.

when you get home that night, you realize that you’ve been carrying a certain strain on your shoulders since the pool incident. so, you do what you do best. you change into your pajamas, pour yourself a nice beverage, and log into final fantasy xi with a loud sigh. your bedroom doors are locked and you’ve informed your friends that you’d be going to bed, so nobody bothers you.

you load up the game and feel a sense of calm when you see your character spawn in town. you greet your guild through the linkshell chat and before you could even ask anyone to join your party, jkae has already sent you a request.

no29: i have literally had the longest week of my life jkae: god me too jkae: up for a chill xp night? no29: of course lets do some easy prey mobs no29: what’s new with u?

just like that, for the next few hours of the night, you’re able to find some peace in the escape that is your online life. you duo with jkae, fighting together and talking in between periods where your characters would recover health. it’s way less stressful than grinding with a full party and to be frank, it’s so much easier to talk to your online friend about your real life problems. it’s the same for him, who chats with you as if you’ve been friends your whole life.

jkae: my sister is doing a lot better but juggling two jobs this summer sucks ass jkae: feels like my parents arent doing shit for her no29: shes rly lucky to have you jkae: you ever feel so lost and like you dont even know what youre doing though? no29: actually all the time no29: i dont even know what i really wanna do after college jkae: me neither jkae: im doing music and stuff but idk its just a hobby jkae: just wanna make money for my family no29: maybe one day i’ll be able to hear you sing jkae: would love to do that for you one day haha jkae: i’m sure you’ll figure things out with school ^.^ you’re incredibly smart

you sigh, laying back into your chair and think about your issues with school. you don’t mind your major, but you just didn’t have the drive to succeed this past spring. you like computers and coding, but a part of you wonders if you’ll ever measure up. it’s not like you meant to tank all of your exams last semester, but you’re tired of getting caught in between maintaining your social life and staying on track for your future.

no29: i feel like im getting pulled into many different directions yk no29: being the perfect daughter and friend and student and all of that jkae: i know exactly what you mean jkae: it gets so hard no29: you’re gonna figure things out jkae: i hope so no29: i know you will jkae: i feel like you get me better than my friends no29: i feel the same way :) like i can really be honest with you no29: hope we can meet at some point jkae: we’ll make it happen i gotta see you jkae: don’t forget that nothing even matters as long as u do what makes u happy

a little over an hour later after completing your quests for the night, you and jkae call it at the same time. there’s a huge midnight release tomorrow, where you are required to stay later than usual. the idea of the shift physically hurt, knowing you aren’t going to make it home until late, but the prospect of the extra pay is too enticing. plus, it’s not like you have a choice. jungkook penciled you in for the schedule because the store literally had nobody else.

so, you go to sleep that night, thoughts swirling about the exhausting shift to come and your loser coworker. the images drift to flashes of jungkook that day, so close to you that you could feel something unknown radiating from his body heat. you hate that he’s stuck to your mind like bubblegum, like a sticker that won’t rip off. not only that, but he follows you everywhere, and it’s beginning to drive you mad.

you envision his soft lips and the shadows of his muscular arms in your dreams, attached to you into the next day.

“are you seriously smoking weed on the clock right now?”

technically, nobody at the store clocked out for breaks. jungkook didn’t care enough as the ‘store manager’ to implement such strictness, which led to you and him just stepping out whenever it isn’t busy - the only thing you can agree on.

you’re not surprised that it’s been a slow afternoon so far, since there’s a storm brewing outside and most people would come in closer to midnight to make their preorder reservations for the release at twelve. there was barely any new stock that came in and for once, jungkook took charge of it, obviously bored out of his mind. you’d been sitting at the counter, chewing gum and picking at your nails while he did random tasks to keep himself busy. probably to avoid you, as well.

jungkook watched you clock in for your shift that day with a smirk on his face, noticing that you didn’t come in wearing beach wear for your “surfing lessons” job. it’s not like you could lie about your job when it’s pouring rain outside and you were scheduled to stay for the midnight release, so you just told your friends that you had something else to do for the evening.

still, he didn’t make too many snide remarks. it was a relatively peaceful shift so far. . until now. you knew what was gold couldn’t stay and when a random rush of customers came in, it just so happened to be a few minutes after jungkook randomly stepped out.

you push the back door open to find him, frustated that you’ve been left alone just for it to become busy.

he stands in the alleyway in between the gamestop and tanning salon, just underneath a little awning over the emergency exit. there a joint in between his thumb and index finger, as he blows out a cloud of silvery smoke amidst the mist of rain. jungkook looks up when you appear and chuckles at your question.

“let the store manager know, he’ll be furious,” he drawls sarcastically, flicking some ash to the ground.

“you’re so pathetic,” you shoot. of course, jungkook doesn’t care. “just come back inside now. there’s, like, ten snotty brats looking for pokemon emerald again.”

“i’ve been doing everything all day, you go help them.”

“go fuck yourself -” you start, but jungkook just laughs and puts out the joint before you can continue.

there he goes again, riling you up on purpose. he walks right past you and you notice him pluck a pack of gum from your pockets when he does so.

“hey!”

still, jungkook goes back onto the salesfloor and does his job effortlessly. you hate him for that. you let out a grumble, shutting the emergency door close with a slam - leaving behind the smell of rain on pavement and the linger of marijuana in the air.

even with how impossible jungkook is and the fact that he can technically break any rules he wants to while in charge, he at least does work. he cares enough to get paid and get the hell out of there when needed, even going out of his way to help you when you’re lost. you wouldn’t go so far to say that he loves his job, but jungkook is good at it and is good at making money.

later that night, the gamestop closes for an hour to prepare for the midnight release party. jungkook sweeps the floor, while you count the register. he comes over to double check your math and laughs under his breath when you realize you forgot to log something in the binder.

this escalates into your usual back and forth with him, as he makes fun of you.

“don’t fucking laugh at me,” you say, shoving him.

jungkook is still amused, but rolls his eyes at your action. “that’s assault, you know.”

“you’re an asshole,” you reply, your entire face scrunching up.

he ignores you and reaches over your to grab the binder on the counter. when he does so, his hand brushes ever so slightly over yours and you visibly freeze. jungkook doesn’t seem to notice at first - until you realize he’s doing it on purpose.

it isn’t just the binder. he places a hand on your hip to urge you into a side step so that he can stand in front of the register. he stands far too closer than he has to, so close that you can hear his steady breathing.

you turn around so you can go do something else, but jungkook is still there and that’s your mistake. when you move, he’s right in front of you and you’ve trapped yourself against the counter. his proximity sparks something unknown in your gut, from his cologne to the heat off his body. he peers down at your face, raising an eyebrow, and doesn’t move either.

“by the way,” jungkook suddenly speaks, voice lower than usual, and he holds your gaze. you’re breathless and his eyes are dizzying. “you look nice in red.”

at first, your eyes flicker down to the red halter top you wear, but then you remember your outfit yesterday. the cherry hued bikini you donned and the way jungkook stared at you from across the party for hours. with that, the same shade burns your cheeks, as you’re too flustered to respond.

he’s so close right now. again. you keep finding yourself in these situations, where jungkook is just inches away from your face and it constantly leaves you frozen.

after what feels like forever, realizing that you have no witty response to his teasing, jungkook steps away with the curve of a smirk on his lips. you huff, realizing that he got you and you stomp away to the back, needing a moment to just get the hell away from him. the blood rushing to your head is indicative of the frustration you’ve been burning since you got this job.

you search the back for some water when footsteps approach and you have to will yourself to not turn around. in fact, you go deeper into the back, pretending to look for something in the storage room.

the footsteps continue as you feign the action of searching the shelves, until the footsteps stop and you can feel him right next to you once more.

jungkook says your name. “what are you doing? you’re not done with the register,” he says, irritation lacing his voice.

“i need to grab something back here,” you lie through your teeth, refusing to turn around.

you’re going through the random assortment of objects in front of you, deciding on a cardboard box of contents that you have no clue about.

except, you drop it.

you drop the box with a bang and the impact follows to the helpless door stopper, floor shaking for a moment and forcing it out. just like that, the door shuts close and so do your eyes, as you squeeze them tight in disbelief.

this can’t be real. jungkook isn’t fast enough to grab the door, as it shuts right in his face.

“oh, just great,” he groans and you turn around to see him wiggling the knob. he even kicks the door a few times, which is hopeless.

you want to facepalm yourself. you push past him, grabbing the doorknob for yourself to see if it’s actually locked. you rattle it several times, muttering a series of ‘no’s’ under your breath, and feeling your chest stutter. it’s locked completely, just like the first time.

you continue to wiggle the doorknob, even trying to shove your shoulder into the door a few times. “this can’t be happening -’

“- well, it’s your fault! the fuck you do that for?” jungkook yells, hands in his face.

“i obviously didn’t mean to drop that box, you asshole!” you growl back, turning around to look at him.

and, there it is again. the two of you, stuck in this closet, with just inches of space between you. jungkook doesn’t care, still continuing to argue with you.

“i literally told you that this shit locks!” he says and runs a hand through his messy black hair.

“and i told you that i didn’t mean to do it!”

“god, you’re so annoying, why can’t you ever just fucking listen to me?”

“why would i ever listen to you?!” you scream back, getting up in his face to poke him in the chest.

jungkook is unfazed, getting even closer to you now.

“because you’re a brat -”

the both of you are breathless from both the frustration of being locked in the storage room again and from the way neither of you back down from one another. you try to steady your heartbeat, but it’s difficult when you look up and see jungkook’s angry stare right back at you.

in that moment, everything goes silent. there’s just you and him, the buzz of the air conditioning, and a bubble of heat surrounding you. jungkook takes half a step forward. you don’t move. you can’t. something grounds your feet into place, planting you tight so that you can’t back away from the fuzzy tension floating in the air, as your breathing changes.

surprisingly, you move first.

an unknown force comes over you and your muscles, as you reach out and grab a fistful of jungkook’s t-shirt. he just lets you and even stumbles closer before you can even yank him to your lips. you capture them messily, so forceful that you nearly knock yourself over, but don’t because jungkook grabs your hips harshly, pulling them against his.

the kiss is all teeth and tongue, mountains of vexation poured into the heated movements. he pushes you against the door and you fucking moan at the impact, your hands flying to wrap your arms around his neck. your fingers find purchase in his hair and you tug, eliciting a sinful noise of out him.

jungkook doesn’t stop - not with the way his tongue swirls around yours and the way he sinks his teeth into your lip. you press your tits into his chest and his hand trails down to your ass, grabbing a generous handful through the thin skirt that you wear.

he pulls away to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you’re shamelessly hissing his name. he nips and sucks at the sensitive spot he finds near instantly, soothing his ministrations with his tongue.

“fuck you,” you manage to choke out between the waves of pleasure shooting straight in between your legs. “god, i fucking hate you -”

“- fucking hate you, too -” jungkook snaps back at you, despite the way he’s now hooked his arms underneath your thighs. you don’t need to be told to jump slightly, as he carries your weight like it’s nothing, and pushes your back against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist.

you roll your hips up, feeling his hardening cock underneath his jeans, and the searing heat leaves your blood pumping. the layers of clothing are driving you mad and you’ve realized that you’ve reached the point of no return.

he finds your lips again and he thinks he’s obsessed. your touch, your taste, the scent of your perfume - it all leaves him intoxicated. jungkook deepens the kiss, even with the forceful way you return it, as if it’s a verbal fight. he grinds right back into you, meeting the movement of your hips, and you both groan into the kiss.

when you’re back on the ground, you don’t think twice about unbuckling his belt. jungkook hisses at the feeling of your hand on his clothed cock, pausing the kiss to let you continue. instead, he attaches his mouth to the valley of your breasts, running his thumb over your nipples and discovers that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“just take it off, you dumbass,” you whimper in spite of your insult, head thrown back in pleasure.

his hand finds the tie to your halter top, undoing the string and brings his swollen lips to your tit. his tongue flicks out, wet and hot, and swirls around your bud.

jungkook looks up at you with a defiant expression. “like that?” he coos mockingly, watching you writhe when he returns to your nipple, sucking and using his free hand to play with the other one. he pinches softly and you unconsciously jerk forward, pussy grinding into his erection.

“go fuck yourself,” you say, moaning as you do and finally rip off his belt from the loops, too distracted by jungkook’s touch to get if off immediately.

“i’d rather fuck you right now,” he defiantly shoots back, hands squeezing your ass again.

an uncomfortable wetness seeps through your panties and jungkook finds it after he parts your legs open with his knee. his fingers are feather light against the fabric, chuckling into your skin when he realizes just how soaked you are.

you lick your lips. “please,” you mewl, even opening your legs further. “just touch me. now.”

jungkook complies. he pushes your panties to the side and drags in just one finger past your folds, causing your mouth to hang open in bliss. his lips are still wrapped around your nipple, sucking and grazing his teeth slightly around the sensitive area, and he enters a second finger without warning.

the stretch leaves you dizzy, as he finds no resistance with how wet you are, easily scissoring and pumping his fingers into your core until you’re putty in his arms. you feel a pressure build up, a heat that’s about to spot your vision - when jungkook suddenly pulls his fingers out of you.

your eyes open, wide and angry. “you’re such a fucking asshole -”

jungkook cuts you off by yanking you into another kiss, hard and passionate. he kisses you with all the irritation that bubbles underneath the surface, like he wants to devour you. his words mumble against your mouth and you whine at them.

“god, shut up - if you’re gonna cum, i’m gonna make sure you do it on my cock.”

you can’t argue with that. you fumble with jungkook’s zipper and unbutton his jeans, while he reaches into his back pocket. jungkook pulls out his wallet, where he fishes out a small foil square and tears open the condom package with his teeth.

not wasting any time, you pull down his boxers and his cock springs free, thick and heavy. the tip is leaking with precum and the girth has you struggling to even wrap your hand around the whole thing. you give it a few experimental strokes, biting your lip.

jungkook chuckles lowly, though a bit hoarse at the way you’re pumping his cock. “don’t worry, i got you,” he mutters, rolling the condom on.

then, he suddenly grabs your hips and spins you around, pressing you against the door. you gasp, hands flat against the surface, as jungkook torturously presses his cock into your ass. he moves your hair back, sucking into your neck again and you accidentally arch even further into him at the contact, whimpering at his touch. he’s good. too good. he’s already found what places make you weak. and you are weak underneath him, completely at his mercy. jungkook’s arms snake around your torso, holding you in place.

jungkook grunts, lining the tip with your entrance. “fuck, look at this ass,” he says, landing a harsh smack onto a cheek and you back up even closer to him.

“knew you wanted to fuck me,” you manage to spit out through clenched teeth, wiggling your ass against him. you can hear him moan at the sight, grip tightening on your hips.

he just laughs bitterly, not acknowledging your statement. jungkook slowly pushes in, sliding his cock through your walls and hisses when he does so. you’re no better, moaning as you try to adjust to his size. your hands reach back to him, finding his hair again and tugging him close.

jungkook finally bottoms out and you cry out. once he’s all the way in, he wastes no time in pulling all the way out - only to pound right back into you in one fluid motion. he fills you up so good and the stretch leaves you drowning in pleasure, the feeling crackling between your bodies.

“pussy feels so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace and fucks you like he’s been starving for this.

the scene is filthy, the way neither of you have actually really taken off any clothing. neither of you wanted to waste any damn time - your thong barley moved to the side, the way his muscles and veins pop out of the shirt he wears with each slam. he slams into you with movements full of built up tension over weeks, maybe even years. you can barely hold your balance with his thrusts, moans spilling out of you and you try your best to meet his rhythm, throwing your ass back with as much frustration.

you fuck like you’re intoxicated, under some sort of wicked spell. jungkook is lightheaded, watching you look back at him with parted lips as he snaps his hips relentlessly. your walls clench around his length and your eyes don’t leave his.

“just like that, i’m close -”

“you like getting fucked like this?” jungkook hisses, hand in your hair the same way yours is in his. you moan even louder at the sting. “you’re so fucking dirty, look at you. like the way my cock fills you up?”

“y-yeah -” you squeak, screwing your eyes shut.

“good girl, take it -”

his words are marked by even sharper thrusts, as he lifts one of your legs slightly off the ground. the angle sends you over the edge, as his cock finds the sweet spot that ignites a crash of pleasure over you. your orgasm ripples through your vision and you nearly scream, vision going white and muscles failing you.

jungkook follows not long after, gritting his teeth at the sinful way your walls flutter around his cock, squeezing tight and sparking his own release. with a grunt, his finishes into the condom, eyes squeezed closed. you’re both out of breath, dizzy, and still connected to one another.

when jungkook finally pulls out, you’ve finally found your balance again. your heartbeat steadies once more, as reality sets it.

the worse part is that you aren’t even mad about it. you haven’t came that hard in a long time.

you fix your skirt and tie your top back into place, turning around. jungkook has discarded the condom into the garbage bin in the corner and is now zipping himself back into his jeans, also visibly unbothered by what just happened.

there’s silence again between the two of you, but for some reason, you don’t feel awkward about it.

your eyes meet and jungkook’s signature smirk returns. “well?”

“well, what?” you return, voice more casual than it is irritated.

he studies you for a moment, thinking. then, he decides on one word.

“nothing.”

“then, nothing. loser.”

jungkook nods, smirk not faltering. instead of talking about what just happened, he finds his cellphone and makes a call - presumably to jimin, so that the two of you could be let out.

it doesn’t even take two minutes for jimin to run over from blockbuster, somehow making his way inside despite the fact that you and jungkook had long locked up the store after closing. you don’t question it, though, not when the man rescues you from the confines of the storage room.

the door swings open to reveal the man, looking both exasperated and amused at the same time.

“again? i’m surprised you didn’t kill each other,” jimin comments, but jungkook just walks past him and back to the salesfloor after muttering a ‘thanks’ under his breath.

the rest of the night mostly goes by without incident. you and jungkook open the store again for the midnight release and get through the late night shift, closing again after two hours once all the customers come for their reservations.

hell, you don’t even speak to jungkook for the rest of the shift. there’s nothing to say to him. except, it’s not like either of you can avoid each other. not just because you’re working, but because it’s obvious you don’t want to. he caught you several times sneaking a glance at him throughout the shift, as you do with him. you’re not blind, you can tell when a man stares at your ass, and jungkook doesn’t even hide it.

when the last customer finally leaves and you and jungkook finish closing, you’re exhausted. you don’t care to think too hard about what happened in the storage room because it’s obvious he doesn’t care either. if anything, you’re debating on if you should bring in your resignation letter tomorrow. he was a good fuck, but you’d rather not deal with some sort of eventual blackmail deal where jungkook threatens to tell everyone that you slept together. this is only going to end badly.

instead, when you pull on your jacket and follow jungkook out the store, you’re stopped. he doesn’t say anything, just grabs you by the wrist when you turn to make your walk home.

“what are you doing?” jungkook asks, eyes narrowed.

you don’t have the energy to conjure up any sarcasm. “going home.”

this isn’t the first time that you’ve closed the store with jungkook. most of your shifts together are closing shifts, even. you usually walk home because the sorority house is across the corner.

“it’s almost three in the morning. i’ll give you a ride.” jungkook says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but you let out a huff.

“i’ve literally walked home every single time. i’ll survive,” you reply.

he rolls his eyes. “none of those times were in the middle of the night,” he points out. “just come, stupid. don’t make it in a big fuckin’ deal.”

truth be told, you don’t want to make it into a big deal, so you wordlessly follow jungkook to his car parked at the back of the store.

this is now the first time you’ve been alone together since earlier in the night when you fucked in the storage room. you slide into the passenger seat and jungkook turns the key, the engine roaring to life. you take a glance around. it’s surprisingly clean and a pair of foam dice hang from the interior rear view mirror. there’s a gym bag in the backseat, along with some loose drumsticks, but that’s it.

you don’t ask how jungkook knows where the sorority house is because you don’t want to hear any stories about which sisters he’s fucked. the drive is quick and mostly quiet, if not for the green day cd playing in the background. there is something unknown floating in the air - you aren’t sure if you would call it tension, but it’s thick and waiting to snap with each glance that you and jungkook pretend to not notice.

when he finally stops in front of the house and you unbuckle your seatbelt, you somehow know it’s not the end just yet.

your thoughts are confirmed when you barely reach down to grab your things and jungkook has unbuckled his seatbelt to lean over. your lips are on his before you can stop yourself, moaning into the kiss.

you don’t break away when you climb over to the driver’s seat, straddling jungkook’s lap and shoving your tongue into his mouth. his hands find your ass, squeezing tight when you suck on his lip ring.

after a few moments, you yank yourself away and crawl back into the passenger seat like nothing even happened. jungkook appears dazed, wiping his mouth with his hand and grins wide. you narrow your eyes at him, challenging him to say anything.

“what?” he holds his hands up, innocently.

“fuck off,” you mutter, fixing your hair and grabbing your things again.

jungkook wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging you back before you can exit the car. he slips a piece of paper into your hand and you don’t need to check to know that it’s his number. you think you saw him scribble it down at the store. it’s a bold move and he’s confident in doing so, seeing the look in your eyes.

you don’t say anything, just shoving the paper into your purse.

he laughs. “night, princess.”

you mouth another ‘fuck you’ when you close the car door, sauntering into your house. you can feel jungkook’s smoldering staring into your back when you do, making sure you sway your hips with every movement. a dozen thoughts run through your mind, but only one stands out and it’s making sure you save jungkook’s number into your phone as soon as you’re upstairs.

jeonjungkook0901 - instant message

jeonjungkook0901: what r u doin tonite xXprincessXx: are you srsly asking to hookup over an aim chatroom

the last person jungkook ever expected to sleep with this summer was you. a lot of girls fell to his feet and were charmed by him so easily, but you were never one of them. still, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to be himself. he flirts with you because, to be frank, you’re hot and getting you all pissed off made you even hotter in his books. he likes the way your nose crinkles when you see him, the way you pretend to not get affected by him when he’s up close to you. it’s almost cute. as irritating and stuck up you seemed, jungkook saw no problem in messing around you a little.

you’re not even that bad of an employee. sure, there are a lot of small things that tick him off about you and he can’t stand the way you always think you’re right, but he’s slowly come to accept that you’d be his coworker for the entire summer.

still, fucking you in the storage room was not in his cards.

the thing is, jungkook doesn’t even mind. the sex was nasty in the best way and he knew he was hooked. he also knew that you weren’t far off from it either, especially with the way he gambled and gave you his number. when you walked away that night without a word, jungkook knew he’d find a text in his phone from you the next morning.

that’s how your little arrangement emerged. all it took was one message from you, telling you what time you’d be home, and jungkook was there. he climbed up your window, away from all the other girls in the house that would question his presence, and into your bedroom. within five minutes, you were riding him on your bed.

you figure out quickly that he’s an insane fuck and he finds out all the ways to drive you mad from just the first few times you sleep with each other. you love the way he stuffs you full with his cock slowly, muttering insults into your ear and how pathetic you look. he’ll pin your wrists over your head and you’ll defiantly tell him how much you hate him, eyes full of tears because of the way he makes your pussy spasm around him. both of your bodies wrecked together, fueled by nothing but pure frustation with one another and it goes on for weeks.

sometimes, the two of you would fuck in his car or you would make your way to his apartment when hoseok wasn’t home.

tonight is no exception. it’s late and you’re up, gaming as usual. your party has defeated the latest raid released in last night’s update and you’re bidding goodbye to everyone. only a few stick around to chat about life, until it’s just you and your guild co-leader, jkae.

no29: what do u think about hosting a guild event next weekend? jkae: ohh that sounds like fun what did you have in mind

unfortunately, you can’t really focus. at some point in the conversation, jungkook sent you a text with the usual ‘r u up’ line. you roll your eyes at the message and reply with a yes. the thought of him coming over this late has you biting your lip, as you think about your last encounter at his place just two days ago, after your last shift together.

you hate yourself for it, but it’s addictive. he’s so insanely good with his hands and something about the way you can’t stand each other fuels the sex even more. most of the time, neither of you would go home after closing the store and instead, would find your way to each other’s beds one way or another.

jkae: hey actually sorry i have to go jkae: we can talk more abt it tmrw!

you wince. you realize that you’d been too busy texting jungkook, who has now confirmed that he’s leaving his apartment to see you, to remember that you’re also in the middle of a conversation on final fantasy xi. quickly, you type up an apology to your friend.

no29: omg im so sorry i think im just getting sleepy jkae: lmao no worries its late af jkae: have a goodnight no29 no29: haha have a good night ^^ ttyl

soon enough, you hear pebbles shooting at your window. currently, you’re tucked in bed with your gameboy in your grasp, so you quickly chuck it into your desk desk drawer and make your way over. sliding the window up, the cool june breeze is sharp against your skin and you see jungkook below.

“be fucking quiet,” you remind him with wide eyes, your index finger over your lips.

he’s wearing just sweatpants and a hoodie, climbing the wall with skill. this is maybe the third time that you’ve snuck him into the sorority house, the first in the middle of the night.

when jungkook hops into your room, finding footing, he raises an eyebrow at your appearance. he loves the scowl on your face every time he sees you, as if you wanna be anywhere but here, when he knows the truth. this is the first time he’s seen you completely dressed down. you’re wearing cotton shorts and an oversized shirt with your glasses perched on your nose, as well your hair messily thrown up.

“you look cute,” he mutters, closing the window behind him.

“shut the hell up,” you say, blushing. you weren’t expecting to see anyone tonight after logging into the game, much less him. the last thing you were going to do, though, is throw on a face of makeup just because jungkook was feeling horny and texted you. if he wanted you that bad, he can just come and have you as you are right now.

jungkook’s eyes scan your appearance, then your room. your heart stills for a moment, noticing that your computer is still on. thankfully, the game has long closed and instead, the screen shows your myspace page.

“this is why you were up?” he teases, walking over to your desk. “your page looks super detailed. how’d you do that?”

you pause. it’s not often that the two of you have idle conversation, but it’s been happening more often since starting to sleep with each other. it’s always small, mindless things that you chat about, maybe after sex or when the two of you meet up like this. he’s learned a few things about you, like the fact that you wear glasses and the kind of beer you prefer. in turn, you’ve also learned random facts about jungkook, like how he enjoys cooking - though, you declined the one time he offered to make you something at his place, citing that you’re convinced he would poison you.

“i coded it,” you answer. “i’m a comp sci major, remember?”

if jungkook is doubtful in any way, he doesn’t show it. he nods instead, clearly impressed, and doesn’t question you further.

you sit on your bed, laying down on your stomach and chuck a throw pillow in his direction. “stop snooping through my shit now,” you huff.

“not snooping. so, you’re taking a bunch of comp sci classes for the summer.”

“yeah. i tanked my exams last semester.” you don’t know why you admit this, but it’s not like jungkook can’t tell that you’re not exactly at your highest of highs this summer.

“how are you able to do all that and work?” he questions, genuinely surprised. maybe even impressed.

“i have no choice, genius. my parents got pissed about my grades and cut off my credit card, which is why i got that stupid fucking job.”

jungkook considers this for a moment, expression unreadable. you half expected him to make fun of you for what happened, but he doesn’t. instead, he just moves on with the conversation and doesn’t belittle you once. you try to not react to that.

he turns around with a grin, eyes dropping to your appearance again. “but seriously, you look really cute like this,” jungkook hums.

if anything, he especially likes the way you look tonight. you’re in your little pajamas and he loves the way you pretend like you don’t want him. your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep avoiding eye contact with him.

jungkook stalks over to you, as if a predator seeking his prey, and smiles wider when your scowl doesn’t falter. it’s slow and deliberate, the way he calculates his moves.

he makes himself comfortable next to you and you don’t get up, still sitting down on your stomach. you know your shorts are riding up your ass in this position and make sure jungkook can see it. he doesn’t even try to hide his stare.

“why are you even up this late?” you glance at the small clock on your bedside table that reads 2:03AM.

jungkook shrugs, “had a gig that went late, then ended up gaming.”

you shift so that you sit up, scooting closer to jungkook. he smirks at the action, now just inches away from you. his eyes trail over your body again, then to your face.

“your neck looks stiff. you been up at your desk, too, huh?”

“is this supposed to be your version of flirting? it’s dogshit.”

jungkook’s smirk widens. “hey, we don’t gotta beat around the bush. you know why you wanted me to come.”

“fine, i’ll bite,” you reply, rolling your eyes and you clear your throat. “yeah, my neck is killing me. can you help me with it?” you even bat your eyelashes, to which he laughs at.

“would be my pleasure.”

you turn around, playing along with the whole thing, and jungkook’s hands find your shoulders. surprisingly, he’s pretty good at casually massaging you. his thumbs find your neck - which is actually stiff from the hours of gaming - and you can’t help but moan at the soft circles they make.

jungkook has moved even closer to you, chest to your back, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. his hands continue to massage your neck, when suddenly you feel a kiss just below your ear. you can’t help but lean into his touch even more, as his teeth graze your earlobe and one of his hands leave your neck to ghost just above your cleavage.

“god, you shouldn’t even be here -” you whine, even though you know you’re too far gone.

jungkook chuckles. “- don’t fuckin’ care.”

one hand slips under your thin shirt, brushing your nipples once and you have to bite your lip. jungkook’s lips are now on your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. you can feel his hardening cock pressing into your back and you reach back, palming it through the fabric of his sweatpants.

without warning, he manhandles you onto his lap. you let out a gasp and instantly curse yourself for making a loud noise in the middle of the night, covering your mouth. he obviously doesn’t want that, grabbing your wrist and ripping it away.

“jungkook -”

“- let me hear you,” he growls, palming your ass and attaches his mouth to the column of your throat.

you hopelessly grind into his lap, the cotton of your shorts already dampened in between your legs. he shoves your top all the way up, your tits spilling out and moves his mouth to wrap around one of them. you tangle your fingers in his hair, head tilted back in bliss.

when he pulls away, it’s to yank you into a sloppy kiss, muffling both of your moans. you return it with fervor, tugging at the hem of his shirt. he breaks the kiss to pull it off and you also make quick work of your own shirt. your lips meet again and jungkook flips you so that you’re trapped underneath him, pinned to the mattress.

soon, he’s ripped off both your shorts, leaving you in just your panties. jungkook admires the sight, taking a sharp inhale.

“like what you see?” you breathily snap. “stop wasting time.”

jungkook smirks, seeing right through your words. he smacks the inside of your thigh in response and you whine, the arousal shooting through you. the shared eye contact is nothing less than heated and visceral - he looks like he wants to devour you.

“don’t tell me what to do, you fucking brat,” he grunts, kicking off his pants.

“shut up -”

he gets rid of your useless panties and slides two fingers into your heat, causing you to arch off the mattress with a whimper. jungkook grins at this and doesn’t hesitate to add a third.

“so fucking tight and messy already. you just want to me fuck that attitude out of you, don’t you?”

you nod rapidly without shame, digging your nails into his back. you grind into his palm, your breath stolen from you when his thumb meets your swollen clit. with each thrust, he curls his fingers so perfectly, stretching your walls to the point where you think you’re already going to cum.

“s-slow down, i’m not gonna last,” you admit with flushed cheeks and it only makes jungkook’s cock harder.

“yeah?” he mutters, eyes zeroed in on the juices that coat the inside of your thighs.

he leans down, replacing his thumb with his mouth and sucks hard. you cry out, rolling your hips on instinct against his face, chasing the heat and chasing him. he pins your hips down with his forehead across your stomach, ruining you and splitting you open with just his tongue and fingers.

jungkook groans at how needy you are, his ministrations never faltering. he circles his tongue around your clit and when his fingers find the spot that makes your vision go blurry, you have to grab a pillow to cover your moans as you cum. you cum fast and it’s embarrassing, but jungkook is loving it. you shake violently, the orgasm shattering all of your senses, and jungkook doesn’t let up.

when he finally pulls away, he brings his fingers to your mouth. “suck,” jungkook demands.

you lazily wrap your mouth around his fingers, tasting yourself and staring right back at him when you do so. he grits his teeth watching you, having enough and finally takes off his boxers, where his cock has been painfully straining the entire time.

reaching into your bedside table, you find a condom and tear it open. jungkook reaches out to grab it, but is surprised when you decide to put it on him. you carefully place it at the tip of his cock and as you roll it on, your tongue drags down the length and he’s left shuddering.

“filthy fuckin’ girl,” he moans, looking at you with want in his eyes.

you grin wickedly and he brings you in for another bruising kiss, pushing you back onto the bed. your fist wraps around his length and you guide him to your entrance, wetting the tip with your slick release.

jungkook pushes in, inch by inch, and your cunt swallows him full.

“oh my god,” you whine, adjusting to his size.

“so soaked, taking me so easy,” he groans.

he moves in long, lazy strokes, his hand creeping up to wrap around your throat.

“this what you wanted?” jungkook chuckles darkly, applying just the right amount of pressure. “needed by to stuff this pussy full so you can finally shut up for once?”

“fuck you,” you hiss back, unable to help the way you clench at his words.

he screws his eyes shut at the sensation. “you’re such a brat, squeezing that tight pussy around me like that,” jungkook grunts.

before you can shoot back another retort, he moves your legs and pushes your knees to your chest. his next thrust is so deep that you think you see stars, crying out in pleasure.

jungkook presses his forehead to yours as his rhythm turns sharp, the dirty whispers coming from his lips just ghosting about yours. the strokes are punishing and hard that leave your tits bouncing with every thrust, until your ankles are at your ears and the room is filled with nothing but filthy, wet sounds.

“i - i’m gonna -” your mouth hangs open, as his cock slams into your g-spot and your thighs are soaked. you continue to arch and gasp beneath jungkook, feeling him twitch inside you and you know he’s also close.

“yeah? cum for me, baby.”

at this words, your limbs turn into absolute jelly as you come undone and his name is a broken sob on your lips. he follows just seconds after, cock pulsing and groaning your name through gritted teeth.

you whimper when he pulls out and releases your legs. you’re sore all over and you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. when you look over at jungkook, you catch him smirking and you can tell he’s thinking the exact same thing.

“you’re such a dickhead,” you mumble and he smirks wider. “you know you’re the one who scheduled me tomorrow? i don’t wanna hear a single complaint about how i’m gonna be sitting the entire shift.”

jungkook barks out a laugh, as he stands up to dispose of the condom. you take a moment to drag your eyes over his body, admiring how obvious he takes care of it. he’s very built and you can’t help but think that his tattoos are insanely attractive.

well, you have to be attracted to him if you’re helping him sneak into your house and letting him fuck you in the middle of the night.

he catches you staring, but doesn’t comment on it. “you always have something to complain about, even after i fuck you nice,” he snickers.

“cry about it,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

jungkook suddenly kneels right back on to the bed, crawling towards you. there’s a dark look in his eyes and you raise a single eyebrow. when he slowly spreads your legs, pussy still ruined and leaking, your breath hitches.

“bet i could make you cry in record time.” jungkook grins. “though, it won’t be from my words.”

and just like that, his head lowers to your cunt, ready to clean you up with his mouth.

if anything good were to come out of getting that stupid part time job, at least you were getting dicked down. it’s unfortunate that it has to be the one man who truly gets under your skin, but as you lay back and feel jungkook licking you clean, you tell yourself that it doesn’t even matter.

no29: wow i feel like i havent been on the game as much lately :( jkae: ikr lifes been so busy jkae: how have u been no29: things have been…complicated jkae: oh yeah? no29: just a lot of weird things going on ig jkae: hows work and school? no29: i mean technically its going well jkae: thats good :) wb your friends and all that? jkae: you should invite them to play the game too no29: rofl i dont think they would be into this kinda thing no29: they would make fun of me prob jkae: what kind of friends would do that no29: i mean not all of them! no29: i just feel like sometimes its hard to be myself around them jkae: nah i get you jkae: but you shouldn’t be afraid to be yourself jkae: you’re great no29: you think so? jkae: you’re genuinely one of the coolest and smartest people ik

jeonjungkook0901 - instant message

jeonjungkook0901: come over xXprincessXx: cant xXprincessXx: studying for a test

your entire day with your friends has been ruined with one simple voicemail. you’ve been avoiding going out with your friends to save money and while the girls sympathize with you after your parents cut off your credit card, you think they don’t realize just how different your situation is now. you have to navigate finances for the first time in your life and it’s taking a toll on you. on top of that, you’re juggling all of these classes and you’re losing you'r mind. still, you agree to go out for some coffee and get your nails done together as a little treat to yourself.

unfortunately, you check your phone midway through the appointment and see that your mother has left you a message. neither of your parents have been in much contact with you since the summer began, only opting for communication if absolutely necessary.

imani is to your left and notics the panicked look in your eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asks.

“my parents said they’re coming to visit tomorrow,” you grumble, holding out your right hand for the nail technician. “to check up on me.”

on your other side seats heather and elena, who tune into the conversation.

“yikes,” elena says. “check up on you?”

this proves a problem. you have work tomorrow for most of the day and besides, the last thing you want to do is deal with your parents.

imani is the only one who looks remotely concerned, as she’s the only one that knows about your actual job, while elena and heather go on about how annoying parents can be.

“mine are in europe and haven’t even bothered to call me once since last month,” huffs elena, who then nudges you. “can i have some gum?”

you wordlessly pass your purse to her, too preoccupied with thinking about how to go about this.

“can you guys just turn them away if they show up at the house?” you ask.

“sure - uh, girl, what is this?”

in elena’s hand, she holds up your gameboy. you flush red, as your friends look at you, confused. quickly, you snatch away both the gameboy and your purse from elena’s nosy ass, sending an apologetic look to the lady doing your nails for the sudden movement.

“it’s my brother’s, i found it in my car the other day,” you lie quickly, too embarrassed to explain yourself.

heather nods. “oh, okay. thought you were a video game weirdo there for a second.”

while imani sends her a look, elena laughs along with heather and you have to bite back whatever irritated response is about to come out of your mouth.

elena isn’t the only person who randomly finds your gameboy. you know that you probably shouldn’t just carry it in your purse, but you’ve been obsessed wtih beating the new fire emblem game that you can’t help yourself. the next day, you don’t realize that it’s fallen out of your bag at work until jungkook comes out of the back room with the blue device in his grasp.

you’re just finishing up with a customer, bagging their purchases and wishing them a good day. you’ve heard enough from jungkook about how you never smile at customers, so you’ve at least tried to be a little nicer.

“so, you do like video games.”

he slides the gameboy across the counter, the plastic smooth against the surface. your eyes widen at the sight and you grab it, glaring at him.

“are you going through my shit, you asshole?” you accuse, pointing at him.

jungkook holds a hand up. “chill. it fell out of your bag and i found it on the floor.” he smirks. “but, that’s cute. who would’ve thought?”

at this point, you’ve stopped threatening jungkook to not tell anyone about you working here or your interest in video games. he seems to get the message - plus, it helps when he goes on and on about how you’ve given the ‘best head he’s ever had’. he wouldn’t dare cross you.

before you can retort, mike, the only other employee at the store, walks in. he usually only comes in for the weekends, but jungkook scheduled him in today since you’re all expecting a large shipment coming in. you’ve only really met mike once, so you just give him a half wave and go back to the register.

jungkook comes up to mike to brief him as the latter clocks in, which is when you call out that you’re going on break.

you slip into the back room and put your gameboy back into your purse, scowling to yourself at how careless you’ve been. you also check your phone to see if you have any messages or missed calls from your parents.

zero. maybe they changed their minds after all. you didn’t see why they would need to come in and check up on you, tired of them treating you like a child ever since the semester ended. maybe it’s deserved, but you’re losing patience.

the door swings open and you already know it’s jungkook before you turn around. you open your mouth to say something, but change your mind. you’ve been eying him all day and he’s been looking infuriatingly good.

“can you - woah, what the hell?”

with all the irritation pent up inside about your parents and your friends, you decide your next course of action quickly and do so by yanking jungkook towards the bathroom. he follows you quickly, amused by your sheer force and the frown on your lips.

you drag him inside and after clicking the lock, pull him in for a bruising kiss. jungkook certainly doesn’t complain, his hand hot on your body instantly.

“mmph, take your shit off,” you mumble against his lips, looking for the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

jungkook laughs, taking the hint and also helps you with the button of your shorts. “your legs look too good in these,” he says, lips now on your neck and you arch into him.

you never get an opportunity to fuck at work, mostly because somebody has to be out on the salesfloor. whenever it happens, it’s after hours, but you and jungkook prefer to just take things to someone’s place. the thrill of knowing all those people are outside sends a jolt through you, leaving you pressing your thighs together.

your shorts pool at your ankles and your quickly step out of them. you don’t expect jungkook to suddenly kneel down, pressing kisses down your exposed belly. biting your lips at the sight of such a strong man like him on his knees for you, he hooks a leg over his shoulder and like a fucking freak, buries his face into the lace of your panties and moans at the scent of your arousal.

“you need to hurry,” you half whisper, trying to hold in a moan.

“fuck it, what the hell will mike say?” jungkook grunts back, a languid lick up the wet fabric and you bite your lip even harder to suppress any noises. “just relax and let me get a taste.”

he peels off your panties and you notice him tuck it into his back pocket. you don’t say anything about it because without hesitation, his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks like he’s been waiting all day. you writhe in place, the frenzy of his desire so fucking hot.

then, there’s a knock on the door.

you and jungkook both jump up, eyes wide.

“hey, jungkook! mike said you’re back here?”

of course, it’s jimin. the one time he decides to break the jimin ban, it’s when jungkook’s is about to fuck you with his tongue.

“go away, i’m busy,” answers jungkook, before returning his mouth to your glistening pussy. he looks up at you with a glare that tells you to shut up, so you slap a hand across your mouth.

jimin doesn’t move. in fact, he knocks again.

“okay, i’ll wait outside. by the way, are you guys the only ones in today?” he asks. “there’s a guy and his wife outside, talking about how their daughter works here. . . “

in record time, you and jungkook get your clothes back on. well, you’re missing your panties that are neatly stuffed inside jungkook’s back pocket, but you pull everything else on once you hear this and push for jungkook to do that same.

you nearly rip the door off the hinge when you’re done, pushing past jimin, whose eyes are wide as saucers after he realizes that it was the two of you in there and what he just interrupted. jungkook looks at him with a clenched jaw, pissed off at getting cockblocked.

“dude, you’re supposed to be banned from the store.”

“i saw mike outside and i thought that she wouldn’t be here!” he exclaims, awkwardly scratching his neck. “there’s never more than just two of you here.”

jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. “you’re a dick.”

“my bad, i didn’t know you guys were fucking,” jimin says, grinning wide. “so. . .this is who you’re always texting at band rehearsals?”

unbeknownst to them, outside, you’re engaged in a very dramatic back and forth with your parents.

you’re not surprised that they’ve showed up out of nowhere, but you’re more upset at the fact that they clearly have zero respect for your privacy. mike has relegated himself to a far corner of the store where he pretends he can’t hear and busies himself with stocking hselves. at the very least, there aren’t any customers nearby.

“how did you even find out where i work?!” you lash out, slamming your palms down on the counter.

your mother haughtily huffs and lifts something. it’s the grey gamestop uniform given to your on your first day by darryl. after jungkook informed you that you don’t have to actually wear it, you stuffed it into a random corner in your bedroom.

“this is what you’ve decied to spend your summer doing?” your father asks, exasperated and scrunches his nose up at the surroundings.

your jaw drops. “you told me to get a job -” you step back for a second, blinking rapidly at the sight of your uniform in your mom’s hand. “wait, did you go into my room? how did you -”

“ - elena let us into the house,” your mother says, hand on her heart. “she says that she and heather have been worried about you, how you’re never with them anymore.”

there’s about a dozen different names that you’re about to call your mom, who has never been able to mind her business, when the back door opens.

“excuse me, but i’m going to have to ask you to leave.” jungkook approaches, voice flat. “i can’t have you harassing one of my employees.”

“young man, i’d advise you to stay out of our business,” your father says, not even sparing jungkook a second glance. “this is between us and our lazy daughter.”

this just makes jungkook angrier, coming around the counter to face your parents directly. he doesn’t like when people talk to him like that, like he doesn’t matter, and he can see the way there are tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

he crosses his arms, not budging one bit. “she doesn’t need to answer your questions. it’s obvious that you’re uninvited here.”

“excuse me?” your mother gasps.

“please leave. you’re upsetting her,” jungkook points to you, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “and, by the way? she’s not lazy. she’s annoying and has an attitude, but lazy is the last thing i would call her.”

you almost want to scoff at jungkook’s words, but it’s the latter part that freezes you in place.

your father just chuckles bitterly. “you don’t know anything -”

“- actually, i do. i’ve been going to the same school as her for four years and she’s unfortunately really smart,” jungkook interrupts, lips pressed thin. “she’s the president of her sorority and does charity work on campus. she even codes in her free time. she may have fucked up last semester, but she’s balancing her first ever job and all her make up classes. do you know how many times i’ve had to yell at her because i caught her studying on the salesfloor?”

you try to interject, eyes wide. “jungkook -” but, it’s jimin who shoots his hand out to stop you from coming closer.

jimin shakes his head, finger on his lips. “shh. i’ve haven’t seen him this worked up in a minute, let it get good,” he whispers.

in front of you, jungkook isn’t letting up. “she comes in here nearly everyday after class and does her job. i think it’s ridiculous to call her lazy - it’s clear to me that she’s trying the best that she can to please you.”

safe to say. your parents are left absolutely speechless. so are you. if anyone was going to come to your defence, you would have guessed anyone else in the whole world before you would guess jungkook. except, he has come to your defence and you can tell that he means every single word.

he stands tall, not backing down. you still have to pull your parents aside and ask them to leave quietly, but this marks a turning point in whatever is going on between you and jungkook.

the insults and attitude don’t decrease, but the charged air between the two of you has changed. it’s become. . .lighter. softer. like there’s a wall that has been quietly crashed down since. you still fuck and yell at each other at work, but there’s always a hint of a smile of either one of your faces, like you’re both finally in on the joke.

meanwhile, jungkook doesn’t even know what came over him. he’s surprised at his own actions. he had no reason to go and defend you in front of your parents, but he did anyways.

no29: my friends are so awful jkae: what happened??? no29: i realized i dont even really like them god they suck no29: im just stuck with them because i have to be jkae: what do you mean by that no29: idk how to explain it no29: ive been stuck with them since freshman year anyways i just have to do this for another year no29: T_T jkae: imagine how free ur gonna feel jkae: you’ll feel like a chocobo no29: lmao you always know how to make me laugh

jeonjungkook0901 - instant message

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as the days go on, it’s getting harder and harder to hide things from your friends and you’re beginning to care less or less. it’s not just about your dumb part-time job anymore, but they’re getting closer to learning about other things that you’ve been trying to hide for the sake of your reputation. fucking jungkook. playing video games. not being able to fucking swim, much less surf. and you’re getting tired of putting on the self tanner.

you think about your past conversations with jkae, how you shouldn’t even have to hide things from people you consider friends. you haven’t heard from him in a few days, too preoccupied with a busy week at work after another huge release.

instead, you’ve somehow turned to jungkook of all people to rant. it’s not like there’s anybody else that you spend more time with - willingly or not.

after a busy night, it’s just the two of you closing the store. he’s just finished closing the cash register and you’re sweeping the floor.

“i can hear your stomach swallowing itself. let’s go eat,” remarks jungkook casually, noticing the furrow in between your brows.

you don’t know what possesses you to say yes, but he ends up taking you to a diner that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the sixties and unsurprisingly, has the best pancakes in town. the two of you sit in a booth tucked in the corner and the servers are on rollerskates, bringing your orders with smiles on their faces.

biting into your burger, you let out a groan. you haven’t been able to eat properly all day, having woken up late for your classes and gone straight to work afterwards as usual. jungkook watches you with a smirk.

you sigh. “this is really good.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t put on some sort of disguise to hide that you’re here with me,” he chuckles. “would be bad for your reputation, no?”

“good heavens. should i put on some sunglasses?”

“you think that’s gonna hide the bright pink juicy couture you got on?” jungkook scoffs, gesturing to your outfit that stands out against the dullness of the sandy leather you sit on.

you smirk. “maybe you’re the one who wants me to hide for your reputation. will your loser band mates drop you if they find out you’ve taken me here?”

“jimin already knows we’re fucking,” he snorts. “i think you should be more concerned about getting overthrown by your little sorority sisters.”

“don’t care anymore. i’m tired of watching my back,” you mumble, sipping on your milkshake. “i’m starting to wonder if it all even really matters.”

“never did, princess,” jungkook says.

you give him a look. “easy for you to say. you get who be whoever you want and everyone will love you.” you gesture to his appearance from head to toe - from his combat boots to his tattooed knuckles and the bar that runs through his eyebrows. “everyone’s always expected a specific girl when they see me.”

“god, no wonder all you greek people are assholes,” he jokes.

“yeah, it’s all because of societal expectations,” you say wryly. “and coke rage, don’t forget.”

“how could i forget?” jungkook snickers.

“but, honestly, it’s true.” you reply, shaking your head. “my friends would get weird if they found out i game in my free time. they already think it’s weird that i’m a computer science major.”

“just doesn’t add up to me.”

you snort. “they found our aim chatroom and asked me if i was doing hard drugs because i was messaging you.”

well, not only that, but elena and heather also happened to come across your emails with jkae from your game. you tried to pass it off as a penpal, but they started questioning you over it, too. they kept asking where you even found this ‘penpal’ and think you’re on some weird forums or something.

at that, jungkook nearly chokes on his burger from the laughter that surfaces. he coughs and wheezes at the same time, taken aback by your statement. you roll your eyes and throw a napkin across the table, but you’re laughing, too.

you watch jungkook finally catch his breath, ignoring the alarmed looks of patrons that surround you. “oh, stop,” you say. “. . .you know what?”

he raises an eyebrow. “what?”

“. . .i feel like you’re the only person who doesn’t actually judge me.”

“hey, i ain’t perfect. i judged you plenty,” jungkook clarifies, earning a glare from you. “until i got to know you. i thought you were just stuck up and cruel.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. you’re funny, smart and stuck up and cruel.”

now, it’s your turn to laugh. something about being able to be whoever you want to be around jungkook is nice. there’s an easiness in the air around him. you’ve always been able to speak your mind around him - though, it was mostly unfiltered insults and threats in the past - but, it’s different now. he entertains all of your little thoughts and laughs at all of your jokes. he doesn’t make you feel stupid or look down on you in any way.

he speaks up again. “but, seriously. nothing even matters. you just need to convince yourself that it’ll be okay no matter what.”

the words bleed into you and follows you in the next few days. they echo because of jungkook’s completely earnest tone, the way he looked at you like he meant each syllable.

the same goes for him. jungkook has always been unapologetically himself in every way and doesn’t hold back, but there’s something about your presence that makes him feel like he can really be honest.

during a particularly slow day at work, you’re sitting on a stool behind the front counter next to jungkook as you paint his nails black. the two of you are bored, talking about games and making fun of the mean receptionist at the next door tanning salon.

“can you make it neater?”

“can you go fuck yourself?” you shoot back, not even bothering to look up as your glide the shade of onyx onto his hand.

jungkook laughs, but tries not to move too much as you do your work. he’s been doing his nails himself every once in a while, but has no patience with the polish and ends up doing them messily. you pointed out a few minutes ago that you can just do it for him, shoving him into a chair and demanding for his hand.

he watches you, staying still. “you should come to the gig.”

you learned that jungkook’s band got their first steady gig for the entire summer and that SW!M plays at the local watering hole just down the street every weekend, which is why it’s only ever mike at the store on those days. you also figure out that the gig is why jungkook is even around for the whole summer.

at the suggestion, your eye twitches. “your band is garbage,” you say, not missing a beat.

“untrue, especially to the patrons of the drowning cat,” he replies with a smirk.

“your music sounds like a drowning cat.”

jungkook is no longer offended by your insults and actually chuckles at each and every one, especially when you get really snappy with him. he knows you don’t really mean all of it.

he brushes some hair out of your face when you lean forward to get a closer look at his pinky. you hope the sharp inhale you make isn’t obvious - you’re still ultra sensitive to his touch at times. jungkook does notice, but doesn’t say anything, just smirking to himself.

“the band’s just for fun anyways.” jungkook shrugs. “will have to figure shit out and get a real job after graduation.”

you raise a perfectly threaded eyebrow at him. “really? you seem like the type to drop everything and move to los angeles, find an agent.”

he shakes his head. “nah. not me. maybe back when i was eighteen, but things change and i needed to go to school,” jungkook says. “money’s important and i gotta make it.”

you don’t push too much, but you can tell that this is pretty serious to him. “is it?”

“family stuff,” he replies, tone casual, and it’s left at that. “the rockstar dream was never gonna happen.”

neither of you go in too deep about personal things and it’s been kept at this level - even though you’re both more perceptive than you give off. jungkook has obviously observed your family dynamic and hasn’t commented on it, especially since your parents came into the store. meanwhile, you can tell that jungkook is the breadwinner of sorts for his family, mentioning that he sends money back to them.

except, jungkook does drop another piece of information. “my sister was sick for a while, so i was helping my parents with those bills. now, she’s a junior and will need money for college,” he says.

you nod in understanding, despite the strange itch in your brain when you hear the story. you’re not sure what it is, something familiar that won’t piece together, so you ignore it for now.

“you’re probably really tired.”

jungkook doesn’t expect that kind of response from you. “at times,” he agrees.

“i know what it’s like to feel like you have to live for someone else,” you say with a shrug. “not that taking care of your sister is a bad thing, don’t get it twisted. but, you probably feel like you’ve been on survival mode.”

“i. . .yeah. you feel that way with your parents?”

you pause. you haven’t exactly delved into anything about your family situation, but jungkook has put two and two together from what he’s seen. the reason why you even got this part-time job, all the studying, the appearance of your parents at the store. there’s nothing to hide from him.

“uh huh,” you answer simply, reaching for jungkook’s other hand to paint. his hands are rough against yours and his palm is warm, where your touch lingers longer than necessary. “and then it all blew up in my face. deservingly so.”

you didn’t mean to let last semester to go as far as it did, but you probably needed to be knocked down a peg anyways. escaping from your responsibilities and turning to focusing on only having fun was always going to be detrimental in the long run.

jungkook gives a lopsided smile. “well, if college doesn’t work out, don’t even consider going into cosmetology. this sucks.”

he peers down at the work you’ve done to his nails and with an eye roll, you flip him off and both laugh.

“but, seriously, jungkook,” you say. “you don’t give yourself enough credit. what you’ve been up to is impressive.”

“you think so?”

“well, for one, i know you’re on the dean’s list,” you admit dryly, having heard the rumour from a friend. “and you’re working two jobs this summer. i think you’re pretty capable of saving the world at this point.”

jungkook snickers, but there is a certain warmth that spreads through his chest. he’s been so stressed out, juggling all of his responsibilities, that he’s never taken the time to really acknowledge his success.

it’s surprising to see how much has changed between you and jungkook these past few weeks. there’s an air of mutual respect now that cuts through the sharpness of your tongues and the intense sexual tension layered underneath. you’ve slowly peeled back the layers and discovered a lot about jungkook. even in the back and forths, there’s something to learn about one another - like now, when he casually talks about the band and squashes the premature notions you had about his music career.

during another shift, it’s just you and jungkook as usual and you both come in for an opening shift. you meet him at the front door, about to snap at him for being late and making you wait outside, when he hands you a coffee as an apology.

“the gig went late last night and i slept in by accident,” he yawns. “the bar owner didn’t let us go home on time and we’re kinda at his mercy, even with the shitty pay.”

it’s hard to not notice how jungkook seems to always have caffeine on him. you realize that you both have that in common, being constantly overworked.

“you do like playing with your band, right?” you dryly ask.

jungkook chuckles and wiggles his key into the entrance of the store. “yes, dumbass. it’s a fun hobby, but i wouldn’t be working at gamestop if music paid enough.”

“at least you’re doing it for you and nobody else,” you say.

it makes jungkook pause, mulling over your words. he never considered the small win, but feels a surge of pride when you point it out. you, of all people, reminding him that what he does is important, so long as it’s important to him.

“. . .yeah. yeah, i guess you’re right.”

when the two of you get settled and finish the opening operations of the store, there’s just two minutes until it’s time to unlock the doors. you finish counting the register and move to get to the box of returns that need to be put back, but jungkook calls your name.

“don’t you have an assignment to finish? just go do it in the back, i’ll call you if it gets busy.”

you blink, taken aback. “are you sure?”

“you need to pass your classes this summer, don’t you?” he quips, raising an eyebrow. “see, this is why i’m not nice to you.”

“pft, you have every reason to be nice to me. especially two days ago, when you bent me over your back seat -”

jungkook groans and waves you off, urging you to just leave. you laugh and take the cue, skipping happily to the back room.

there’s a certain vulnerability that settles in the cracks as the days go on and neither of you really mind it. you challenge one another, make each other question yourselves and figure out things from there. you don’t think you’ve ever found that quality in another person. it leaves you with wandering thoughts about jungkook that you just have to extinguish.

jeonjungkook0901 - instant message

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“you needed to get out tonight. no ifs ands or buts.”

wearing a low rise, bedazzled capris and a halter top, your friends have dragged you to a bar for the night. elena and heather did so without mercy, making scornful remarks about how you’ll just lock yourself up in your room to be on your computer. they’ve been particularly critical of how you’ve been spending your free time and haven’t let up on asking who you’ve been hanging out with lately, getting suspicious about your aim messages with jungkook. imani is wedged in betwen you all, trying to play peacemaker with pitying eyes.

“so, like,” heather says, sliding a margarita towards you. “you have an online friend?”

they’re still asking about this jkae person and you just want to blurt out that you’re into a damn video game, not apart of a cult.

“can we talk about anything else?” you bark, losing your patience with the girls.

you don’t even want to think about the game or the way your friends have been all up in your business lately. you haven’t had time to log on with work and school going on and it genuinely feels like you’re losing a bit of yourself. final fantasy xi is the one place where you feel like you can express yourself and be whoever you want to be, between all the expectations about who you are from your friends and family.

the one place, until recently.

a glimmer of hope shone deep within, wondering if you’d run into jungkook tonight. the notion is ridiculous, considering you’ve been let down for years when you wished the complete opposite. except, it’s changed now. he may get under your skin in every single way, but he’s the only person in the world who doesn’t want you to be different. the only person who you can finally be yourself around, free from the confines of a virtual world where you live faceless.

and, with your luck, he stands just scross the room with the rest of SW!M. jungkook sits next to taehyung, waving the bartender over for an order. you can’t exactly approach him with your arms looped into your friends, but there’s a strange feeling in your chest that dizzies you when you see him.

“hey, are you alright?” it’s imani who whispers into your ear, eyes wide. she notices the irritation in your voice and is concerned, especially knowing about work and how stressed you are with school.

your shoulders relax slightly. “yeah. i think i’m actually going to go to the bathroom.”

“want me to come?”

you shake your head and send her a half smile. neither elena nor heather volunteer to go with you, to your delight, so you hop off the stool and make your way for the toilets. usually, you’re all for a night out like this, but you just feel so unsettled around the latter two. you’re also, frankly, tired. everything is slowly coming out and you’re prepared at this point to tell them all about your part-time job and how you’re fucking jungkook, exhausted of the lies.

the thing is that you don’t even know how to explain your relationship with jungkook. you still yell at each other and hate your job, but you’re sleeping together and getting fucking burgers after work. you makes jokes over instant messenger and talk about life. the lines are blurring and so is your resolve.

on your way out, you spot the man in question again. he’s no longer surrounded by his band mates, but is talking to a leggy blonde by the wall. jungkook leans against it, an easy grin twitching at the corner of his lips, as the girl places a hand on his chest when she talks. she’s pretty and ultra feminine, wearing a pink dress that you would wear yourself. the sight leaves you grinding your teeth.

“of course,” you mutter under your breath. this is the same jungkook who slept around for years, even going for one of your sorority sisters. you’re not different from the rest of them and you knew that going into your arrangement.

then, something surprises you. jungkook looks up and like he knew you were there, instantly finds your glare in the crowd.

you leave for the restroom, but before you can make it to the door, you hear someone call your name.

turning around, you’re unsurprised to find jungkook’s figure approaching. he looks so damn good - the leather jacket that hugs his biceps and the tight graphic tee underneath. he licks his lips for a brief second and you try to not get fixated on it, tearing your eyes away. yet, you still stop in your tracks.

“what?” you say, nearly snarling.

jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up, not expecting the attitude. “woah, who do you think you’re talking to like that?” he huffs out an empty laugh.

“oh, bite me. i can talk to you whatever way i want.”

he’s even further shocked at your tone. it’s different than usual and it’s clear something has pushed you.

“the fuck is with you?” he snaps back, approaching closer.

you gulp, backing up as he does so, until your back hits a wall. your lips part slightly, unable to find any words, not with how close he is to you. jungkook’s presence is unwavering, his larger frame towering over you.

“go away. you’re obviously busy,” you manage to spit out, returning his sharp glare as forcefully as you can.

jungkook ignores your comment. “you’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know.”

“what?” you scoff.

he backs up by half a step, not enough to give you space, but enough for him to gesture back to the main area of the bar. with a finger pointed in the direction of your friends, jungkook’s jaw is clenched. elena and heather happily dance with each other, giggling and twirling one another.

“you talk such a big talk about hating your friends and hating who people want you to be,” jungkook says. “yet, i just watched you walk into this place with the same people you’ve been complaining about for weeks to me.”

at both of your sides, there’s a fist clenched hard. you can feel your manicure digging crescent moon shapes into your palm, taken aback by jungkook’s perceptiveness.

you have to take a deep breath. “that’s none of your business. you don’t understand -”

“- but i do!” jungkook interrupts, chuckling with no humour again. “i’ve listened to you talk about how you want to just be yourself so bad and now look at you. you’re just the person i thought you were. you can’t stand up for yourself?”

that stings. you think about how you’ve been fighting for your life trying to defend yourself against your parents, yet you come up empty. you can give them all the brashness and disappoint them as much as possible, but at the end of the day, you’re still doing what they want of you. you’re still partying up with the friends you don’t like because you don’t want them to think that you’re somebody else.

heat rushes to your face. “you don’t know me! you think because we have the same loser job that we’re suddenly best friends? because you got in my fucking pants like half of the campus?” all of it comes out like word vomit, as you yell without a second thought.

jungkook isn’t even fazed. he just crosses his arms, like he’s waiting for what else you have to say. the hallway is empty, save for the two of you and your screaming match.

“but, i do know you and i know you fucking hate that,” he quips back, not backing down.

“you don’t!”

“that’s what you think,” jungkook says, eyes hardened as he looks right back at you.

his statement is so firm and grounded that it takes you aback. you don’t know what to think, what to even assume what he’s implying. so, instead of thinking things through, you just try to shove past him.

your nostrils flare. “jeon jungkook, move. stop acting like you care about me.”

at that, jungkook sighs. he runs a hand through his messy hair, trying his best to not lose his mind. something is clearly troubling him, like he’s playing with the words on the tip of his tongue and they just won’t come out.

“fuck, i wish you were right. i really do. but, it didn't work.”

before you can respond, jungkook turns his heel and walks away. it happens so fast that you can’t react at all. he’s gone, like a ghost in the wind, disappearing back into the crowd. when you squint, you notice that he’s returned to hoseok’s side and the older man passes him a beer.

you’re just frozen there, mulling over jungkook’s words. you don’t even know what you were fighting about in the first place because you know that everything that came out of your mouth was lie. jungkook knows exactly who you are, from the fears that you’ve shared with him to the coffee order that he’s memorized.

you stand there like an idiot, staring into the ground, until you hear your name once more. unfortunately, it isn’t him, but a very concerned looking imani that makes a beeline for you. she places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get a read on your face.

“hey girl. are you okay?” she asks softly. “. . .was that jeon jungkook?”

by this point, you’ve given up. you nod solemnly, taking a sharp inhale through your nose and you try grounding yourself.

you reply, “yeah, it was.” then after a beat, you blurt out, “we’ve been fucking.”

“oh.”

imani doesn’t say this with any judgement or anger, but in a way where she processes everything. she stays quiet for a moment, looking between you and where jungkook wandered off to. her eyes flicker to jungkook’s previous spot on the wall, where he’d been talking to that girl.

“well. are you into him?” she questions bluntly, a single eyebrow raised.

your eyes go wide. you don’t know how to answer and that’s the first red flag. the whole reason why you’d been snapping at him was clearly because you saw him with some girl. it’s not like you expected to be some different and unique girl to him, but it’s clear that the image irked you one way or another. it made you feel uncomfortable in the one place where you’ve found comfort.

“i. . .” you trail off.

imani offers you a sympathetic looks. “look, i know you don’t want to be here tonight,” she whispers. “let’s just go home. elena and heather won’t even notice.”

going home is probably the one and only thing you need to do right now. you’ve had enough of this bar and the loud music. you need to hide away to the safe confines of your room, where you can sit in front of your computer screen and forget about everything around you.

but, a part of you knows it can’t last forever. you can’t find escape through the screen every single time. jungkook is unfortunately right - you’ve been playing into the hands of people who don’t care for you or who you are.

still, you retreat back to the house with imani, who bids you a goodnight when it’s clear to her that you want to be left to your own devices.

then, it’s just you again. it usually ends up this way.

it’s always just you heaving yourself to bed after crazy parties, your ears ringing and your throat dry. you’re left all alone, just the way you want it to be - until, it becomes too much. maybe you never wanted to be alone, but it was just easier this way with nobody to explain yourself to.

you sit in front of your desk, booting up final fantasy xi. you don’t know what compels you to do so, but it’s the only safe place where you can breathe at the moment. the glare of the screen hurts your tired eyes, but you still type your password to get in, each letter seemingly slower than the last. you’re haunted with visions of the night that passed, from elena and heather ticking you off to the confrontation with jungkook in the hallway.

jungkook. you remember the question imani asked about him and the way you couldn’t answer. you still don’t know what to say and you don’t move, even long after the game has booted up, too busy wrestling with these thoughts.

until, you receive a party invite. it’s jkae and initially, you ignore it because you’re not in the mood to duo with anybody tonight. if it was any other day, you’d maybe even rant to him about how awful life has been going lately. you just want to keep to yourself and you end up declining the invite.

then, he messages you.

jkae: hey no29 what’s up no29: hey no29: sorry just a long night don’t think i’ll be exping tn jkae: something wrong? jkae: just got home from a bar with my friends no29: oh no29: me too actually jkae: yeah long night for me too jkae: got into a fight with this girl i really like

your heart stops. you think that your imagination is just running wild, especially with all the plaguing thoughts about jungkook, but jkae messages again when you don’t reply for a few minutes.

jkae: http://www.myspace.com/event?e=12345678 jkae: ask for shawn and he’ll let you into the back after

before you can click on the link, jkae has gone offline. when you go to double check his profile, he’s even unfriended you. you mouth hangs open, completely shocked at his actions and what they mean now. everything begins coming together like a riddle you’ve been toying with for months on end and it sinks deep into your chest, aching and rumbling to the point where you can’t bring yourself to click on the event link.

because you know what you’ll find.

when you tell imani about the event, she immediately convinces you that you have no choice but to go. you’re too humiliated to even consider the thought at first, but she leaves you no choice. you can’t avoid jungkook forever.

it’s been three days since your last conversation with him and whatever the hell happened on the linkshell chat over the game. you can’t keep yourself surrounded by delusions and you admit that jkae is, in fact, jungkook. you also have to admit that he knows that you’re no29 and he’s apparently known for a while now, with how he insisted how much he knows about you. it doesn’t even feel like a betrayal, but a wake up call.

you also think about the last thing that he said to you when you accused him of not giving a shit about you and what he said to you on the game.

i wish you were right.

got into a fight with this girl i really like.

darryl has since returned from his self-discovery europe trip looking like he discovered nothing but the importance of sunscreen, by the looks of his lobster red skin. this means that jungkook hasn’t had to come into work, taking these days off following his surprise promotion as store manager for the past two months. he probably does deserve the rest, but you feel more relived than anything, being able to stay away from him while you gather you thoughts.

tonight, SW!M is playing at their biggest venue yet, which is opening for a fellow local band with slightly more popularity at a nearby theatre. you also figure that’s why jungkook hasn’t been showing up to work, probably preparing for the show with his friends. you’re about to find out, as you rsvp ‘going’ to the myspace link that he sent you over final fantasy xi. you half expected a text or aim message from him after, but nothing. it leaves you wondering if you should just back out.

“he was showing you that for a reason,” imani says, on the way to the concert. the two of you are seated at the back of a taxi, wearing tight dresses and stilettos. “he’s trying to say something and you need to hear him out.”

so, you show up at the damn concert. you buy a cheap cocktail and manage to find a good view thanks to imani using her pretty privilege to shove past the crowd. the theatre is dim and a little bit stale all over - from the air to the walls and the decades old tiling. you can smell somebody smoking weed from somewhere in the room and you can count the amount of cracks on the stage. imani makes some jokes under her breath to cheer you up before the show starts.

then, the lights darken even more and the crowd cheers, bracing for the start of the show.

you expected jungkook to come out first before the rest of the band, but when he actually does, your breath still hitches. he’s wearing the same leather jacket from the bar with nothing underneath, showing off the lines of his abs and the intricate tattoos that adorn his chest. his baggy jeans have chains hanging from them and his nails are painted black, bringing you back to the store where you’d do them for him in between customers. his hair has been trimmed, now falling just above his ear, and frame his face like something out of a movie.

taehyung and jimin follow next, then hoseok who settles behind the drumset. but, your eyes are only on jungkook and a flood of memories rush back to you. the ones that remain clearest are the late nights you’ve unknowingly spent with him, getting lost in your favourite game and talking about life in between - not unlike the sarcastic banter that filled spaces during work shifts and the late nights in each other’s beds.

his eyes find yours in the crowd after a few seconds and you’re not sure how he keeps managing to do that, especially with the bright lights in his eyes.

“good evening, we are SW!M,” bellows jungkook into the microphone, causing a good portion of the crowd to cheer. the band is plainly well-known with the audience.

this is the first time that you’ve really seen jungkook in his element up close. you’re still not a big fan of the music, that shit hasn’t changed, but you’re briefly memorized by the intoxicating way he moves on stage. his voice is also out of this world - that isn’t changed by the genre or song - and you do get lost in it.

in one song, jungkook looks right at you as he sings and you can’t feel anything in your body, like your feet are rooted to the ground.

SW!M’s set is short, as expected for the opening act, and it goes by fast. there’s a buffer period between them and the main band, so you tell imani that you’re going to find jungkook.

finding shawn isn’t hard after asking around a few times and soon, you’re face to face with a big, bald man with aviators and a scowl. you give him your name and he wordlessly lets you past his burly body, where the door leads to the backstage area.

the space to walk around in isn’t very big, so you’re able to spot jungkook as soon as you step into the hallway. he’s chugging a bottle of water amidst his band mates, who chat happily. jimin notices you first, nudging jungkook.

when his eyes meet yours, he briefly chokes on his water. you raise your eyebrows, walking towards him as he tries to catch his breath. taehyung tries his best to slap his friend’s back, urging him under his breath to ‘play it cool’ and that he needs to stop choking.

“kook, relax -”

you smirk, folding your arms across his chest. his face is red and he’s slightly hunched over, hand balancing himself on the wall, as he clears his throat repeatedly.

“- argh, sorry - one second.” jungkook holds up a hand, still in a fit of coughs.

beside him, hoseok rubs his temples. “absolutely pathetic.” he turns to you and waves slightly.

“um, hi.”

when jungkook decides that he’s done dying, his three friends have dispersed. they disappear so quickly that you’re taken aback. it’s now just you and jungkook here, apart from some stage crew members that run back and forth frantically, preparing for the main act to go out any second now. however, this means that nobody is paying attention to either of you.

he’s still furiously blushing and you wonder if he even expected you to come tonight. “hey,” jungkook says, voice hoarse.

“i thought i’d be the embarrassed looking one right now,” you remark, fixing your hair.

“embarrassed? because you’re a level 99 beastmaster?”

it’s hard to avoid the fact that jungkook really is your online friend that you’ve been finding comfort in for months. the irony is that he’s played the same role for you in real life. in either case, he never once judged you for who you are or encouraged you to be different in any way.

you let out a long sigh, face scrunched up. "how long did you know?”

“i’m not sure,” he answers honestly, now leaning against the wall as he gathers his thoughts. jungkook just stares at you for a bit, like he’s not sure if you’re actually here or if he’s hallucinating. “. . .nice dress.”

now, it’s your turn to blush. you usually don’t react in such a way when it comes to jungkook’s flirtation, usually ready with a witty comeback, but the air is different this time.

you steady your breathing.

“look, why did you ask me to come here?”

“did you bring your little friends to this, too?” jungkook questions dryly. it almost feels like a test.

you bite the inside of your cheek. “no. not those ones, at least,” you say. “jungkook, maybe this has gone too far.”

“yeah? what’s gone too far?”

“i don’t even hate you,” you blurt out, covering your face. “i don’t. i don’t hate the way you care about people around you more than you care about yourself or the way you notice the little things about someone or how you don’t judge me for everything i beat myself up about."

“even mopping the floor with windex?” jungkook offers and you peek out from your hands, glaring at him.

you shake your head. “even that, somehow.”

“all i see is a girl who’s a lot of things,” he starts and you suck in sharply when he tucks some hair behind your ear. “doesn’t matter if it’s what you do in your free time or what you want to change about yourself. i just want you to be whoever you wanna be because i like every version of that.”

it’s hard to find words right now. you’re not even really sure why you came. imani said that jungkook is trying to show you something, but you’re just caught in between awkward pauses and uncertain questions. a part of you want to turn on your heel and leave. jungkook can see this and all of a sudden, steps forward.

he wraps his hand around your wrist and any thoughts of fleeing have disappeared.

“you are the most frustrating person i know,” jungkook mutters, voice gravelly. “and i can’t figure out why i can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

you think your heart has stopped pumping blood completely.

“i. . .you’re lying.”

“i’m not,” he bites back without hesitation. “i hate the way you think you’re always right, the way your pride matters more than anything. i hate your stupid sparkly motorola and how you always scrunch up your nose when you’re angry.”

as if on cue, you unconsciously wrinkle your nose and it makes him chuckle.

“don’t laugh at me,” you say through gritted teeth. “you don’t -”

“- don’t what? know you? i think we made it clear that’s not true,” jungkook fires. “i don’t care about you? like you? trust me, baby, i’ve been trying to get rid of it for weeks now. i bet you can’t lie and say you don’t feel the same way.”

“you can’t just go out and say those things. i know i’m just another warm body to you.”

jungkook lets go of your wrist. he paces back and forth, hand covering his face in frustration.

“you’re doing that shit again. that shit where you pretend and pretend and you can’t just be honest with another person,” he says, taking a deep breath and it hits you like a ton of bricks.

he stops in his tracks, turning to you once more. suddenly, jungkook’s hands are on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks and you feel every tense muscle relax. it’s like you melt at his touch and he can see it in your eyes, by the way his own soften.

“jungkook,” you start, trying to not stutter.

“be honest with me. you’ve been doing it for weeks now and even longer online. be the girl i know.”

you know he’s right. you have to be honest.

just like the first time, you move first.

you grab the lapels of his jacket with as much force as you can muster, dragging jungkook towards you. your lips collide and for second, you think the world goes quiet. the crowd outside cheers wildly for the band that has appeared on stage, the stage crew members yell cues at each other, but you only hear silence when jungkook deepens the kiss.

he kisses you like he means it, pouring everything he has into each movement. he yanks you even closer, fingers tangled in your hair and his arm snaking around your waist. your tongues swirl around one another and your teeth click, causing you to giggle into the kiss. jungkook smirks into it and without warning, hooks his arms underneath your legs and lifts you without an ounce of effort.

when you pull away, jungkook has backed you up against the wall and your foreheads are connected, as you both try to steady your breathing. his lips are swollen and wet, barely hovering over yours, while the shared oxygen leaves you in a daze. you want to live on this high for as long as you can.

“you’re so fucking annoying, but i don’t want anyone else,” you admit, still panting and pupils blown out. “you. . .make me want to be better. for myself and for no one else.”

jungkook lets out a dark chuckle, lips brushing over yours again. “good. i don’t want anyone else either.” he whispers. “even boring blondes that make my girl jealous.”

your face reddens, but he’s loving it. he especially loves the way you don’t correct his words.

“and you piss me off in every way possible, but god, you make me feel like i could do anything and succeed,” he mutters, eyes boring into yours and he shakes his head in disbelief.

when you’re with him, you feel an strange wash of emotions heightened like never before. jungkook makes you want to yell and blow up and lose your mind in every way possible, but he also makes you feel calm. it’s the kind of calm where you don’t ever need to think too hard or worry about anything but yourself. he makes you comfortable, even in the moments where you feel isolated or where you feel like a failure.

jungkook drives you crazy. somehow, at the same time, he makes everything feel like it’s going to be okay.

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[sleepymarimo]

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 proposes not even a week after becoming the greatest swordsman.

he’s more quiet. he spends an odd amount of time in franky’s workshop.

then, as you two sit out in the deck following a typical straw hat celebration, it happens. a muted ting! that drowns out the sound of the sea.

he sets the ring down beside you.

smooth. matte black. just your size; it was shaped and molded by your swordsman.

it’s made from yoru, a piece that had broken off during the final battle. wado, zoro’s will, was stronger.

“you waited.”

that’s all he says at first, his gaze trained on the sky, because he knows he’ll falter if he looks at you. he knows he’s rough around the edges, knows that his goal had been his focus for years.

and through it all, you waited. you respected his dedication, encouraged him to train on nights he could’ve spent with you, were fine with what he could provide even though you knew he’d been holding back.

he’s made promises before. he’s promised his strength, his unwavering loyalty, his skill.

to you, he promises his heart.